Da'an's best son-in-law

"That's it." Lian'er stuck out her tongue, patted Ye Chen's shoulder comfortingly, and then focused on the objects in the hands of the surrounding vendors.

"I know, Xiaoye, if you want to reach the level of Su Yu, you still have a long way to go~"

It seemed that she had finally seen Ye Chen faltered in something, and Lian'er brought out what she had just said about Jizhou auctioneer Su Yu in high spirits.

She and Wei Yanran had attended several auctions in Jizhou, and had a real up-close experience of Su Yu's cool demeanor and precise skills when appraising antiques.

Although I understand that Ye Chen is quite capable in many things, being a treasure appraiser is a profession that needs to be cultivated from an early age. Ye Chen has been in the Ye family since he was a child, and he is only twenty years old now. Where can he learn to appraise treasures.

Seeing the proud smile on Lian'er's face, Ye Chen helplessly twitched the corner of his mouth and said nothing.

He didn't know Su Yu's level, but the girl Lian'er described her magical powers just now, and maybe she had two brushes.

but....

How does it compare to the old man?

No matter how capable the auction master of Wanxiang Auction is, Ye Chen knows that Mr. Gu Jinnan's level is not comparable to that of ordinary people.

When the old man was young, he followed the gang of gold captains to fight against each other. Because of the trap, his eyes got the root cause of the disease. As a result, his eyesight became extremely poor as he got older, almost to the point of blindness.

Even so, even if he just touches it with his hands, this old man can clearly tell you the eighteen generations of ancestors of the object.

As for Ye Chen's own level...

In fact, he himself didn't know very well. After all, he only used the skills taught by the old man to go to the antique market to find some treasures, and had never participated in professional evaluations.

But according to the old man's evaluation, he is considered acceptable.

"Hey, hey, uncle, look at what that person is holding."

The two of them were heading towards the auction when Lian'er suddenly pulled Ye Chen's arm and pointed her finger in the direction ahead.

In the direction where Lian'er's finger pointed, there was an auctioneer who was in sharp contrast to the surrounding environment. He looked very out of place among the crowds of people heading to the auction.

Most of the groups that came to participate in the Vientiane Auction were obvious, including a group of gold-touching captains who dealt with underground things all day long, and a group of antique dealers who specialized in selling antiques.

Or maybe there are some ordinary Jizhou people who have some good items passed down from home. Because they have been having a hard time recently, they are anxious to sell them at the auction.

But none of the people Lian'er was referring to fit the description.

It was an old man carrying a wooden box.

The old man's disheveled white hair had already covered his face.

It was obviously the beginning of autumn, and the weather was getting colder. Most of the residents in Jizhou were now wearing thick clothes to keep out the cold. However, this old man was carrying a very old wooden box in his hand and was wearing summer single clothes.

It can be said that the single clothes have reached the level of patches upon patches. Coupled with the lack of cleaning for many years, the overall appearance is dark black.

Although this area is now very close to the auction and the crowd is extremely crowded, the people around him still naturally make way for the old man in a small circle.

Judging from the reaction of people around the old man covering their noses to avoid it, it seems that the smell of this single piece of clothing must be quite special.

The old man did not react at all to the behavior of the people around him. He hugged the old wooden box tightly in his hands. Under the disheveled white hair, the expression on the former's face could not be seen.

"It's almost winter now, he's not cold, uncle," Lian'er stared at the white-haired old man walking alone among the crowd with moving eyes, and said doubtfully.

Even an adult man would be shivering from the cold if he went out in a single coat in this weather. This old man still looked calm and calm.

Taking his eyes back from the old wooden box in the old man's hand, Ye Chen pulled Lian'er and said, "Didn't you tell me that the Wanxiang Auction is a mixed bag, and everyone is there?"

"Then I haven't seen it either..."

"Okay." Ye Chen pointed to the most conspicuous building in Jizhou City in front of him, "Didn't you see that these people are rushing over there? If you keep inking, we won't be able to squeeze in by then.

Lian'er glanced at the people in front of her and her face changed slightly, "Hurry up, hurry up, uncle, when the lady took me there in the past, there were special seats. I will take you there."

In order to build momentum, Wanxiang Auction would invite people from the four major families in Jizhou to participate in every auction, and the Wei family who was invited the most was Wei Yanran.

Wei Yanran, the proud daughter of heaven, can be said to have a very good reputation in Jizhou City. The auction house naturally values ​​the former's reputation in Jizhou and can attract more popularity to her.

Although most of the people attracted by the former are children of aristocratic families and poor scholars, it is still enough for the auction house.

Therefore, the four major families all have their own seats at the Vientiane Auction, and there is no need to crowd around the periphery.

"Slow down, there are too many people in front, you can't squeeze in."

When there were few people just now, this girl had to be here looking at the objects in other people's hands in a daze. Now that there are more people, this girl knows that she is anxious.

Ye Chen helplessly allowed Lian'er to hold his arm and move towards the crowded place ahead.

The two of them shuttled through the crowd, rushing towards the Vientiane Auction. Just when they were about to escape the crowd, Ye Chen turned his head slightly and noticed the wooden box in the hand of the weird old man.

This box...

Ye Chen stared for a long time, then the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, "This box is all covered in starch, right?"

According to common sense, truly valuable antiques do not necessarily need to be packed in expensive boxes, because no matter how expensive the packaging is, they cannot reflect the inherent value of the antiques.

So those who went to the auction had cloth packages, elm boxes, or simply held them.

The box held in the old man's hand was a dull black color all over. It was obviously because it had not been cleaned for a long time, and due to frequent wear and tear, all the mud was stuck on it.

Just as Ye Chen secretly shook his head, the wooden box in the old man's hand suddenly slipped from his hand and hit the ground heavily.

With a dull sound, the old man lifted the wooden box from the ground expressionlessly and continued to walk through the crowd with his head lowered.

The people around him were afraid to avoid him, and no one paid any attention to the movements of the old man, except for Ye Chen, who had been observing him.

Because of the bump just now, a corner of the box that was covered in mud and patina in the old man's hand was knocked off. Under the dark black appearance, a dull red color gradually emerged.

Ye Chen's eyes gradually became serious following the sudden appearance of red.

"That's Longquan Mu?"