Rebirth 93: Break off the engagement at the beginning and marry Bai Fumei

Dong Pingchuan is critically ill?Chen Yang dropped the fried cake in his mouth instantly.Why are you suddenly critically ill? How come you were fine when you saw the old man a while ago?

Dong Pingchuan treats him well. The first time they met was at the treasure appraisal conference.At that time, he dropped the fake Yuan blue and white jade pot spring vase brought by Yang Qinian. After it broke, everyone blamed him, but Dong Pingchuan did not.

The second time was when Dong Pingchuan opened his shop, he came to express his congratulations and hoped that he could do his part for the antique shop. Because of Dong Pingchuan's presence, he was praised by the antique shop when he opened his shop.

The third time was when he competed with Jiang Guangtai. Dong Pingchuan was present as the referee and did not favor Jiang Guangtai because of his identity. At that time, as long as Dong Pingchuan said a word, Song Shu had doubts and he probably couldn't beat Jiang Guangtai, but Dong Pingchuan did it fairly and justly. .

As for Dong Pingchuan's revelation that he had missed "The Rhymes of the Ministry of Rites", although Chen Yang once suspected that Dong Pingchuan did it on purpose, considering that Dong Pingchuan had been playing with antiques all his life, he would inevitably say excitedly when he saw such a good thing. Going out is excusable.

Generally speaking, Dong Pingchuan left a good impression on Chen Yang. Now that Dong Pingchuan was critically ill and he wanted to see him, of course he had to go.

Chen Yang walked into the No. [-] Hospital of the City with gifts. Song Qingyun was waiting for Chen Yang at the door of the hospital.The two walked quickly to the ward. Chen Yang briefly asked about Dong Pingchuan's condition. Song Qingyun shook his head slightly, indicating that the hospital had issued a critical illness notice.

In the independent ward, Dong Pingchuan was lying quietly on the bed, with various tubes inserted into his body, and he had lost a lot of weight.

Chen Yang walked to the hospital bed, put down the gift in his hand, lay down next to Dong Pingchuan and called softly: "Mr. Dong, I am Chen Yang, here to see you."

Dong Pingchuan heard Chen Yang's voice, opened his eyes slightly, turned his eyes to look at Chen Yang, nodded hard, and wanted to raise his arm to grab Chen Yang's hand.

Chen Yang hurriedly held Dong Pingchuan's hand, "Mr. Dong, you have to take good care of yourself. Our Jiangcheng antique industry cannot do without you. You have to take us forward!"

Dong Pingchuan signaled to take off his own oxygen mask. His wife wiped away her tears and gently took off the oxygen mask for him. Dong Pingchuan moved his mouth slightly towards Chen Yang.

Chen Yang hurriedly put his ear to her, "I...I'm sorry for you."

With just this sentence, Chen Yang understood what was going on. Dong Pingchuan was talking about the "Rhymes of the Ministry of Rites", so Chen Yang hurriedly smiled and shook his head, "Mr. Dong, what did you say? It's okay. You If you want to apologize, take good care of yourself!"

Dong Pingchuan waved his hand gently, "You kid... sell all good things, I... I'm afraid you'll ruin... ruin the national treasure, cough cough cough!"

Chen Yang instantly understood what Dong Pingchuan meant. It's no wonder that since his rebirth, he has sold a lot of good things, but there is no other way. Who makes him have no money? Antiques can make money quickly!

Chen Yang didn't hate Dong Pingchuan, because he was different from people like Guan Jinchuan and Yang Shinian. He really wanted to protect these old things. He was afraid that he would sell Song Shu.

Chen Yang hurriedly signaled to put Dong Pingchuan's oxygen mask on, and then said softly, "Mr. Dong, I had no money before and had no choice. Now that I have money, don't worry, I will listen to you in the future."

Mr. Dong smiled bitterly, then motioned to his wife, took out a small box from the drawer next to him, and handed it to Chen Yang.

Chen Yang opened the box and found an ordinary seal inside. The seal was engraved with the logo of the Jiangcheng Antique Chamber of Commerce, and the seal was his name.

Chen Yang knew what Dong Pingchuan meant. Song Qingyun had told him before that Mr. Dong intended to let Chen Yang join the Antique Chamber of Commerce, but Chen Yang was not thinking about it and excused himself by using the excuse that he did not open an antique shop.

"Mr. Dong, I accept this seal," Chen Yang looked at Dong Pingchuan and said, "From today on, I am a member of the Jiangcheng Antique Chamber of Commerce."

Dong Pingchuan nodded comfortingly, and then motioned to Song Qingyun to stretch out his hand and hold Song Qingyun and Chen Yang together. This means that in the future, Jiangcheng's antique world will depend on you two!

After coming out of the hospital, Chen Yang was in a heavy mood. Song Qingyun patted his shoulder gently, "In the future, the Jiangcheng antiques stall will fall on your and my shoulders!"

Chen Yang looked back at Song Qingyun and understood that Song Qingyun was preparing to take over the position of president of the Jiangcheng Antique Chamber of Commerce.

"Didn't you say you are not interested in the president of the Chamber of Commerce?"

Song Qingyun shook his head helplessly, "I have no interest. Taking over this position, apart from communicating with various places, just attending various meetings is really boring."

After saying this, Song Qingyun sighed deeply, "But now that Mr. Dong is like this, do you think there is anyone else in Jiangcheng who has the ability to stand up to the antique world? It's not shameful enough to let them go out to communicate. There is no way. .”

Song Qingyun patted Chen Yang on the shoulder, "It's just you and me!"

"We agreed that although I have joined the Antique Chamber of Commerce, I will not run around with you," Chen Yang turned to look at Song Qingyun and said, "I'm just about to get married. It's boring to accompany you, an old man. I still have to guard my little one." Where’s Wei.”

"Besides, if I keep going out to communicate and attend meetings like this, how can I pick up the slack and make money? I won't go!"

After listening to Chen Yang's words, Song Qingyun showed no intention of paying attention to Chen Yang and continued to walk forward, "When my sister left a while ago, she asked me with a photo. It was a landscape painting by Qian Weicheng. , someone told him that it was a fake painting."

Chen Yang was walking behind and looking at Song Qingyun. Wasn't this guy talking about himself?I had long thought that Song Lan's girl would ask Song Qingyun, but she didn't expect that girl to actually take a photo?

"Chen Yang, this man is so brave. He used an excuse to have his head cut off and dared to say that the painting was fake. Moreover, he knew my name, Song Qingyun. He actually dared to lie to my sister like this..."

Before Song Qingyun could finish speaking, Chen Yang took a few steps closer to Song Qingyun, "Uncle, I just thought about it. In fact, it's not a bad thing to go to various places to participate in exchange meetings. Maybe I can pick up some mistakes along the way, don't you think? "

Song Qingyun smiled slightly and patted Chen Yang on the shoulder, "What a good nephew!"

This is the difference between an expert and a nickname. It is easy to trick Song Lan, but it is difficult to trick an old man like Song Qingyun!

Song Lan is a representative of those antique enthusiasts. Although such people know a lot of professional knowledge, they can often deceive them with simple tricks.

Song Qingyun is a representative of experts such as antique appraisers. They not only know relevant knowledge, but are also familiar with the history of various dynasties, and even unofficial history, folklore, etc. Let’s put it this way, antiques is a very comprehensive industry, not just a simple one. Just understand some historical knowledge and cultural characteristics.

On November 29, Dong Pingchuan left his favorite antique shop.At the funeral, Chen Yang, dressed in a black woolen coat, bowed deeply three times in front of Dong Pingchuan's tombstone.

"Mr. Dong, rest in peace. I will not sell antiques indiscriminately in the future, and I will recover our lost national treasures!"