Rebirth to 80s: I Raised the World’s Richest Man

"Ji Xiaoyu, they're not inferior, and I'm not too noble, so don't talk about it in the future." Wen Yan said with a sullen face.

"And you, pay attention to what you say! Ji Xiaoyu is a student. As a boy, can you have some grace?" Wen Yan also reprimanded Hou Liangliang.

"Whether you believe it or not, these three items of yours are rubbish. If you don't believe me, there are so many people in the store, and my second uncle is there. You can show them and let them re-evaluate for you."

Hou Liangliang is not a person who loses his temper. Seeing that Ji Xiaoyu was being disciplined, his anger subsided, and he was no longer angry when Wen Yan said that his thing was tattered.

"No need, no need, Brother Mu said at the beginning that these things are worthless, I just like it, alas, I am not convinced. Young master, even if it is a junk, there should be a price for a junk, you give it Serious numbers."

"Damn is rubbish. Have you ever seen rubbish that is valuable? You are so short of money? I think you are looking for money!" Ji Xiaoyu's tone was sharp.

Hou Liangliang ignored her this time, but looked at Wen Yan, "Little Master, others don't know, you should know? Do I still have a bet with Brother Mu?"

This Wen Yan naturally knew for a long time, "I'll make it up for you, 10 yuan, no more."

Hou Liangliang was delighted again, "Brother Mu, did you hear me? These three items of mine are worth 10 yuan. Your old book, which you gnawed, shouldn't be worth more than mine, right?"

"That's not necessarily true." Jiang Mu took out a square gray cloth bag and opened it carefully. Inside was a booklet bound by thread, with a few traditional Chinese characters on the cover, and printed "The Collection of Sutras".

As Hou Liangliang said, the writing was tattered by insects or mice. It looked appalling.

"It's not Jiang Mu, what do you mean? Don't you think that the more worn and old my objects are, the more antique they are?" Ji Xiaoyu sneered.

Jiang Mu ignored it directly, but looked at Wen Yan, "Little Master, please?"

Wen Yan's expression was also indescribable, "You just bet me on this?"

He started right away.

"Snapped--"

Jiang Mu was rude, and slapped Wen Yan on the back of his hand, stopping his movement, and the back of his fair hand suddenly turned red.

"Jiang Mu - why are you beating people?" Ji Xiaoyu asked angrily.

Wen Yan just calmed down the argument between Hou Liangliang and Ji Xiaoyu, and distracted everyone's attention. With such a sound, everyone's eyes moved again.

Jiang Mu's beautiful almond eyes stared at Wen Yan's hands, and chuckled, "You said that you have been in the industry since you were a child, learning all kinds of antique appraisals. You said that you have been studying for more than ten years and have rich experience. Your childhood sweetheart even said that you are a genius in the antiques business—"

"However, you didn't even wear gloves and started to play with objects?" She mocked softly, "I doubt it, what have you learned in the past ten years? Don't you even know the basics of wearing gloves?"

"If you don't even know the most basic knowledge, don't blame others for questioning your identification results."

Wen Yan was not convinced, "Of course I know what you said, but your tattered "Dai Jing Tang Ji" is a book from the Qing Dynasty, but the printed version was tattered by mice. , worthless at all."

"Since I have already seen that this thing has no collection value, there is no need to wear gloves." His eyes were bright and plausible, and he felt that what he said was very reasonable.

Jiang Mu smiled, but his almond eyes shone brightly, "You just read the cover and didn't even turn it over, so you judge this book to be junk and not worth collecting. You are so confident in your judgment. ?"

Wen Yan was very proud, "I don't dare to say anything else, you just took this "Dai Jing Tang Collection", you don't need to look at it, I can judge it at a glance, it has no collection value, even Hou Liangliang's three junk Not even better."

"What if you're wrong?" Jiang Mu put his hands in his pockets with a smile in his eyes.

"That means my eyesight, knowledge, and accumulation are all flawed. I won't help others identify any objects until you approve!" Wen Yan's words made Ji Xiaoyu so frightened that Uncle Wen immediately pulled over.

"No! Jiang Mu, why are you?" Ji Xiaoyu stopped her sternly, and then persuaded Wen Yan, "You don't have to do this! Jiang Mu is deliberately provoking you. Don't be fooled by such a simple trick! Follow Wen Yan. Second uncle has been learning to appraise antiques for so many years, why do you have to pay such a serious price for Jiang Mu's words?"

"Don't talk about it, if I can make mistakes even in such a basic appraisal, it means that I am not skilled in appraisal, and I am not qualified to do appraisals for others."

Wen Yan was very firm.

Ji Xiaoyu pulled Wen Shan's sleeve, "Second Uncle Wen, Second Uncle Wen, quickly persuade him!"

Wen Shan looked at Jiang Mu and smiled kindly, "You don't need to persuade, a man, a man, what you say is the water that was poured out, and you must never go back on it."

Ji Xiaoyu hurriedly turned in circles.

"Girl Jiang Mu, can I show you this book of "The Collection of Sutras"?" Wen Shan asked with a smile.

Jiang Mu was neither humble nor arrogant, "The shopkeeper, let Wen Yan see it, this is the last time he has appraised others."

Wen Yan put on white gloves, panting heavily in his nostrils, "I will convince you today! Don't say it, you seem to understand it well, take luck as your skill, and you will suffer in the future."

He carefully flipped the page numbers, and the fact was just like what he had just seen. The pages were severely gnawed by mice, insects and ants, and some of them were directly stuck together, and they couldn't even turn them.

Wen Yan quickened his movements, exactly the same as his previous judgment.

"Jiang Mu, this is really a waste of time. As I said, this "The Collection of Sutras" is really not worth collecting at all. Although it is the work of Wang Shizhen, it is a printed version. Wang Shizhen's manuscript, even if it is tattered in this way, is still very valuable for collection."

"But it's a pity, this is just printing..." Wen Yan's movements suddenly stopped, and the proud look on his face suddenly became serious.

I saw three sheets of paper sandwiched between the pages of the book. Wen Yan carefully took it out, spread it out, and placed it on the desk.

The three sheets of rice paper are of high quality and somewhat yellowed, and the three sheets are all cursive, but in different styles.

One is handsome and wild, one is unrestrained and handsome, and one is elegant and long.

Wen Yan was more serious and cautious, holding a magnifying glass to carefully observe them one by one.

As time passed by, Jiang Mu didn't rush him, but the surroundings became more quiet, and other customers seemed to be affected by this side, and gradually, the whole store became quiet.

Ji Xiaoyu was impatient, and with the casual bets made by Wen Yan and Jiang Mu before, the quieter she was, the more impatient she became.

"Wen Yan, what's the situation? What kind of way do these three pieces of broken paper have?"

Wen Yan put down the magnifying glass, straightened up, and looked at Wen Shan, "Second Uncle, this is—"

"I know, I'll take a look." Wen Shan also put on a pair of white gloves cautiously, held a magnifying glass, and observed it carefully. He was very excited. This is Wang Shizhen's manuscript!

And it is still early, middle, and late, each of which contains his calligraphy works from three periods, which are extremely precious.

A few years ago, their store received a calligraphy work by Wang Shizhen, which finally sold for 1.2 million!

Today is a big business.

Wen Shan put down the magnifying glass, "Xiaoyan, it looks like you lost this time."

Wen Yan smiled, "I just didn't know that there were other papers in this "Dai Jingtang Collection". Actually, I was right. As far as this "Dai Jingtang Collection" is concerned, it really has no value."

"Oh? Then you mean to break the promise?" Jiang Mu asked with raised eyebrows.

"What breach of promise? Didn't you hear what Wen Yan just said? His judgment is right, this is a rubbish book, and Wen Yan is not a loser!"

Ji Xiaoyu speaks for Wen Yan.

Jiang Mu's attitude was casual, and he said casually, "Okay, if the young master thinks so, I have no problem."

"No, since I said this, I will naturally not regret it. Before you think I can help others identify antiques, I will not help anyone identify them."

Wen Yan didn't make any excuses, and said happily.

"No, Wen Yan! If Jiang Mu didn't let go all his life, then you've studied for more than ten years before, so it's not a waste of time? You've wasted your time in vain? Besides, didn't you just say it, your judgment at the beginning? That's right, if the book doesn't have these sheets of paper in it, it's a tattered book!"

Ji Xiaoyu whispered.

"Okay, don't say anything, it's my fault, I only look at things on the surface, I am arrogant, and I despise this "Dai Jing Tang Collection" when I see it in tatters. This is a taboo in appraisal. !"

Wen Yan analyzed herself, "I really should study hard and guard against arrogance and impatience."

Jiang Mu raised his eyebrows and looked puzzled, "Why do I think you are happy? You are still a little excited? You are so happy after losing. Do you like being abused? This hobby is really strange."

Wen Yan twitched the corners of his mouth, gritted his teeth, but had a smile on his face, "Of course I'm happy, didn't you just say that you want to give me a share? Wang Shizhen's manuscript is worth hundreds of thousands."

Jiang Mu just shrugged his shoulders, smiled slightly, and showed his publicity, "How do I remember that someone wants to worship me as a master?"

"If you can really find a fake on the shelves of our store, what if I take you as my teacher?" Wen Yan said cheerfully, "However, I think it's almost impossible, but these three Wang Shizhen manuscripts, I have one."

He smiled happily.

good night~