No. 1 rich family abandons young

Seeing that Lin Mengmeng was getting more and more floating, Shen Lang shook his head slightly.

Is this still the Lin Mengmeng who warmly embraced him when they first met?

At that time, Lin Mengmeng looked pure and lovely, young and lively.

Now Lin Mengmeng is a little more flamboyant.

If it was an emerald jade bracelet bought by herself with money, it would be understandable to be high-profile, but the problem is that this jade bracelet was given to her by someone else, not by her own hard work.

A person can be changed in just a few days, and perhaps only money and power have such power.

"Don't show off, keep it well, this is not ordinary." Shen Lang warned.

Although it is worth 200 million, in the eyes of his ruthless son, it is just a drizzle, but to Lin Mengmeng, it is a valuable treasure.

"You still need to remind me, of course I will keep the things he gave me well."

Lin Mengmeng first glanced at Shen Lang with a little disgust, then lowered her head, a blush appeared on her pretty face.

And Lin Ruanruan also understood the meaning of the words, and hurriedly asked: "Mengmeng, don't you have a boyfriend? Tell your sister how he is."

"He...he is very nice, elegant and easy-going, low-key and kind, willing to do good, and he is really kind to me."

Lin Mengmeng and that blue-faced confidant had never actually met or contacted each other, but her intuition told her that a man who was able to treat her so well before meeting him must be a good man in reality.

Buying her an emerald bracelet, helping her enter a big group, earning her enough face, can be said to have helped her so much that it changed her fate.

From the bottom of her heart, Lin Mengmeng was grateful to this person, and even wanted to make a promise with her body.

"That's right, I'll bring it here some other day for my sister to see, and help you check it out." Seeing that her sister had a boyfriend, Lin Ruanruan was naturally happy in her heart.

"He is very busy with work and has no time recently."

Lin Mengmeng didn't confess, in fact, she and that person had never met in reality.

"Sister, forget it, you don't have to figure it out yourself, so you don't have to check it out for me." After speaking, Lin Mengmeng stuck out her tongue.

"What nonsense, it's time to talk about marriage when you're old, but you have to be careful, don't be deceived by others." Lin Ruanruan warned.

"No, he is definitely not a liar!" Lin Mengmeng said confidently and firmly.

At the same time, Lin Mengmeng was also in her heart, thinking to herself: "My good sister, don't worry, although you are a few months older than me, I am more mature than you mentally, you can be fooled by Shen Lang, and I wouldn't."

But Shen Lang, seeing Lin Mengmeng's confident appearance, was in a different state of mind.

He was analyzing who the "confidant" that Lin Mengmeng said had helped her a lot.

Is it Fengling?Someone at the vice president level of Feiyu Group?

If it was really Feng Ling, Shen Lang would definitely not let him off lightly!
Shen Lang decided that after tonight, he must let Liang Zhiyi pay attention to Feng Ling, and find out who the traitor of Feiyu Group is as soon as possible.

Without further analysis, Shen Lang glanced at the antiques and miscellaneous items on the stall in front of him.

A few ancient coins and a few plates made by modern porcelain factories failed to catch Shen Lang's eyes.

There are genuine products on the street stalls, but they are thousands of miles away from the treasures.

These small things are not considered to be leaks at all, and earning a few hundred yuan is not enough.

What Shen Lang wants to pick up is the real leak.

Hard to find, but not impossible.

Suddenly, a blue and white jar caught his attention.

"Ice Plum Porridge Jar!"

Shen Lang raised his eyebrows slightly.

"During the Jiaqing period?"

Without hesitation, Shen Lang walked over in two steps at a time, picked up the blue and white jar and looked at it carefully.

He is identifying whether this blue and white jar is the same as the blue and white porridge jar with ice and plum patterns in the Jiaqing period of the Qing Dynasty.

The jar is beautiful in shape, in the shape of bamboo, and white plum blossoms are scattered on the blue ground.

This kind of decoration is called "ice plum pattern" on ceramic decoration.

The porridge jar has a lid, decorated with the same blue ground and white plum blossoms, and the knots on it are in the shape of bamboo knots.

At the rim of the can body, there are four bamboo-shaped ties, which are used for tying ropes and are easy to carry.

Such a practical tool is meticulously and exquisitely made, with a clear style of the Qing Dynasty.

"The outsole is exposed, the tire is white and delicate, the bottom is as round as a loach's back, the pedicure is exquisite, top-grade!"

In Shen Lang's heart, his own voice was firm.

As the disciple of Cui Laogui, the number one appreciating master in China, Shen Lang has a strong eye for antique appreciation.

When the master taught him the skills of appreciating treasures, there was no trick, only to see more and feel more.

The same kind of objects have been seen and touched a lot, so it is natural to know if there are any.

"Sister, look at him. When you see a blue and white jar, you think it's blue and white porcelain. You can't look at it carefully at night. If it's so easy to pick up leaks, wouldn't everyone be rich?" Lin Mengmeng saw Shen With Lang's serious expression, he didn't think Shen Lang was an expert in this field.

"He still has research on antiques. I saw it with my own eyes when I was in Ping'an City." Lin Ruanruan said.

"Sister, no matter what Shen Lang does, you are partial. I think you seem to have been drugged by him." Lin Mengmeng curled her lips.

At this moment, Lin Ruanruan did not argue with Lin Mengmeng any more. She knew exactly what kind of man Shen Lang was in her eyes. She believed in her judgment and her eyesight.

Therefore, no matter how many opinions my sister has, she will not be affected by them.

Afterwards, Lin Ruanruan followed in small steps, stood beside Shen Lang, and asked Shen Lang about the blue and white porcelain of the Qing Dynasty.

Perhaps this is what love should be like, learning from each other and making progress together.

After 1 minute, Shen Lang was sure that the Qing Dynasty Jiaqing Ice Plum Porridge Jar with Plum Pattern was genuine and well preserved without any blemishes, so he decided to buy it and give it to Lin Ruanruan for his collection.

With his eyesight, he would never be mistaken.

"How much is this jar?" Shen Lang called over to the stall owner who was greeting other customers.

The owner of the stall walked over slowly.

This is a stooped old man with gray hair, and although he has been shaved, there are still sparse gray stubbles.

The old man showed a bewildered expression, hesitated again and again, and finally gave a price, saying: "Young man, I don't really understand, give me three hundred, and you can take it."

Hearing the response, Shen Lang frowned slightly.

It stands to reason that this porridge jar with ice plum pattern is actually worth 30 yuan.

The stall owner only needs 300 yuan!

There is a thousand times difference between this!

However, Shen Lang did not have a trace of surprise or complacency.

He felt something was abnormal, or unreasonable.

Since it is in the antique business, even if you are not a senior connoisseur, you must have a certain understanding of porcelain.

Like this porridge jar with ice plum pattern from the Jiaqing period of the Qing Dynasty, even if it is an imitation, with this appearance and exquisite workmanship, it cannot be bought without thousands of dollars.

And as the owner of an antique stall, how could he not understand?

Shen Lang was a little skeptical about this kind of big leak that came to his door for nothing.

I really don't understand, or is there a fraud in it?

But at this time, Lin Mengmeng suddenly overflowed with sympathy.

She approached the owner of the antique stall, looked at him with unbearable eyes, and said, "Grandpa, it's so late, you are still working hard. We bought this pot. You should close the stall and go home to rest as soon as possible."

This is a night market. Only during this time period is the peak passenger flow. You are asking people to close the stalls, which is ruining their jobs!

The owner of the antique stall looked at Lin Mengmeng with complicated eyes, and then said with a tired look: "Girl, it's okay, I can still hold on."

"Okay then, Grandpa, we are willing to pay 1 yuan to buy this jar." Lin Mengmeng suddenly had a whim.

Spending 1 yuan to buy a blue and white jar worth 30 yuan is definitely a good deal, but things may not be that simple.

"1 yuan? Girl, are you really willing to bid?"

The old man's eyes suddenly lit up, and then dimmed again, and continued to say in his weak tone: "Too much, too much, I exchanged this jar with a bag of millet for my neighbor in the countryside, it's really not worth it 1 yuan, girl, I accept your wish."

"No, grandpa, the three of us bought it for 1 yuan." Lin Mengmeng insisted.

But at this moment, Shen Lang vetoed it outright: "You pay 1 yuan yourself, I won't bid [-] yuan anyway."

If you don't buy something suspicious, even if it is a big leak, you can't rush to pick it up, otherwise there will be a dispute.

In fact, with the appearance of this blue and white porridge jar with ice and plum pattern, it is absolutely no problem to sell 30, but Shen Lang saw something strange from it.

The antique street in the black market and night market has always had many routines. Although Shen Lang has not experienced much, his master Cui Laogui, who taught him how to appraise treasures, has told him a lot.

Hearing Shen Lang's response, Lin Mengmeng was immediately annoyed: "Shen Lang! Do you have any sympathy?!"