Chapter 55

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the gold wrong Dao couldn't be sold, so Yang Zimei took out another Pisces plate he had picked up and said, "Mr. Song, help me identify this one."

"Oh? Do you have anything else? " Song Xuanxian took the fish dish carefully from her hand, picked up the magnifying glass and examined it carefully.

He is a person who has a strong love for antiques. As soon as he is involved in the appraisal, he immediately becomes extremely attentive and serious, thus forgetting the stab wound just now.

Yang Zimei likes to see him seriously and attentively, with a kind of detached elegance.

Song Xuan put down the magnifying mirror in his hand and looked up at her. He just bumped into her black eyes. His heart pounded again. He quickly dodged away and stroked the fish plate. "This is the silver gilded gold buckle of Dingyao in the Northern Song Dynasty, bending down to depict the fish plate. Ding kiln is one of the five famous kilns in the Northern Song Dynasty. The plate has six flowered openings, open and flat, bent waist, short circle feet, white glaze inside and outside, wrapped with glaze on the ring feet, and gilded with gilt rims on the mang mouth. The inner wall depicts Pisces, with smooth lines, vivid images and superb craftsmanship, which were used in the Imperial Palace at that time. "

"About how much is it worth?" Yang Zimei is most concerned about this.

"The market price is about 380000. If you take it for auction, it may be higher. It depends on the collectors' preference. Some collectors love this Ding kiln porcelain."

"Does Mr. Song want to buy this one?"

Song Xuan looked up at her. "Zimei, you seem to have a very special feeling about antiques, but you don't have enough knowledge. In two days, there will be an antique auction in a city. I wonder if you are interested in seeing it? And your Pisces plate, if you want a higher price, I can put it on the auction for you. How about it? "

As soon as he heard that there was an antique auction, Yang Zimei naturally wanted to see, "I want to go."

"Well, at nine o'clock the day after tomorrow, you come here to see me, and I'll go with you." Song Xuan was very happy to see her promise.

"Thank you, Mr. Song." Yang Zimei looked up at the rows of books on antiques on the bookshelf. "Ten years ago, Mr. Song said he would teach me knowledge about antiques, but I broke my appointment. I don't know if I can still fulfill it now."

"Waiting." Song Xuan's face was full of smile. He was waiting for her.

"I'm at school now, and I'll come to study with you every Saturday and Sunday. Usually, you can borrow some books for me, OK?"

"Well." Song Xuan nodded, got up and took out an introduction to antique appreciation from the bookshelf and handed it to Yang Zimei. "You can read this book first, and then you can learn other fine knowledge in different categories."

"OK." Yang Zimei took over the brick thick book, "thank you, Mr. Song."

"Zi Mei, if I want to enter the auction, I have to take it to register and identify it, otherwise, I can't enter the auction hall." Song Xuan looked at the fish.

"Well, just stay here. You can take care of it for me." For song Xuan's character, Yang Zimei is trustworthy. He gives her the feeling that even if all the people in the world cheat her, he will not be the same.

"Thank you for your trust in me." Song Xuan was very happy to see that she was not on guard at all.

"You deserve my trust." Yang Zimei looked at him and said, "Mr. Song is a man I've ever met. He has the highest character, just like this Zhilan."

With her praise, song Xuan felt as if he was stepping on the cloud, a little light.

As long as she trusted him, it was enough.

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