Divine Eye Appraisal: Starting with a Lucky Pickup of a Beautiful CEO's Family Heirloom

The setting sun slanted in through the narrow window on the east wall, shining on the wooden plaque and bathing the three characters "Jianzhen Pavilion" in a warm yellow light.

Wen Zhaoye was organizing account books behind the counter when he heard footsteps. He looked up and saw Sun Bo'an standing at the door, looking somewhat tired, but with a light in his eyes.

"Old Sun, where have you been? I haven't seen you all day."

Sun Bo'an didn't say anything. He walked to the counter, took out two folded notes from his pocket, placed them on the table, and pushed them over.

Wen Zhaoye looked down.

Both notes were handwritten.

The first one is Lao Zhou's, and the second one is Lao Chen's.

The two notes contained similar content, agreeing to issue an independent assessment report if necessary, and included the same sentence: "Let that kid come see us in person."

Wen Zhaoye picked up the note, pressed his finger on the paper, and then looked up at Sun Bo'an.

Sun Bo'an leaned against the counter, his voice a little hoarse: "This is the last thing I can do to help. From now on, you'll have to walk your own path."

Wen Zhaoye remained silent.

He stood up, walked around the counter, stood in front of Sun Bo'an, stopped, and then bowed deeply. Sun Bo'an was taken aback and quickly reached out to support his shoulder: "Boss Wen, please don't do that."

Wen Zhaoye straightened up, looked at Sun Bo'an, his eyes a little red: "Old Sun, I will remember this favor."

"What's there to record?" Sun Bo'an waved his hand and coughed. "Winning the hearing is the greatest reward for me."

Wen Zhaoye didn't say anything more. He picked up the two notes, opened the inner pocket of his wallet, and put them inside—together with the family photo.

The photo shows a seven-year-old version of himself, with his smiling mother next to him, and his father, Wen Tiankuo, standing at the back, his face blurred.

He stared at the blurry face for a few seconds, then zipped up the inner pocket and put the wallet back in the inner pocket.

Sun Bo'an watched from the side without saying a word.

Wen Zhaoye turned around, walked to the entrance of Jianzhen Pavilion, and looked up at the streetlights that were lit in the direction of the provincial capital.

The streetlights stretched out along the street, forming a blurry band of light that led all the way towards the provincial capital.

He knew in his heart that the hearing process had finally found its first witness who could step forward.

Sun Bo'an walked to his side, also looking in that direction. He was silent for a moment, then said, "Boss Wen, Lao Zhou and Lao Chen are both reliable people. They are willing to stand up because your credentials are strong enough."

Wen Zhaoye nodded.

"However," Sun Bo'an changed the subject, "they didn't come without a price. Qian Bohong has been operating in the provincial capital for twenty years; anyone who dares to stand up to him is going against him. Old Zhou and Old Chen are betting their reputations on you."

"I know," Wen Zhaoye said.

He turned around and looked at Sun Bo'an: "Old Sun, don't worry. I won't let them stand up for nothing."

Sun Bo'an looked at him and suddenly laughed: "You and your father are just like that." Wen Zhaoye was taken aback: "You're talking about my father again?" Sun Bo'an didn't answer, patted his shoulder, turned and walked into Jianzhen Pavilion: "Alright, I should go back now. Lock the door early, don't stay out too late."

"Mr. Sun, have you eaten?"

"I haven't eaten yet, I'll eat at home."

"Please wait a moment."

Wen Zhaoye turned and went into the kitchen. He took out a thermal container from the refrigerator, filled it with a few pieces of braised pork he had made that afternoon, and handed it to Sun Bo'an: "Take this back with you. You can heat it up with some steamed buns and eat it."

Sun Bo'an took the insulated box, paused for a moment, and then smiled: "You can cook?" "Grandma taught me." Sun Bo'an didn't say anything more, picked up the insulated box, turned around and walked out of Jianzhen Pavilion.

The setting sun cast a long shadow of his, which gradually disappeared into the twilight at the end of the old street.

Wen Zhaoye stood at the door, watching his back until he reached the corner, then turned his gaze away, walked to the counter, reopened his wallet, and glanced at the two notes in the inner compartment.

Old Zhou, Old Chen.

He closed his wallet and looked up at the wooden plaque on the wall.

The three characters "鑒真阁" (Jianzhen Pavilion) gleamed under the warm yellow light.

He took out his phone and sent a message to Sun Bo'an: "Old Sun, I'm going to the provincial capital tomorrow to see Lao Zhou and Lao Chen." After sending the message, he locked the shop door, stood under the streetlight, and looked in the direction of the provincial capital.

At Lao Zhou's home, Lao Zhou was sitting at his desk, holding a stack of lists in his hand, looking at them over and over again.

His wife brought in a cup of tea, noticed his furrowed brow, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Old Zhou didn't look up and said, "Old Sun who came today asked me to stand in line for him."

"What team?"

"The team that turned against Qian Bohong."

His wife paused for a moment, then put down her teacup: "You agreed?"

"I agreed."

"Are you crazy?"

Old Zhou looked up at his wife and smiled, "I'm not crazy. I just want to see if there's any truth left in this antique world." He picked up the list and started looking at it again.

At Old Chen's home, Old Chen was sitting on the sofa, holding the stack of lists in his hand.

His wife came over, saw his serious expression, and asked, "What's wrong?" Old Chen didn't say anything, but handed her the list.

His wife glanced at it and frowned: "Are these things sold in Qian Bohong's shop?"

"right."

"What are you planning to do?"

"Old Sun asked me to help him get an expert report."

"You agreed?"

"Um."

His wife was silent for a moment, then said, "Then you should be careful."

Old Chen nodded, put down the list, picked up his teacup, and took a sip.

His wife added, "Mom told me to tell you that she's buying pork ribs tomorrow and inviting Lao Sun over for dinner."

Old Chen paused for a moment, then laughed: "Okay, I'll call him."

He took out his phone and dialed Sun Bo'an's number.

On the other end of the phone, Sun Bo'an had just reached his front door, taken out his keys to open it, when his phone rang. He answered, "Feed?"

"Old Sun, my mom said she's buying pork ribs tomorrow and wants you to come over for dinner."

Sun Bo'an stood at the door, holding a thermos, paused for a moment, then smiled: "Okay, I'll go tomorrow."

"Bring your little boss along too." Sun Bo'an hung up the phone, stood at his doorstep, looked at the insulated food container in his hand, and smiled.

He took out his keys, opened the door, and went inside.

My wife was cooking in the kitchen when she smelled the aroma of braised pork and poked her head out: "Didn't you say you were going for a walk? All day long?"

Sun Bo'an placed the insulated box on the table and said, "This is a gift from Old Sun."

"Which old Sun?" "The boss of Jianzhen Pavilion."

His wife paused for a moment, then laughed: "Oh, you even bring things back?"

"He's not my apprentice, he's my boss."

"Your boss is quite good at handling things."

Sun Bo'an didn't reply. He sat down at the table, opened the insulated food container, picked up a piece of braised pork, and put it in his mouth.

The meat was stewed until tender and tasted just right.

After finishing one piece, he picked up another, then took out his phone and glanced at the message Wen Zhaoye had sent.

"I'm going to the provincial capital tomorrow to see Lao Zhou and Lao Chen."

He put down his phone and picked up another piece of braised pork.

The streetlights in the direction of the provincial capital were shining brightly in the distance.