The Leakage (Novel)
Other Name: 捡漏
Genre: novel
Author: Jin Yuanbao
Year: 2019
Chapter: 4201
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Synopsis:
The protagonists are Jin Feng and Zeng Zimo. The story of the novel mainly tells about a hundred years and a rebirth of the city. Shengshihuazhang, antique collection. Qin stele Zhouyi, calligraphy and painting of gold and stone. Bronze blue and white, jadeite. All the treasures in the world are in my hands. Jin Feng, who was reborn and returned, has reached the peak step by step by virtue of his extraordinary skill in appraising treasures in modern cities. Carry forward the most traditional culture of the nation and inherit the most complete civilization for a thousand years.
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After saying this, I saw Boyazhai boss Xu Wenwen clutching his chest tightly, trembling, his eyes blank, and his face pale, muttering to himself.
“Twenty million!”
“Twenty million…”
“I—hate—”
At this time, Jin Feng smiled indifferently.
“The cloisonne from the Qianlong period can be sold for a thousand yuan in the early years of the Republic of China!”
“The old capital city. A thousand yuan is enough to live in a well-off home for ten years, and you have no worries about food and clothing!”
“Although the cloisonne of the Jingtai period is not as exquisite as the Qianlong period…”
“However, the cloisonne of the Jingtai period is rarely spread, and every piece is an official kiln heavy vessel.”
“The price is not lower than Qianlong!”
“You just boasted that you would pay ten for a fake…”
After a pause, Jin Feng said in a cold voice.
“I said–“
“You-can’t afford it!”
With a thud, Xu Wenwen collapsed to the ground, his eyes rolled white, and he had already fainted.
Several wealthy players on the scene knew the great value of cloisonne.
As early as ten years ago, a pair of cloisonné enamel Domu pots sold for 90 million yuan in the Qing Dynasty.
In the 2012 Hong Kong Island Christie’s autumn auction, a pair of cloisonné enamel double crane incense burners made in the Yongzheng Period of the Qing Dynasty had a hammer price of hundreds of millions.
Although the price of cloisonné has been sluggish in recent years, it took nearly 20 million to get this bottle of cloisonne flowers from the Qianlong period.
Twenty million is just capital.
Selling to Zeng Zimo’s Zeng family, although it only earns a commission, it also costs 25 million!
Now that it is identified as a fake, if you lose it, you will have to pay two hundred and fifty million if you pay ten for a fake in Haikou.
Rao is Xu Wen who has been in the antique business for 30 years, earning a lot of money, and his net worth is only hundreds of millions.
This time, you will lose your fortune!
This is nothing.
The reputation he had built up in the antique industry for thirty years was destroyed. From then on, I couldn’t mix in this circle anymore.
This somersault is too big!
In addition, this time his employer, Zeng Zimo, has a very different background, especially Zeng Zimo’s grandfather, who is a huge party.
I even sold fakes to the Zeng family. Once an expert exposes it in the future, no one can afford the revenge of the Zeng family.
Several wealthy collectors looked down at Xu Wenwen who had fainted and fell to the ground, with different looks, and secretly shook their heads and sighed.
At the same time, he was full of admiration and respect for this unremarkable young man.
More fearful.
Jin Feng was expressionless, with a grim face, looking at Xu’s article coldly.
Although I don’t know the price of cloisonne in the world today, I feel calm when I read Xu’s article from being arrogant and domineering to now unconscious.
The next thing is a bit weird.
After a while, Xu Wenwen slowly woke up, stood up with difficulty, bowed his head down, and lost his soul. He was ten years old, and he still looked like the vice president of Jincheng Antiques Association.
“It’s Xu who planted, I’m sorry Mr. Zeng.”
“Dancing wild geese all day long, but in the end the wild geese pecked their eyes…”
“I am willing to bet, Xu Mou is willing to be punished.”
“Xu has spent his entire life in this store, and from now on this store will belong to Zeng.”
“There is no Boya Zhai in Jincheng, and no one Xu.”
Zeng Zimo lightly shook the jade head and said softly, “This is a moment of anger from my friend, don’t take it to your heart, Uncle Xu.”
“Uncle Xu’s personality, both grandpa and father understand.”
“Fortunately, I didn’t move this flower gob back. It’s not a big deal.”
“I will explain to Grandpa and Father.”
“Next, I have to trouble Uncle Xu to help the family find something good, you know, we are very short of time.”
These words came out of Zeng Zimo’s mouth, which surprised the rich and powerful people present, and praised the Zeng family as worthy of the three-time Jincheng wealthy family.
The heart and mind is admirable.
Hearing this, Xu Wenwen was trembling all over his body as if he had received an amnesty. In front of many people, he burst into tears and bowed deeply to Zeng Zimo.
However, Jin Feng next to him was noncommittal, still indifferent, without saying a word.
As he walked out, Xu Wenwen plucked up the courage to ask Jin Feng.
“My name, Mr.” Jin Feng responded indifferently without looking back.
“You don’t deserve to ask.”
Several rich men also chased to the door, looking at Jin Feng’s back, secretly horrified.
Since then, there has been a legend in the circle.
There was a young man who didn’t even hold his hand. He just saw it with the naked eye and beat Xu Wen who had been in the circle for 30 years to his knees.
Following Zeng Zimo, Zeng Zimo and Jin Feng walked side by side, occasionally turning Zhenshou to look at Jin Feng, Ruifeng’s eyes were full of curiosity.
Several times he was hesitant to speak, but it was hard to tell.
This is a mysterious man.
Although he was dressed in ragged clothes, the firmness and coldness on his face was daunting.
Finally, Zeng Zimo plucked up the courage and spoke softly.
“Sorry, I really didn’t look down on you just now…”
“I’m just a little curious… You knew it was fake without getting started…”
“You’re good.”
The good smelling scent is faint and faint, and it is introduced into Jinfeng’s nose, which is a pure natural female body fragrance.
It is as quiet as Xuelan, and elegant as jasmine, evoking the deepest memories in Jin Feng’s heart.
Suddenly, Jin Feng turned his head and was looking at Zeng Zimo.
Obsidian-like deep and quiet eyes shined through, like a god.
For a moment, Zeng Zimo only felt his heart tremble, and he stopped breathing.
Jin Feng swept away and fell into the distance.
Zeng Zimo’s heart was slightly lost because he realized that Jin Feng’s attention was not on him at all.
Once upon a time, the proudest princess of the Jincheng Zeng family was ignored by a strange man.
“Why do I care about him so much…”
Suddenly, Zeng Zimo was taken aback by the thoughts in his heart.
He couldn’t help biting his lip, trying to control his emotions, and said softly and casually.
“I’ll accompany you to the hospital.”
“Buy you again…”
Jin Feng spoke.
“What kind of stuff does your grandpa need?”
Zeng Zimo was stunned, and said softly: “The more expensive the better, the more historically significant the better…”
“My grandfather also said, it’s best to use something celebrities…”
“An orderly inheritance, and a clear source is better!”
“Give it away?”
Jin Feng’s faint words made Zeng Zimo startled, then nodded in response.
This man, he actually knew everything.
Jin Feng followed his finger to a stall in the distance: “There is a cigarette stick there, you can try it.”
“Send the fairy bridge as a whole, and that cigarette stick is still a thing.”
After hearing this, Zeng Zimo was stunned for three seconds, and waves of waves rose in his heart again.
After hurriedly following Jin Feng to the booth, he was shocked again.
This booth is 20 meters away from where I stood just now…
Thinking of what happened in Boyazhai just now, this… man can he see so far?
Is he clairvoyant?
The stall in front of me is not big, no more than three meters long, and dozens of various handicrafts are scattered on a piece of colored cloth.
The stall owner is a middle-aged man with a Chinese accent.
Sending Immortals Bridge is the oldest and largest second-hand goods trading market in Jincheng. Although the market has been sluggish in recent years, it is limited to Wenwan.
This does not prevent the surging of people here, the constant flow.
Jin Feng bent down and picked up an inconspicuous cigarette stick on the floor. The black oily right index finger and middle finger held the cigarette stick and wiped it straight from the cigarette holder to the cigarette holder.
Pass the cigarette holder backhand to Zeng Zimo.
Zeng Zimo looked at the cigarette rod in his hand. It felt very heavy. It was no more than 30 centimeters long. The material should be copper, with a dark color. There are many patinas on the rod, dense black spots, and old mottled.
The upper part of the cigarette holder is made of milky white and I don’t know what material it is, with many yellow and black spots.
The length of the cigarette holder is no more than five centimeters, but it is very smooth to touch on both sides, a bit like jade.
In the place leaning against the cigarette holder, two English letters are engraved.
JB！
The cigarette rod was very ordinary and old, and Zeng Zimo hesitated holding it in his hand.
Under the scorching sun, a strange combination of a man and a woman stood in front of the booth, attracting many people’s attention.
The man was dark and dirty, either migrant workers or tattered.
But beside her stood a fairy who looked like a beautiful country.
The stall owner was also very curious about this pair, and at first glanced at it with his eyes slanted, not caring at all.
Suddenly seeing the famous watch and clothes worn by Zeng Zimo, he stood up and moved his head after him.
“This…beautiful boss likes this thing?”
