bookworm

The villa in Atobe is in the suburbs not far from Yokohama City, where it is quiet and quiet. Feng Feng basically likes this place very much, except of course the garden downstairs.

"Master Feng, this is today's afternoon tea, please use it."

Butler Yamazaki took two girls in maid outfits, put the tray with small biscuits and black tea on the low table beside Feng Feng's table, bent down and said respectfully.

Feng Feng raised his head from the book, stood up and smiled slightly at this kind and kind old man: "Thank you, I like it very much."

Butler Yamazaki bowed again, turned around and took the maids away.

Until now, Feng Feng finally understood the meaning of He Su.Teacher Qi Chuan arrived around seven o'clock last night, and it was only one night, so hurry up the next day, the two of them had a small cooking session.

Feng Feng and Jibu, who were not disturbed by outsiders, naturally had no distractions, and their reading efficiency was naturally high, and Feng Feng was also very happy.

When Atobe came out of the villa, he immediately saw Feng Feng sitting in the gazebo holding a biscuit and grinding his teeth while flipping through a book. He looked up at the sky, stroked his forehead, and walked towards the gazebo.

"Is there anywhere you want to go this afternoon?"

Atobe sat down next to him and looked at him with his chin propped up.

"Huh? Where's the teacher?" Feng Feng stuffed all the biscuits into his mouth and chewed, a little slurred.

"He has something to do in the afternoon, we can move freely."

"How about it, is there anywhere you want to go?"

Atobe asked him again.

Feng Feng also imitated Atobe and put his hand on his chin, thought carefully, and finally shook his head: "I don't know, where do you want to go?"

He turned his head and looked at Atobe with those shiny black eyes, Atobe looked into his eyes, where his face was reflected, making his heart beat slightly faster.

"You can come here at all."

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The place Atobe took Feng Feng to is very famous, and it is known to the Japanese, especially the Chinese who travel to Japan - Chinatown, the so-called Chinatown.

Chinatown in Yokohama is the largest and most prosperous Chinese settlement in Japan. Most of the shops are run by Chinese, and there are especially many restaurants.

However, it was just after afternoon tea time, and neither of them was very hungry, so they just strolled around casually.

Feng Feng is originally Chinese, and he is not sensitive to the things around him, so he didn't find it particularly novel when he walked on Chinatown. They are all common things in China. Why do some Chinese people come to Japan for tourism? Do you still like to come here?

Atobe walked beside him, and he didn't have much emotion. He came to Chinatown more than once. Every time there was an event, the two guys, Yueren and Jirou, would definitely come to Chinatown to have a big meal, so he was not surprised. .

These two people watched casually as they walked slowly, it didn't seem like they were in a busy area, but strolling in their back garden.

A large group of people surrounded them not far away, who were chattering and talking, Feng Feng stopped and looked over.

It stands to reason that he usually doesn't like to join in the fun, but today he became interested for some reason, and wanted to go up to see what happened.Atobe seemed to see what was going on in his mind, and since he was in a good mood today, it wouldn't hurt to just take a look with this kid.

So, the two pushed through the crowd and squeezed into the inner layer.

It turned out to be a shareholder's booth, and the small wooden boards were filled with things of all sizes, ranging from vases to copper coins, which dazzled people.

The boss held one in his hand and was explaining loudly: "Please look, everyone, this vase in my hand is porcelain produced in the Xuande period of the Ming Dynasty - peacock green glaze blue! Look at its surface, the texture is clear and the color is bright. This color can only be obtained by firing in the kiln. There are very few authentic Ming porcelains in the world nowadays, and there are just a few left in this small shop. If you are interested, you can try the price..."

Feng Feng didn't quite understand what he said. Although he had read a lot of books, he hadn't touched on antiques yet, so he just looked at the thing in the boss's hand with his eyes open like most of the onlookers. A beautiful vase.

Just because Feng Feng doesn't know the goods, doesn't mean that Mr. Atobe doesn't know the goods either.In fact, although Atobe is just 17 years old this year, he has a lot of private collections. Although he can't see through the authenticity of these things at a glance, most of the appraisals are still close to ten or nine.

However, he sneered, no matter how authentic the "peacock green glaze" in the boss's hand looked, it was a pity that it could not escape his uncle's keen observation.

"Feng Feng, let's go."

It was one thing to know, and he wasn't in the mood to meddle in his own business.

Feng Feng turned to look at him: "Why are you leaving? I want to see."

Atobe was a little surprised, because as far as he knew, Feng Feng had never been a spectator, why did he change so much today?

In fact, Feng Feng's thoughts are very simple. Since it was produced in the Xuande period of the Ming Dynasty, it means-this should be a Chinese thing, right?

Why does it appear on the streets of Japan?

And why are you selling it here?

If it is bought by the Japanese, will it belong to them?

Although Te is an out-and-out nerd and usually doesn't care about anything, in the final analysis, Feng Feng is still a Chinese boy, and he still has this bit of patriotic blood.

But he definitely didn't have enough money on him to buy such an expensive antique, so he thought, at least see who bought him.

Atobe frowned, he was fed up with the feeling of being squeezed in the crowd, it was really not gorgeous, so he took Feng Feng's hand and said: "There is nothing to see here, let's go."

"I won't go." Feng Feng shook his head.

"It's a Chinese thing."

Hearing this, Atobe looked at him without saying a word, rather surprised.

I didn't expect this kid to have such a patriotic heart...

"Don't read it, it's a fake." Atobe couldn't help telling him the truth, otherwise, with this guy's serious and persistent temper, he had to really read it here.

"Fake?"

Feng Feng raised his head in shock, doesn't fake mean fake?

"how do you know?"

Atobe raised his head proudly: "Because it's really in my uncle's collection room."

Feng Feng was stunned for a while, then turned his head to look at the crowd who had already started bidding, and then turned his head to look at the tracking department: "Then what should we do? They are already bidding."

"What does it have to do with my uncle! Well, you know it's a fake, can we go?"

Feng Feng was a little hesitant. He knew it was fake, but other people didn't know. If they bought fake things...he was a little worried.

After all, Feng Feng is still underage, and his thoughts are inevitably simple, so he worries about these people.

"If they can't identify the goods themselves, they can't blame anyone for buying counterfeit goods." Atobe said.

"But...wouldn't it be sad to buy fake things?"

Their voices were not deliberately lowered, so they quickly aroused the dissatisfaction of the boss.

"My guest, how can you casually say that my product is a fake?" The boss said to them dissatisfied.

Jibu originally wanted to take Feng Feng away, but when the boss said this, he sneered: "I am not talking nonsense, a fake is a fake."

The crowd began to commotion, discussing in low voices.

"Although this counterfeit seems to have regular stripes and colors, judging from the color of the appearance, it is by no means old porcelain. The luster of old porcelain will not be so new, and it cannot be something from the Ming Dynasty. Moreover, although its stripes are clear, But it's a pity that the workmanship is insufficient, and it's a little rough, it doesn't look like a product from an official kiln." Atobe walked closer and said while touching his chin.

"If my uncle is not mistaken, the appearance of this vase will not exceed 20 years."

As soon as the words were uttered, the spectators below became dissatisfied, accusing the boss of cheating and using counterfeit products to prevaricate them.The boss who was crusaded was in a panic and glared at the two people across the crowd.

Atobu finished picking things, and took Feng Feng away swaggeringly.

Feng Feng followed Atobe, he heard all the words just now, and felt that Atobe was really powerful and knowledgeable.

"Actually, although that vase is a fake, the workmanship is not bad. It is considered to be a relatively high-end fake. Even if it is put on the market, it can be sold for a little money." Atobe said as he walked.

Feng Feng looked at him suspiciously.

"But my uncle has no obligation to tell him this. His attitude is really annoying."

Atobe stroked his tear mole and said.

Feng Feng smiled slightly and nodded lightly: "Yeah."

"It's late to come out, let's go back." Atobe looked at his watch, and he had been out for an hour. It seems that there is nothing interesting in Chinatown, so it's better to go back early to enjoy dinner.

"Okay." Feng Feng followed obediently.

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Feng Feng's diary:

XX month XX

I really like the environment here, it's quiet and beautiful, living here seems to forget the existence of the outside world...but.Today I went to the legendary Chinatown, and I felt a little disappointed that it didn't surprise me as expected.