The wife of Xiangjiang boss who disappeared for ten years is back

Chapter 95 No matter which dynasty, there are always people with modern ideas!

Chen Zhen said dumbfounded: "I don't even have a girlfriend, so how can I have a wife? Sister Zong, if you don't accept this necklace, you will look down on me."

Fang Zongtang thought about it, and it was not impossible to accept it.

"Okay, just think of it as you repaying my tuition!"

Chen Zhen said in a serious tone: "To repay your tuition, a necklace is not enough."

Just as he was about to continue, Song Yi completed the formalities and got back the ring and gourd.

"It's late, let's go back."

She took the box from Chen Zhen and waved goodbye.

"It's late, I'm going back first!"

Song Yi looked at the box in her hand for two seconds, and then took it together, holding it together with the gourd and the wrench.

Chen Zhen kept watching them walk away before getting into the car.

When Song Yi walked to the front of the car, he signaled the bodyguard to open the trunk, threw the purple box in, and then followed Fang Zongtang into the car.

After nine o'clock, she had already taken the medicine, and now she was going to come up sleepy.

After Song Yi got into the car, she asked the questions in her heart.

"Is it popular to send fake goods to such auctions?"

Song Yi put the two boxes on her right side and replied: "No, people who give things for charity are all respectable people and would not do such a thing."

She laughed sarcastically: "Only a few of them are real, and they are all worthless things. The pair of Tianhuang stones can still be seen, but they are just like sculptors, not as good as the big lion I knocked out of granite."

Song Yi was surprised: "Xiangjiang has only had charity sales in recent years. Before, I only brought out things and didn't participate. I didn't expect there to be so many articles in it."

She thought for a moment and came up with a hypothesis: "Do you think it's possible to know that it's a fake without even showing a sign?"

Song Yi joked: "They treat everyone who raises a sign as a fool."

Even though she only participated in this auction, she still felt that there were a lot of tricks in it.

"It's impossible for an auction like Guardian's without an appraiser."

Song Yi's eyes flashed: "You mean, this is what they agreed to?"

Her eyes deepened, and her pupils were as deep as the sea.

"There is also a possibility that the seller and the buyer are the same person."

Song Yi said with a sense of comprehension: "No wonder, so that no one will find out that it is a fake."

She raised a smile and picked up the gourd to look at it happily.

"Blue and white porcelain, the paintings are elegant, the characters have expressive expressions and plump bodies. This is the painting style of the Yuan Dynasty."

Song Yi listened carefully from the side, and saw her finger flick the bottle twice, then opened the other box with one hand, took out the wrench from inside, and rubbed the cinnabar seal with force twice.

"Is there a flashlight?" She asked with her eyes focused on the broken part of the gourd.

Song Yi asked the bodyguard, and he happened to have some in the carriage.

She put the finger on the finger, and polished the gourd's fracture twice with her skill, and rubbed off the cinnabar, revealing the body of the bottle.

The flashlight shines through.

"Look at what color?"

Song Yi looked at it carefully for two seconds: "It's a bit cyan."

She turned off the flashlight and smiled.

"We made money. This is a rare combination of white porcelain as the base and blue and white craftsmanship in the Yuan Dynasty. I guess the person who fired this Fulu ornament was either proficient in two crafts, or wanted to innovate. Only then can we make something that has both characteristics.”

Song Yi looked at the man whose eyes lit up when he mentioned porcelain, and said with a smile: "Blue and white porcelain, one blue and one white, are inseparable. The ancients really dared to think about it."

She laughed and made a metaphor: "Winter melons dare to be grafted with watermelons, and horses and donkeys can give birth to mules. No matter what dynasty or generation, there are always people with modern ideas."

(End of this chapter)