It's the end of December, and school is on vacation for another week. At this time, another major event happened on the Internet, which caused heated discussions among netizens across the country. Even many local stations were broadcasting the event.
The source of the incident is a company called Millennium Collection. They registered several official ID numbers across the Internet, and then uploaded some antique photos and introductions.
The antiques sent out at the beginning were all the Ming Hongwu amphorae, Yang Guifei bracelets, pictures of emperors from past dynasties, etc. that had been hotly discussed on the Internet before. However, the latest updates have never been announced.
The first item is the restored "Shihuyuan" plum vase, which was produced by the corrupt official Heshen during the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty. It can be regarded as a porcelain with special meaning.
The second piece is a restored official kiln porcelain from the Daoguang period of the Qing Dynasty.
The third item is the Ji Xiaolan Chuan inkstone inscribed by Cao Xueqin.
The fourth piece is an authentic celadon-glazed octagonal string-arc vase from the Southern Song Dynasty official kiln.
The reason why it has aroused heated discussion is that these four pieces also explain in detail the discovery process and the current market value, especially the latter two pieces. Millennium Shengzang Company has given its own estimated valuation, and domestic experts and peers are also welcome to give their opinions. New assessment.
Soon, the price of Ji Xiaolan's Chuan Inkstone was already bid at 33 million. After all, it had the inscription of Cao Xueqin, a great literary master, which doubled and greatly increased the value of the Chuan Inkstone.
The estimated value of the Bafang Vase from the Southern Song Dynasty has reached 127 million, and some knowledgeable people posted screenshots of the transaction price of the Bafang Vase that appeared at the same Hong Kong auction before, causing an uproar on the entire Internet.
That Millennium Shengzang Company is so awesome.
Li Mo was lying on the bed in the dormitory, looking at the millions of messages on the official account, feeling a little proud in his heart.
In the Qin family compound, Mr. Qin and Mr. Li were playing chess. Mr. Shi was sitting aside to watch the game. Standing next to them were Li Jiayu and Mr. Shi's granddaughter Shi Yunli.
After a long time, the chess game ended.
"Mr. Li, your chess skills have improved a lot recently."
"As I get older, my brain is almost useless. If you lose two sets in a row, the third set is not interesting."
"Grandpa, come sit over at the tea table and I'll make you some tea." Shi Yunli said obediently, and Shi Lao said yes again and again.
Shi Yunli's tea art is not good, but she is not a novice either.
Mr. Qin took a sip of tea and said approvingly: "Girl Li's craftsmanship is not bad."
"Thank you Grandpa Qin for the compliment."
"Mr. Qin, don't praise this girl, otherwise she will be proud."
"Praise will make you better. By the way, what has that boy been busy with recently? Mr. Shi, has he been to your place?"
"I haven't been there for a few days. I heard that he has been very busy recently. Every treasure in Xiang Yu's treasure needs a customized base if it is to be displayed. Some bases are very demanding. Not only do they need exquisite carvings, but they also need to have wonderful features. The wooden falcon structure does not require a single screw to fix it.”
Shi Lao took a sip of tea and continued after thinking about it: "But that boy has recently found a few more antiques, one of which is Ji Xiaolan's Chuan Inkstone."
Mr. Qin paused while raising the glass, then put it back on the tea table and said, "I have been on vacation in the south recently and haven't paid much attention to it. How is the quality of the Ji Xiaolan inkstone in his hand? How does it compare to the one in my collection?"
"You can't compare."
Mr. Qin is not happy. The Ji Xiaolan Chuanyan inkstone in his hand is considered to be the top one in existence, but now it is disliked by Mr. Shi.
"There is an inscription by Cao Xueqin on the back of the inkstone in the boy's hand. Do you think the two sides are still competing on the same level?" Shi Lao couldn't help but laugh happily when he saw him deflated.
"Speaking of the Ji Xiaolan Chuan Inkstone that was circulated on the Internet, a funny thing happened that made people laugh and cry. After the Internet exposed where the Chuan Inkstone was found, many people rushed into the antique store every day. There were too many people watching, and there was almost nothing to buy. Some people even wanted to follow the example of picking up big leaks in the store. The boss was so depressed that he closed the store and went to the hospital to recuperate. "
After Shi Yunli said this, she couldn't help laughing.
"What do you think those two store owners did? They couldn't even hold the treasure in their own hands. One owner lost more than 30 million yuan, and the other owner lost nearly 1.3 yuan."
The few people were chatting with great interest, and no one noticed that Li Jiayu, who had been standing silent all the time, looked terribly pale. He clenched his fists, with a ferocious look in his eyes, and the veins on his forehead bulged.
"Mr. Qin, I want to shamelessly ask you something today. Where did you buy those Song Dynasty Tripitaka papers in your hand? I also want to get a few."
Mr. Qin shook his head. Those Tripitakas were rare things that even money could not buy. He and Shi Lao had taken great advantage of Li Mo, so they had been keeping secrets. They also specifically asked the old leader to keep secrets.
I don’t know where Mr. Li found out about this?
"It's not convenient to say?"
Mr. Qin blew the tea cup, took a sip of hot tea and replied: "There is nothing inconvenient to say, but I don't know if that person still has the Tripitaka paper in his hand. Nowadays, a piece of Song Chuan Tripitaka paper on the market is worth at least 400,000 yuan." , even if he still has it in hand, he still wants to collect it for a few more years, so you can contact Li Mo and ask later."
"Li Mo also dug out those Tripitaka papers?"
Mr. Li was a little silent.
With a puff, Li Jiayu, who had been standing there silently, suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body fell limply to the ground.
The incident happened suddenly. No one expected that a good person would suddenly vomit blood.
"Jiayu, what's wrong with you?"
Mr. Li was half-kneeling on the ground and saw his grandson's face was pale, with residual blood on his mouth. He fell to the ground and his body was twitching slightly.
In less than two minutes, two people carrying medicine boxes rushed into the study. One of them was older. He first looked at his eyelids and then carefully felt his pulse.
"Doctor Ning, what happened to Jiayu? He suddenly vomited blood."
Dr. Ning put down Li Jiayu's wrist and frowned slightly and said: "Judging from the pulse, he had severe liver qi stagnation and was restless. Finally, he was so angry that he squirted out a mouthful of blood. It doesn't matter if the blood spurted out, the disease would be cured before it went down. Thirty percent. But Mr. Li, you’d better send him to the hospital for a comprehensive physical examination.”
Three security guards came in one after another. Under Mr. Li's instructions, one of them carried Li Jiayu on his back and walked outside.
After their grandfather and grandson left, Shi Yunli stuttered a little and said, "I'm so angry that I'm so angry. Who offended him?"
Mr. Qin and Mr. Shi looked at each other. Could it be that Li Jiayu vomited blood after hearing Li Mo's name?
If that's the case, it's nonsense.
A living person is so angry that he vomits blood at the name. This person is too weak.
"I'll contact Li Mo to see if he can come over in the afternoon. Last time, Li Mo identified that the Dong Qichang painting in Li Jiayu's hand was a fake, and there should have been a personal feud between them since then."
"Later, Li Jiayu was kicked out of Kyoto, and the personal hatred between them was not ordinary."
Shi Lao sighed softly.
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