Almighty Appraiser

Chapter 13 It Happened Suddenly
When Shen Yunfeng walked out of Huayuzhai, he was carrying the jacket torn by Wang Yi in one hand, and a small suitcase in the other. Naturally, he was wearing the new clothes that Wang Yi bought to make an apology.

The transaction went smoothly unexpectedly, and Zhao Jianhua bought the bid from "Liu Shao" almost without any counter-offering. Although his cold triangular eyes showed a hint of pain, he still gritted his teeth and went up with the shopkeeper Zhao. Lou went to prepare cash for "Liu Shao".

As long as cash is not required, this is Shen Yunfeng's request after quoting the price.

Coincidentally, the shopkeeper Zhao from the Hongguang Group had not yet arrived to deposit the advance payment, and there was some cash in the store. After Wang Yi bought the clothes, he sent him to the bank again. The number requested by "Less" has been rounded up.

Zhao Jianhua and shopkeeper Zhao stood on the steps at the door, watching "Liu Shao" swaying away, they turned their heads and entered the shop.

"Old Zhao, come out with me tomorrow morning," Zhao Jianhua put a pair of jadeite earrings, an jadeite Buddha statue and a string of red sandalwood bracelets bought from "Liu Shao" into the safe with his own hands, "Mrs. Wang explained The work has been delayed for a day, and tomorrow we will have to send a knife from the sky to someone's house in person."

Shopkeeper Zhao agreed and stood still.

After Zhao Jianhua locked the safe, he straightened up and looked at shopkeeper Zhao who was standing aside with his head down, and noticed something was wrong with his expression.

"What's wrong, Old Zhao?" Zhao Jianhua asked.

"Boss, why do I feel a little uneasy in my heart?" Shopkeeper Zhao rubbed his face, and said to Zhao Jianhua with a dull face, "Is today's matter too smooth? There is some conspiracy."

"Old Zhao, are the four items fake?"

Zhao Jianhua asked calmly.

"No, all the best old things."

Shopkeeper Zhao replied seriously.

"Then it's over," Zhao Jianhua walked over and patted shopkeeper Zhao on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "Don't say it's you, it's just me, and I feel a little foggy. The two of us a second ago It was still like ants on a hot pot, and the next second someone sent something over. It was such a coincidence that no one would believe it."

Zhao Jianhua pointed to the safe, "The bills and receipts are all stored in it. Even if there is any problem, Liu Shan will take care of it. We are afraid of a qiu. Do you think it makes sense?"

Shopkeeper Zhao seemed to be about to say something, but Zhao Jianhua raised his hand to stop him.

"Old Zhao, I'm happy today, don't say anything about being depressed, let's go, find a place to have fun."

While talking, Zhao Jianhua hummed a little song and walked out of the store.

Shopkeeper Zhao muttered, "I hope I'm overthinking it," then gave Wang Yi a few words of explanation, and then left behind Zhao Jianhua.

Shen Yunfeng walked to a place where no one was around, threw the torn clothes into the trash can, and then walked into a bank with a small suitcase to deposit money into a card.

After leaving the bank, I called my senior brother Shen Mo, but he didn't get through. I thought I was busy during the New Year these days, so I didn't call again.

I bought some cooked food, bought some New Year's goods, and rushed to the old house.

Speaking of which, the location of this old house is indeed a bit remote, not to mention the place where Shen Yunfeng works, and there is no bus access, it belongs to the outskirts of Guanzhong.

Shen Yunfeng couldn't figure it out, he was working in the city, why his grandfather always refused to let him rent a place nearby when he was alive, so that at least he could save a lot of time on commuting home every day.

Entering the old house, I re-burned three sticks of incense for my grandfather, and then placed a few purchases for the Spring Festival on the altar.

I drank some wine with cooked food alone, and couldn't help but think of the short time I spent with my grandfather, and couldn't help crying like rain.

It was already late at night when I fell into a deep sleep.

The next day I slept until almost noon before getting up. I simply washed up and ate something. I took a look at my phone and saw that there was a missed call from my senior brother. I called him back, but no one answered. .

Shen Yunfeng suddenly felt a bad feeling in his heart, locked the doors and windows and hurried into the city.

Went to the place where senior brother Mo Mo rented, knocked on the door several times, but no one answered, and continued to call his mobile phone number, this time it was directly turned off.

It was getting dark, but without waiting for his senior brother, Shen Yunfeng walked towards the old house with a heavy heart.

Far away from the old house, Shen Yunfeng could see a mass of fire burning in the direction of the old house, and he could still vaguely hear the chaotic voices of people.

"not good!"

Shen Yunfeng started to run, and the effect of meditating and practicing Qi appeared a while ago. On the road with few people, his speed became faster and faster.

When he approached the old house and saw many people fighting the fire, Shen Yunfeng slowed down and ran over at a normal speed.

"Brother, you are so careless." A middle-aged man saw Shen Yunfeng running over panting, and blamed him, "I didn't check it when I went out, it's all right now, the house burned down, I see you Where will you stay in the future?"

"grandfather!"

Shen Yunfeng yelled, tears came out of his eyes, broke free from the obstruction of several people, and rushed into the crumbling old house that had been burned by the heat wave.

Because there is the only photo of my grandfather in it.

"This kid just doesn't want his life."

"Give up your life but not your money!"

The moment he rushed into the sea of ​​flames, bursts of shouts sounded in Shen Yunfeng's ears.

Looking around in a daze, the flames in front of his eyes were soaring, and the heat wave was tumbling, before he ran to the altar, a thick burning beam suddenly fell down, impartially, and hit Shen Yunfeng heavily. Black, passed out.

It seemed that he had slept for a long, long sleep, and had a long, long dream. This was the only thought in Shen Yunfeng's mind when he walked out of the gate of Guanzhong Central Hospital.

"Yunfeng, don't ask why, at least five years, at most ten years, the brother will explain the reason to you."

In Shen Yunfeng's pocket was the envelope handed to him by the nurse when he was discharged from the hospital. Inside was a note silently left by his senior brother.

After finding a place to live, and finally staying until the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, Shen Yunfeng walked into Liangma Collection Market, one of the three major antique trading markets in Guanzhong, according to what his senior brother wrote on the note, and found a company called " "Hengxing Antiques" shop, opened the door and walked in.

Time, in a flash, almost two months have passed.As for Shen Yunfeng, he has been an apprentice in Hengxing Antique Shop for fifty days.

Liangma Collectibles Market, "Hengxing Antique Shop" The five traditional official scripts are thick and vigorous, elegant and free.

Two men and one woman walked out slowly, surrounded by an old man in Tang suit with white hair and white hair.

At this time, Shen Yunfeng, who came by taxi, was almost at the door of the store.

Before stopping, I could see clearly through the car window the four people who were standing and talking at the door of the store. I casually glanced at the brocade box in the glasses man's hand, flipping the pages of the ancient book in my mind, and then stopped:

“During the Daoguang period of the Qing Dynasty, I imitated the Yongzheng Dynasty’s pastel-painted plate with branches, blessings, longevity, five bats and eight peaches. This plate is huge in size and maintains the precision, rigor and skill of the Yongzheng Dynasty’s craftsmanship, and the painting is meticulous.”

"A peach tree is written on it with exquisite brushwork and fine brushwork. Its branches are staggered and vigorous, winding and growing, sometimes turning suddenly, but always complementing the disc shape."

"Although it is an imitation, the buds and stamens are outlined with fine brush and light ink, highlighting its high purity and elegance, dense and not messy. It can be seen that although the painter's skill is inferior to the previous ones, it is still a rare thing."

Outside the store, a middle-aged man in a green gown turned to the man with glasses following him and said, "Master Song, send the things to Mr. Dong."

"Boss, would you like to take another look at that porcelain plate?"

A shout came suddenly, interrupting the middle-aged man.

(End of this chapter)