I was a god in the 18th century

Chapter 305: Getting in and out of the eyes of money
The community where Yan Shixian's uncle lives is divided into two phases. The first phase is all villas, and the second phase is multi-story bungalows.

Originally, Xia Qingdai thought Yan Shixian's house was luxurious enough. The river view room in the central location had a good floor and a wide view. It wasn't until I entered this quiet corner of the busy city that I realized there was a difference between the local tyrants and the local tycoons.

For her, a large flat-floor apartment like Yan's house is her dream mansion. But compared to this kind of villa with a private courtyard of two to three hundred square meters, it is nothing.

Not to mention the difference between the houses, when you walk into the yard and see the Bugatti Veyron parked casually there, it is worth more than half of the so-called luxury houses in Jiangcheng.

If she hadn't learned about the license plates the last time she bought a sports car model, she wouldn't even recognize the car.

Thinking back to the last time I bought a supercar model toy car worth several hundred yuan, I hesitated for a long time.

The differences between people are still unimaginable.

"The life of rich people is so luxurious." Xia Qingdai sighed while looking at the supercar.

"It's okay." Yan Shixian answered casually, "Do you like the villa?"

Xia Qingdai shrugged: "Who doesn't like the villa?"

Where she lives now, even if she goes to bed a little late at night, she has to worry about the grandma downstairs coming up and knocking on the door to protest.

Walking through the private garden full of exotic flowers and plants, Xia Qingdai nodded to the people inside who were tending the flowers and plants, and then quietly asked Yan Shixian: "Is that a relative of yours? What should I call him?"

"No." Yan Shixian smiled, "He is Uncle Chen, the gardener of my uncle's family."

"Oh." Xia Qingdai nodded and thought to herself: This time she has learned a lot. She didn't even know that in modern society, there are still people who have gardeners in their homes!

Billionaires are often heard of, but gardeners are seldom heard of. Then she became happy again. It seemed that this miniature carving player was very powerful, maybe she could really sell it for a good price!

Following Yan Shixian into the reception room of the villa, he found a middle-aged man wearing old cloth shoes and a Chinese mandarin jacket making tea, looking like a fairy.

Although the man in front of me is old, he is also a very handsome old man. At first glance, he is related to Yan Shixian by blood and looks somewhat similar.

"Xiaojie, did you bring someone here? Come, sit down and have a cup of tea." The handsome old man greeted the two of them to sit down.

Xia Qingdai couldn't help but touch the Da Vinci work she had wrapped in soft rags.

After greeting them politely, the old handsome guy went straight to the point: "Excuse me for your hard work. Have you brought your things?"

Xia Qingdai nodded: "Brought it."

After speaking, he carefully opened the backpack that he had been holding tightly in his arms, took out the cloth wrapped in the miniature sculpture, and then took out the absolutely incredible sculpture from it and placed it on the coffee table.

I saw the old handsome guy put on a pair of gloves, took out a magnifying glass, and then carefully took the magnifying glass to look at the miniature sculptures.

"Unbelievable, unbelievable! How is this possible?!" Once the old handsome guy started studying micro-carvings, his previous air of calmness and pretentiousness disappeared completely.

What replaced it was the excitement and restlessness after the tiger's body shook, giving people a feeling of madness.

Xia Qingdai couldn't help but rate the handsome old man even higher. He had a good taste!
"Are you going to take action on this miniature sculpture?" After sighing to himself for a long time, the old handsome guy finally sat back on the futon, resumed his calm demeanor, and stared at Xia Qingdai with burning eyes.

Xia Qingdai smiled calmly: "I haven't decided yet, it depends on whether it is suitable or not." The old handsome guy and the old god asked on the ground: "Little girl, what does this miniature sculpture mean?"

"I don't understand either. I got it by chance." Xia Qingdai didn't want to explain more. She would forget if she told too many lies.

The old handsome guy pondered for a moment and stretched out a finger.

Xia Qingdai doesn't understand. Does this mean one million? Ten million? Or a small goal?

Seeing her confused face, the handsome old man smiled and said, "How about ten million?"

Ten million is enough to buy a large flat-floor mansion in Jiangcheng, which is far away from Xia Qingdai's goal!

It seems that Uncle Yan in front of me is not very knowledgeable. This is the work of the great Leonardo da Vinci. He should be able to shoot a few small targets casually!

Ten million, that’s an ordinary jade micro carving, not Da Vinci’s!
Xia Qingdai doesn't know much about microcarving, but she has never eaten pork and has seen pigs running away. Although the sky-high price that the auction house sold made the news for, and it was discounted by half at most, the value is still there.

At that moment, she shook her head slightly: "I'm not in a hurry."

The old handsome guy was a little restless after hearing this. He took a sip of tea to calm down his mood and then sighed: "This thing is naturally excellent in the world of miniature sculptures, but the signature underneath makes it less valuable."

Xia Qingdai understood the meaning of his words after thinking for a moment.

If this thing can be proven to be the work of Leonardo da Vinci, one of the three masters of the Renaissance, then let alone a small target, there will be more than ten, it will be absolutely priceless.

But the key is that it cannot be proven.

She had checked the information before and found that miniature sculptures originated in China and have a history of 5,000 years. They are national intangible cultural heritage.

But in medieval Europe, there are no records of miniature sculptures.

The legend left by Leonardo da Vinci in the history books is that he was indeed a great all-rounder and a master sculptor, but there is no mention in the history books that he could do micro carvings.

This miniature sculpture that appeared out of thin air due to differences in time and space cannot be proven to be the work of Leonardo da Vinci, and naturally it cannot borrow from Leonardo da Vinci's fame.

Since the name cannot be borrowed, but there is Da Vinci's signature on the bottom of the miniature carving, it looks nondescript and reduces the value.

It's like a beautiful handmade skirt, but it has to be sewn with a Chanel logo, and it is instantly downgraded from advanced customization to imitation.

I think I figured it out, but it's impossible for Xia Qingdai to sell Da Vinci's sculptures at a low price. She can't suffer any loss!

If she is not in a hurry to make money, she can sell Mozart's songs, and she can also ask the eighteenth-century sculptor Jean-Antoine Udon to carve a jade statue!

Xia Qingdai, who owned an entire Lilliputian country, could find several money trees just by looking around in the 18th century!
Thinking of this, Xia Qingdai calmed down again. She won't sell this thing, but will keep it as a family heirloom.

Xia Qingdai's temperament suddenly changed from Qian's eyes, and when she started chatting with the other party, she became very relaxed.

The other party was also immediately sensitive to the changes in Xia Qingdai. After turning his probing eyes around her and Yan Shixian, he smiled and joked: "It's okay. If you don't sell it, I will come to your place if I want to play." Free.”

Xia Qingdai smiled and said nothing. After saying a few words, she gave Yan Shixian a look. The latter understood and took Xia Qingdai up to leave.