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Chapter 100 All Good Things

"Sir, I think this is our first meeting? Why are you so hostile towards me?" Song Youan asked calmly, looking at the other person.

Lin Chaoyang was disdainful in his heart, but he pretended to be serious and said, "I am not targeting anyone. I have been emphasizing the rules from beginning to end. Rules cannot be abolished, especially the rules established by Elder Dong."

"This is not some ordinary occasion that just anyone can attend."

"President Lin, you've gone too far!" Chen Fei's eyes narrowed, and Song You'an could clearly feel his body tense up suddenly, obviously on the verge of exploding.

"Chaoyang, that's enough!" Old Master Dong finally shouted angrily, "Miss Song has something good, that's why I agreed to Afei's invitation. Do you think I'm an unreasonable person?"

But the more Dong Lao acted this way, the more Lin Chaoyang felt that he was biased towards Chen Fei.

good stuff?
What good things could an outsider possibly have? Does she even know what good things are?

"Grandpa Dong, please don't be angry." Song You'an spoke slowly, her tone calm but with a hint of amusement. "As a newcomer, I should have brought out the things earlier. I just didn't expect this gentleman to have such a strong prejudice against me. I even wondered if I had 'I'm President Chen's female companion' written on my face? Otherwise, this unwarranted malice really baffles me."

"I said I wasn't targeting anyone, I was just stating the rules," Lin Chaoyang said expressionlessly.

Song Youan sneered and nodded: "Well said, 'I'm not targeting anyone,' but I really feel offended. I hope this gentleman will apologize to me and President Chen after he sees my things."

Too lazy to argue with him any longer, Song Youan took out her phone and sent a message to Chi Yu, asking him to bring the things in.

Those present didn't know what she was doing, and whispers began to rise.

"This young lady seems to have something special about her?"

Having something is one thing, having something good is another.

"Mr. Chen isn't someone who doesn't follow the rules; I trust him."

"Let's wait and see. This young lady has already said that she's an amateur and probably doesn't know anything."

Lin Chaoyang was even more dismissive of Song Youan's actions, and scoffed inwardly: "Playing hard to get."

Soon, Chi Yu personally carried a box with a combination lock into the private room. Everyone present recognized Lanting's general manager and was very surprised by his sudden appearance.

Then, under everyone's puzzled and shocked gazes, Chi Yu, dressed in a serious manner, stood in front of Song You'an.

Song Youan simply said, "Put it on the table."

Chi Yu nodded and stepped forward to place the combination lock box next to Elder Dong's golden nanmu box.

Then, without saying a word, he turned and left.

Because he knew that outsiders were not allowed to enter Mr. Dong's appreciation meeting, this was not a place for him to stay, so he had to leave immediately after delivering the items.

It was Chi Yu's sudden appearance that forced these people to re-examine Miss Song's identity.

Is Mr. Chi from Lanting providing her with private service?
Song Youan didn't keep everyone in suspense. She stepped forward, turned the combination lock, opened the box, and then took out items one after another under everyone's watchful eyes.

A jade vase with a floating kiln finish.

A scroll.

There are also two large, gleaming gold ingots.

Placed side by side with the Dazhao Hetian white jade brought by Elder Dong, four different Dazhao products appeared on the table.

"Is this the Floating Light Kiln Celadon Vase?"

Old Dong's eyes lit up. Even though he had seen countless fine things, he was still very excited to see such a large piece of Fuguang Kiln. He quickly took out his silk gloves and put them on before carefully picking it up.

Upon hearing that the vase was from the Da Zhao Fu Guang Kiln, everyone was surprised.

Lin Chaoyang and Song Yan were even more dumbfounded. Fuguang Kiln?
How can it be?

Lin Chaoyang approached with a skeptical expression. The sun had already set, so the magical color-changing effect of the vase in the light could not be seen. However, based on his years of experience handling antiques, Lin Chaoyang could still tell whether the vase was real or fake.

Especially when Old Dong turned the vase over, everyone exclaimed in surprise when they saw a leaf on the stamp at the bottom.

"It has leaves on it; it's from the first batch of Fuguang kiln pieces to come out of the kiln!"

"It's really amazing how well it's been preserved."

"I've only ever seen one Fuguang kiln piece the size of a bowl; there aren't any vases the size of that in the National Museum."

Lin Chaoyang couldn't suppress the joy in his eyes, but he knew in his heart that he had been slapped in the face. The two emotions were torn back and forth, making his expression particularly interesting.

"Miss Song, what is this?"

The discovery of the Fuguang Kiln surprised and delighted everyone. Someone couldn't wait to point at the scroll and ask.

Song Youan gently unfolded it, saying, "It's an authentic work by 'Han Mo'."

The name "Fanghua" caught everyone's eye. Several of them were renowned collectors of calligraphy and paintings, and upon hearing the name "Han Mo," they eagerly pushed their way forward.

"It really is Han Mo's handwriting."

“Even the seal is from the earliest period; the characters should have originated before Han Mo passed the imperial examination.”

"That makes it even rarer!"

The calligraphy and paintings were fragile, so even though everyone was amazed and excited, they didn't dare to touch them rashly. They could only lie around the table to appreciate them carefully, and some even took out magnifying glasses to observe the details.

Lin Chaoyang and Song Yan were dumbfounded again.

How come there are still genuine works by Han Mo?

"Mr. Dong, this..." Lin Chaoyang pointed at the calligraphy, hesitating to speak.

As he looked at the calligraphy intently, Mr. Dong nodded repeatedly: "Beautiful calligraphy, truly beautiful calligraphy! It is indeed worthy of the master Han Mo's calligraphy, flowing smoothly and unrestrainedly!"

The words are real too!
Lin Chaoyang looked up at Song Youan, only to meet her smiling and playful gaze.

He felt a thin layer of sweat seeping from his back, and his face burning hot.

He looked as if he had slapped himself twice.

Chen Fei was the first person present to have a preview of the Fuguang Kiln and Han Mo's authentic works, so his attention was now entirely focused on the two enormous gold ingots.

“Miss Song, you didn’t say you had this.” Chen Fei said meaningfully.

Song Youan raised an eyebrow and said in a low voice, "We can't just bring out all the good stuff at once, can we? Otherwise, there wouldn't be any surprise today."

Chen Fei smiled, reached out and picked up one of the gold ingots. It was a bright, flawless gold, clearly made of official silver.

Moreover, the gold ingot was frighteningly large, a size Chen Fei had never seen before.

“Good stuff, you have two more.” Chen Fei looked at Song Youan and whispered, “Sell me one.”

Song Youan looked amused and asked, "Isn't it inappropriate to say these things in this setting?"

Chen Fei glanced at the excited and restless crowd around him and continued in a low voice, "They're all seasoned veterans. If I don't grab one first, there won't be any left for me."

No sooner had Chen Fei finished speaking than someone approached Song You'an and whispered, "Miss Song, are you willing to sell this genuine Han Mo painting? I'm willing to offer 30 million!"