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For Lao Song, how much money he can make is not important anymore. The important thing is to have access to the top woods such as golden nanmu and then show his art through it.

This kind of wood is unattainable for many masters, and its value is higher than that of agarwood.

After hearing Fan Wenzheng's words, Lao Song glanced at him obliquely: "Not inferior to the golden nanmu? Lao Fan, are you kidding me? I remember you haven't played jade for several years. Is there any other way?"

Fan Wenzheng smiled: "You guy has always laughed at me before and cut out an emerald for you to carve. You still dislike my emerald and waste your time."

Old Song stared, "Isn't it? Just the ones you cut out, which one is top grade? Carving for you already gives you face."

"Okay! You stubborn donkey." Lao Fan was irritated: "Zixuan, take things out, let our Master Song have a long experience!"

Listening to his tone, there is quite an aura of closing the door and letting the dog go.

Fan Zixuan held the box and walked over: "Uncle Song, please have a look!"

Old Song glanced at the triumphant Fan Wenzheng. Could this guy really make something good this time?

Opening the box with a hint of curiosity and suspicion, a bright emerald green reflected, Lao Song's eyes were widened at the time.

"This..." He stood up immediately, "Lao Fan, you... where did you get this thing?"

He stammered a bit.

Seeing this expression from his old friend, Fan Wenzheng felt very comfortable in his heart.

"How about Lao Song, isn't it worse than your golden nanmu?"

Lao Song held the jade for a long time and looked at it with a magnifying glass: "The texture is very good. It should be an old pit type, close to a glass type. The green color is apple green with almost no impurities. It is indeed a rare top grade!"

"Lao Fan, have you started betting on stone again?" Lao Song looked at Fan Wenzheng suspiciously, "But you can cut out such a good thing at your half-skilled level?"

Fan Wen shook his hand, and the water in the teacup spilled out: "You old dog that can't spit out ivory, what is it that I am half-hearted? When did I lose the bet on rocks?"

"You can pull it down, I don't know which guy almost lost his underwear back then." Lao Song rolled his eyes, "I'm sure, this thing was definitely not cut out by you."

After listening to Lao Song's words, Ye Zichuan almost laughed out loud. He didn't expect the old and respectful Fan Wenzheng to have such a past.

Fan Wenzheng's face flushed, and became angry: "Yes, I did not cut this piece out, but it was cut out by my apprentice."

apprentice?

Ye Zichuan and Fan Zixuan looked at each other with a dazed expression.

"Your apprentice?" Old Song glanced over, and finally fell on Ye Zichuan: "Is it him?"

"Yes, my apprentice is better than blue because of blue, so you can envy it."

Old Song looked at Ye Zichuan suspiciously. It was the first time he heard that Fan Wenzheng had an apprentice.

And with Fan Wenzheng's half-hearted level, isn't it a mistake to teach students?

"Hey, after talking for a long time, are you still not accepting this business?" Fan Wenzheng urged.

"Take it!" Lao Song sat down, "If you don't accept such a big business, wouldn't it be a big loss!"

"Go ahead, what do you want to carve?"

Ye Zichuan said: "I want to carve a necklace with the center jade, it looks the same as this one."

With that, Ye Zichuan took out a necklace.

It was the one he bought from Boss Yuan!

After taking the necklace and looking at it, Lao Song said, "This is not difficult. You can make it in three or five days. What about the rest? This jade is so big, wouldn't you just make a necklace?"

"The rest, I don't have any ideas for the time being." Ye Zichuan pondered for a moment: "Or else make a few bracelets, earrings, etc., and I'm getting some small pendants."

Lao Song shook his head at this moment: "It's not a good deal. Jadeite products are only valuable for large pieces. Like wine bottles, jade pillows, and jade screens in history, they are all invaluable. I'll give you a suggestion to make a big piece. The leftover leftovers are making pendants, so that the value can also be maximized."

Fan Wenzheng nodded: "Lao Song is right. It's a shame to make all small pieces. Your jade has such a good texture, it's not worth making all small pieces."

"Then listen to the two uncles, make a big piece, and make the rest small pieces." Ye Zichuan said, "The specific cost..."

Lao Song pondered for a moment: "It takes time and effort to engrave large pieces. My apprentices can do for small pieces. Let's go for a price of 800,000 yuan and a deposit of 200,000 yuan."

Lao Fan smiled with satisfaction: "You old fellow has a conscience, and you didn't cheat my apprentice."

"You didn't cut it out. What are you talking about?" Old Song didn't give him a good face.

After finishing the necklace, Ye Zichuan was relaxed.

After leaving, Fan Wenzheng went to work, and Ye Zichuan and Fan Zixuan also planned to return to the drugstore.

While walking on the road, Fan Zixuan suddenly received a call.

"Uncle, the black powder you want has arrived."

Hearing this, Ye Zichuan's eyes lit up suddenly: "Where?"

"In the suburbs, they dare not bring to the city."

"Then let's go over."

...

Driving the car, Ye Zichuan came to where Fan Zixuan pointed.

Here is a place that has just been demolished, ruins and ruins.

A few tens of meters ahead, Ye Zichuan saw a pickup truck and a van.

"Is it them?"

"should be."

The two walked over, and seven or eight people came out from behind the ruins one after another, encircling them intentionally or unintentionally.

Fan Zixuan suddenly became vigilant, and whispered: "Uncle, things seem a bit wrong."

Ye Zichuan's face was calm: "It's okay, I am here."

At this moment, Fan Zixuan's eyes lit up: "Brother Wen, Brother Wen, it's me."

A man walked out of the crowd, wearing a black vest and showing his strong arms. He looked at Fan Zixuan and smiled: "It turned out to be Master Fan. I thought you were not coming. Why, come here with a bodyguard?"

Fan Zixuan squeezed a smile: "No, this is my brother-in-law, who actually wants to buy black powder, did you bring that thing, Brother Wen?"

"I brought things, naturally." Brother Wen lighted a cigarette and glanced at Fan Zixuan obliquely: "But in order to get these black powder, we also lost something on the road, so the price should be increased. ."

Fan Zixuan's face changed slightly: "How much does Brother Wen want?"

"Not much, just half a million!"

"What?" Fan Zixuan's expression changed completely: "Before I only said that it would cost 100,000 yuan, how can it be 500,000 in one shot? You can't lose so much even if you lose it!"

Ye Zichuan's brows also frowned.

Brother Wen sneered: "At this price, you have to give it today, or if you don't!"