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Meng Zitao looked at the balance on his phone, his face flushed with excitement, and it felt like there was a small drum in his heart that kept beating "dong dong". He felt that his whole heart was about to jump into his throat, and he wanted to scream. .
But immediately, he thought about the accident in his family a month ago and what happened to his family at that time. He felt mixed emotions for a while and could not speak for a long time.
Wang Zhixuan and Cheng Qiheng just smiled when they saw this. They could understand Meng Zitao's performance and were able to calm down at this time. Either they regarded money as something external to the body, or their psychological quality was a bit inhuman.
Wang Zhixuan recalled that when he got the first million in his life, he behaved worse than Meng Zitao, and he was so happy that he got drunk.
He sighed in his heart: "I must have been in my thirties when I made my first million in life. And when I was Xiao Meng's age, how could I not know so much as he did? Thinking about it, it's really scary to think about it!"
Cheng Qiheng was also very emotional in his heart. Although he was not short of money because of his family, he earned his first million from stocks in 2006. It was also with the bull market in 2007 that his wealth came. It has increased countless times.
When it comes to picking up antiques, he has picked them up before, but he has made more money than he has lost. Thinking that he still has the guidance of his grandfather, but he is still not as good as Meng Zitao of Ye Luzi, he feels very ashamed in his heart.
At this moment, someone walked into the store. Everyone looked up and found that it was Lu Wenwei.
Although he had already guessed the reason why Lu Wenwei came, Wang Zhixuan still smiled and asked: "Old Lu, why do you have time to come to my place today?"
Lu Wenwei looked at the pen holder on the table and said angrily: "Shopkeeper Wang, just laugh at me. Do you still know why I'm here?"
With that said, he quickly walked to the table, signaled to Meng Zitao and picked up the pen holder. After looking at it for a moment, his face turned red and white. After a while, he said in a stiff tone: "Xiao Meng, do you want to transfer this wallet?"
Wang Zhixuan said: "Lao Lu, if you want to buy something, why don't you speak politely?"
Lu Wenwei sighed after hearing this, and apologized to Meng Zitao: "Xiao Meng, I'm sorry, I'm just angry with me."
Meng Zitao waved his hand quickly, saying it didn't matter.
At this time, Wang Zhixuan asked curiously: "Lao Lu, what's going on? Why did you give up on such a big door?"
Lu Wenwei said with an aggrieved look: "I simply don't know what to say about this matter. If I insist on saying it, it can only be described as a combination of circumstances"
It turns out that the previous owner of this pen holder was a friend of Lu Wenwei. Lu Wenwei had begged his friend several times for this pen holder, but his friend never agreed.
Lu Wenwei was also very sorry about this, but there was nothing he could do if his friend refused, so he asked his friend to call him one day when he wanted to transfer it.
So, to this day, none of his friends have called him.
Lu Wenwei continued: "So, when I saw this thing today, I thought it was quite strange. Who made an identical pen holder, as if it was carved from the same mold. I also wondered whether it was made by using a translator. Made with similar techniques."
"I said, Lao Lu, have you never thought about the authenticity?" Wang Zhixuan asked.
"Of course I have thought about it, but my friend is very stubborn. I think it is impossible for him to sell the pen holder, and if it is genuine, Heizi probably won't just leave it on the stall. I didn't expect that the guy Heizi is the same. He is two hundred and fifty, and he has no idea who 'Mei Gong' is, and thought he was a scholar from the Qing Dynasty."
At the end of the sentence, Lu Wenwei was both upset and angry.
Everyone found it very funny, but now that Lu Wenwei is here, Heizi must also know the true value of this pen holder, and he may be so depressed that he vomits blood. Fortunately, Heizi didn't know about Huang Yu yet, otherwise, he would have come to Meng Zitao to fight for his life.
At this time, Meng Zitao suddenly thought of a question: "Teacher Lu, since your friend can't sell things, where did this pen holder come from? Is it a stolen item?"
"Why!"
Lu Wenwei sighed and looked very sad: "Don't worry, this is not stolen goods. The reason why this pen holder is wandering around is because my friend died in a car accident last month. He had a grandson who didn't learn well. All I know is playing games, and when I have no money, I just take some stuff and sell it.¡±
¡°When my friend passed away, this pen holder was on his desk. He didn¡¯t know the true value of the pen holder.Before that, let's take a look at this vase. "
The two of them followed what Wang Zhixuan said and observed them carefully one by one.
This is a plum vase, with blue and white decoration all over, a circle of tangled lotus on the shoulders, a grape pattern on the abdomen, smooth lines, a cloud pattern of the word "ren" and waves of sea water near the feet. The blue and white inscription "Da Ming Cheng" is written on the inside of the foot. "Annual System" in regular script.
After the two of them took a look at the plum vase, Wang Zhixuan said, "What do you think of this plum vase? Xiao Cheng, you can tell me first."
Cheng Qiheng thought for a while and said: "How should I put it? When I first looked at it, I felt that this plum vase was very similar to the real thing in terms of shape, glaze, green material and workmanship. But upon closer inspection, it still looked the same as the original one. There is some distance between the genuine product, especially the weight, which is very different from the genuine product. It is difficult for experienced people to be fooled." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com