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Chapter 204 Woodware

Chapter 204 Wooden Tool

This small shop of about ten square meters has a unique world inside. If Master Huang hadn't led him to open an inconspicuous small door, he wouldn't have noticed it at all.

After following Master Huang to the inner room with a slight waist, he felt a sudden enlightenment in front of him, and he felt a bright feeling in front of him. In front of him was a house of forty or fifty square meters, dark yellow tones, antique tables and chairs, and a few ancient paintings hanging on the wall. At first glance, it seemed that he would have an illusion that this was not the 21st century, but the return to the Ming and Qing dynasties.

Master Huang explained with a smile: "It was all bought by the younger generations. The old man doesn't like the modern and glitzy feeling, so he asked them to specially invite someone to decorate my house. You don't have to be curious. Most of the things in this house are fakes, and it's okay to deceive ordinary people. You should recognize them.

Zhang Can nodded, and the moment he entered the house, he used his black and white eyes to look at the fakes one by one.

Master Huang pointed to a very gorgeous chair and said, "This is a chair my granddaughter bought for me. According to her, it was the furniture placed in the lobby of an important official in the Ming Dynasty. I don't know much about wooden tools. I want my little brother to help me see if this chair is real or fake?"

Just after taking a look, Zhang Can had a rough impression of the year of the chair in front of him. He stepped forward a few steps and looked at the exquisitely crafted wooden chair in front of him. He saw that the chair in front of him was about one meter high, round all over, and the oval backrest was carved with the most typical Ming Dynasty wood grain.

He turned around the chair a few times and knocked it up and down with his hands. He was surprised because it was a chair from the Ming Dynasty, and it was flawless and flawless, without any flaws. It slowly slid along the chair ring, and it was smooth and smooth. When he sniffed it carefully, he could still smell a scent of wood. The faint fragrance made people feel happy. The combination of ordinary shapes, ordinary fragrances, and ordinary materials made it extraordinary. After hundreds of years, this chair was like an imitation made in the 21st century.

Ming Furniture, but Zhang Can was sure that this chair was indeed a bit old. If you count it carefully, it happened to be during the reign of Emperor Xizong of the Ming Dynasty. He was a little amazed that it was not important who used this chair. What mattered was that it was such a perfect thing. He only saw it in his life. Moreover, he didn't know what kind of wood it was. It was said to be red sandalwood, but it was more delicate and the texture was more perfect. It was said to be pineapple wood, but the color was too far behind, especially the fragrance was different from agarwood, and it smelled lightly sweet and touching the heart.

Zhang Can suddenly had the urge to take this chair as himself. It was an isolated product. He was almost certain that there was no such perfect thing as that chair.

Master Huang saw that he was lost and smelled: "How is it, young man? Is this chair real?"

Zhang Can had the urge to cheat for a moment, but finally sighed and replied seriously: "This chair is indeed an object of the Ming Dynasty. I am sorry for my lack of value and it is difficult to estimate, but it must be at least 50 million to go up."

The old man was also surprised and immediately said, "I lied to buy these spoiled things for hundreds of thousands of dollars. It was said that it was good for my health to do it regularly. I really believed them." He never thought whether Zhang Can said it correctly. Just as he had long believed that what Zhang Can said must be the truth. When he saw the old man at first glance, he felt that the young man in front of him was very unusual. Only the old man could see this extraordinary thing after seeing him for half his life. That kind of confidence in his bones could not be concealed even if he was polite and humble.

Zhang Can was a little curious about the old man. He could afford such things to give to others casually, and he thought he could be famous for his son or grandson.

The old man said, "Young man, I believe this thing. Just write an appraisal document and cover your Wushuang Treasure Archive and give it a name."

Zhang Can agreed and laughed: "I'm a wild way now. I can't count this, so I'll just make a joke." After saying that, I wrote the appraisal certificate and covered it up. In his opinion, this is somewhat joking. It has no notarization from the notary office, and he does not have the qualifications of an appraiser. Since the old man believed in him, he wouldn't mind being frivolous.

"Grandpa, are you inside? A crisp sound suddenly sounded outside the door. In a blink of an eye, a woman in her twenties walked in. The sound of clear high heels hitting the floor was particularly crisp and pleasant. The woman was wearing a random bright yellow knitted top, and the loose clothes could not cover her chest and suddenly raised her chest. The pair of light-colored jeans were light-colored jeans. The tight clothes outlined her figure with attractive curves. Her skin was so delicate that it made people dare not look at it too much, for fear that the woman would suddenly turn back and unexpectedly.

Zhang Can also took the seal back.

Master Huang suddenly smiled on his old-fashioned face and said, "Xiaoyu, what good things have you brought to grandpa again!"

Master Huang's sudden smile made Zhang Can think that he had an hallucination. He saw a woman called Xiaoyu take out a Tian Huangshi with a high-quality color and appearance from his bag, and said with a smile: "I bought a high-quality Tian Huangshi casually. I thought my grandfather should like it very much, so I brought it to my grandfather!" Zhang Can looked at it and saw that although this Tian Huangshi was not as good as the unparalleled treasure in his arms, it was also an extremely rare top-quality one. Now the woman took it out and handed it to Master Huang, like an ordinary stone.

Master Huang's eyes lit up and he picked up the stone and said, "Don't spend so much money in the future. If you have money, you won't spend it like this. Although our country's Red Cross has a bad reputation, you can do something practical."

The woman nodded and said, "I have always taken this in my heart. Grandpa doesn't know Xiaoyu yet?" She said, looking at Zhang Can standing next to Grandpa. Seeing that he had nothing special, she didn't take it in his heart. She asked casually: "Grandpa, is this?"

Master Huang then pulled Zhang Can and said, "This little brother is a connoisseur. He just helped grandpa see the chair you bought."

"Connoisseur?" the woman muttered and looked at Zhang Can with some repulsion. She didn't like strangers to get too close to her grandfather, let alone a young connoisseur. He remembered that connoisseurs were all very old figures. But when her grandfather brought him here, she still said politely: "What do you think sir can appreciate?"

Seeing that she was polite, Zhang Can had betrayed her the disdain in her eyes. He didn't want to be sick, so he had to say, "The connoisseur is not a question, he is just a little curious about antiques and jade."

The woman looked at him seriously and saw that he was wearing very casual and loose clothes. Although it was not very good-looking, his facial features were still very upright. After careful look, he would not be disgusted. It was rare to be able to face her neither arrogant nor humble words. She took off the pair of emerald green bracelets that Zhang Can had noticed from her snow-white right wrist and handed them to Zhang Can, "I just bought this. Please estimate the price for me to see if I am a sucker." Her crisp tone was a little rude, just as straightforward as it was natural. This kind of bracelet was worn at her age, but when it was worn, it looked extremely natural. The green one was jade and the white one was hands, which shone together, and it was hard to tell which one was more attractive.

Zhang Can took it and held it in his hand. The bracelet was still a little warm, which should be the woman's body temperature. He looked carefully and saw that the bracelet was delicate and pure, with a delicate and beautiful texture, and there was no crack. He thought about it repeatedly, and his face was serious, which made the woman nod. No matter what, his serious attitude was enough to show sincerity. Even if he guessed it correctly, she understood it. After all, Zhang Can was not very outstanding in dressing, and he might not understand the price of his bracelet.

"I can't say this, the price of this thing has changed too much, and it is possible to make twice or even several times more when you like it."

The woman was not aggressive when she thought he couldn't guess the price, but she just said, "It's a embarrassment for you to guess this. After all, you are just a connoisseur, not a marketer."

"About four million?" Zhang Can said.

The woman was stunned and was secretly surprised, because she just bought the bracelet, and the price was exactly 4.1 million yuan. Zhang Can said casually without any trouble. Even if she was lucky, she could not imitate her demeanor. Only then did she truly believe in Zhang Can's ability and stretched out her hand and said, "My name is Huang Yu. My grandfather is old. I have time to be a little wary of the attitude of strangers who are approaching him. I hope you understand. I apologize for my doubts about you just now." After saying that, she smiled relaxedly.

Zhang Can shook her gently. Although he wanted to not let go, he was polite and said, "I understand, my name is Zhang Can."

Master Huang smiled and said, "Little brother, you want to have dinner here today. Just think I thank you for the wooden chair you have identified for me. Let's talk first, and I'll prepare the meal." After that, he didn't care whether Zhang Can refused or not, and turned around and walked towards the kitchen, with his old arms and legs being very neat."

Zhang Can opened his mouth and wanted to call Master Huang, but he didn't know how to refuse. It was a common meal. Since the old man sincerely asked, it would be too pretentious to refuse again.

Huang Yu sat down and smiled and said, "My grandfather was like this. When he was in the literary world, he was in college, but he had no resentment. He was just a bit old-fashioned. He lived alone for many years and was familiar with cooking. I wanted to find him a nanny many times, but he refused! This time I came here and found that he was very enthusiastic about you. I was actually a little jealous in my heart and had a bad attitude. You should know that he rarely cared about others."

Zhang Can also smiled. He found that this woman was not only beautiful, but also spoke very funny. The two didn't know each other at first, and they talked casually at this time, as if they were very natural. There was no trace of ordinary men and women when they first met. This was naturally Huang Yu's credit. He knew that he was not the kind of person who met. But he also knew that this kind of woman could be familiar with him and would naturally be as familiar with other men. So he felt "Hey, you are not a good person. You are very knowledgeable at a young age. It's a little untenable for the little woman around you." Huang Yu said again.

Zhang Can smiled: "Don't bury yourself too much. I said your bracelet is about 4 million, but you only spent 4.1 million when you bought it. It's hard for others to treat you as a sucker!"

"Yes, I feel a little fluttery when you say this. If someone buys at least, someone will be killed by one or more.8 million!" After that, he covered his mouth and laughed quietly. His not-too-flattering smile, but his chest trembled. Zhang Can knew he shouldn't look there, but he still couldn't help but take a few glances. With this fluctuation, the woman's chest was perfect.
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