C1510 Marry of the Wealthy Class 1438
C1510 Marry of the Wealthy Class 1438
"You won't." Baker stood up, glanced at her, then turned around and left.
Lili did not see Baker again for several days. That day, when she went out to dinner with Ye Nianmo, she asked worriedly, "How is it?"
"What do you think will happen?" Ye Nianmo said as he swallowed the spaghetti in his mouth.
Ding Yiyi put down her fork. The pasta in front of her was obviously a delicacy that had been listed in many food magazines and still required an appointment, but she couldn't swallow it down no matter how hard she tried.
Ye Nianmo changed the topic, "Have you been sleeping well recently?"
"It's much better now. Sleep is more stable than before." There was a trace of gratitude and guilt in her eyes.
Ye Nianmo didn't say anything. After the two finished their meal, he drove to a street Ding Yiyi had never seen before. The originally bustling street became narrower and slower as they drove.
However, after the narrow road, the business suddenly broadened, and there were many booths on both sides of the road.
Ding Yiyi finally understood that this alley was like a bottle. The bottle's opening was very small, so few people noticed it. However, after entering, there would be another world.
She looked at the stalls on both sides of the street. They were filled with old items, books and games. Quite a few people had stopped to look at them while others had brought magnifying glasses with them.
Ye Nianmo parked the car at the edge, and just as he got off, someone called out to her, "Miss, come and see, this is the Ming Dynasty's crickets. Look at their full color, this workmanship is pretty good too."
Ding Yiyi smiled and shook her head. "Thanks, but I'm not buying."
He felt that she was just a normal tourist and wasn't willing to miss such a good opportunity to persuade her. However, when he saw Ye Nianmo, he tactfully shut his mouth. Not only did antiques players have to look back at objects, they also had to look back at people.
Ye Nianmo held Ding Yiyi's hand and avoided the crowded crowd. Then, he turned and turned in front of the stall confidently. Finally, he stopped in front of an antique shop.
A copper toad was placed in front of the shop. The toad was holding a huge copper coin in its mouth, and judging from the liveliness of the stalls on both sides of the street, it could be said that this was a place with few doorways. However, just by looking at the structure, one could tell that the cultural relics here were not cheap.
When they walked through the traditional folding doors of the Central Monastery, a woman in a red qipao welcomed them, "Hello, please take your time to read. If there's anything you need help with, you can just call me."
Ye Nianmo nodded at her. He didn't even look at the items on the shelves that were filled with items. His gaze directly locked onto the three unremarkable items that were covered by a glass cabinet.
The three items looked like dried cow dung, but the texture was similar to stone, and there were no markings on the side.
The old man who was drinking tea from a purple clay teapot looked around and then looked at the man and woman in front of him with interest.
Ding Yiyi saw Ye Nianmo seriously looking at the three unremarkable stones, so she decided to walk around the shop, attracted by the ancient paintings and the ancient swords, and praised, "So beautiful."
Then, she turned her gaze to the painting hanging in the lobby and stared at it, "I don't feel good about this."
She had only mumbled a few words in a low voice, but she did not expect to hear a vigorous and forceful voice come from behind her, "Why does Miss think that this painting is not good?"
The old man who had been sitting on the teacher's chair and sipping his tea stood up, stroking the wrinkles on his blue tang suit, and walked to her side, "Why does Miss feel that this painting is not good? "One must know that this is a masterpiece created by Wang Xizhi himself. Just look at how I hung it in the most conspicuous place in the lounge. You should know that this is definitely the real thing."
Although the old man was talking to Ding Yiyi, his gaze was focused on the man not far away. Seeing that the man was looking at the item on the left, a trace of admiration appeared in his weather-beaten eyes.
Ding Yiyi said apologetically. She felt that the other party was saying she didn't understand and pretended to understand. "Blame me for being too quick with my mouth. If I offended the old man, then I really should apologize."
"Is this painting really that bad?" Ye Nianmo walked to Ding Yiyi's side and stood still with a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft.
The old man laughed angrily, "You are the first person in my shop to say that this painting is nothing special. I dare to hang it here as a front to prove that it is something that I value the most. "Little girl, tell me first, why do you think it's not good?"
Ding Yiyi felt that it really wasn't a good idea to put the words on display in someone else's store, so she apologized and let it go. She pressed her shoulder and Ye Nianmo encouraged her: "Go ahead."
"Speak!" The old man blew at his beard and glared at her, giving off the feeling that he had not played with her since she did not say anything.
Ding Yiyi had to take another look at the painting. "I usually draw, but every time I don't draw with my heart, I can feel it as if it doesn't have a soul."
The old man didn't speak immediately, but pondered for a while and said, "This painting is appraised at 1.37 million. If I were willing to sell it for 800,000, and if you had the money, would you buy it?"
After he finished speaking, he added, "Let's talk about it after you've thought about it. This is enough for you to make a small profit."
Ding Yiyi looked at the tensed face of the old man in front of her, seemingly unhappy. After hesitating for a moment, she shook her head and said, "No."
The old man's face went cold. "Tell me the reason."
"No reason." Ding Yiyi didn't know what to say, so she tried her best to express her opinion. "I can't tell if it's real or fake, but I don't think this painting moved me, so I won't buy it."
After she finished speaking, she saw that the other person's face was still gloomy, and she regretted speaking the truth even more. She thought to herself, "Going to someone else's store and saying that their shop's treasure does not have a soul, isn't this just asking for a scolding?"
Suddenly, the gloomy-looking person narrowed his eyes and let out a hearty laugh. It attracted the curious gazes of the park visitors who were looking at the other items beside them.
"This Little Girl is rather interesting." He stroked his goatee, then turned around to look at Ye Nianmo, "What about you, why do you think that this painting isn't good?"
Ye Nianmo glanced at him coolly, "Fake doesn't have any concept of good or bad. Fake is fake."
The old man's eyes narrowed, the corner of his lips curved downwards once again. He then said, "This is mine that was appraised and hung here. Why do you think this is fake?"
"Because it's really hanging in my father's study." Ye Nianmo's shocking words happened to pass by an antique fan beside him and he was greatly shocked.
The old man held his breath as his cheeks bulged, as if he was about to curse out loud in the next second. Suddenly, his agitated cheeks turned back to a hearty laughter.
"Truly a collection of similar things. You two youngsters are really interesting." He stretched out his hand to pick up the clay pot and played with it. He tilted his head and said, "I thought that once I close my doors, no one would be able to see that day. I didn't expect that the last person I would see would be two outsiders."
Ding Yiyi was shocked. "Fake?!"
"It's fake!" The old man replied with a smile. His expression didn't have the slightest trace of anger, but when he saw Ye Nianmo, his eyes lit up, "I wonder what my father's name is? Also, do you have a chance to see the profoundness of that treasured painting? "
Ye Nianmo did not refuse, "My father is an outsider, if old man is interested, I can recommend him."
"Good, good, good." The old man chuckled and didn't continue the conversation. He then changed the topic. "Were you looking at the rhinoceros' horn just now?"
Ye Nianmo nodded, "Yes."
"Should I give it to him or collect it myself?" The old man walked to the cabinet and asked. His eyes were constantly scanning the three rhinoceros' horns. "These three are all good stuff."
Ye Nianmo did not hide anything, "Use it."
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The old man was a bit surprised. There were many people who wanted to buy and increase the value of the collection, but those who wanted to buy and use it were unheard-of. This small piece of rhinoceros' horn was all piled up with money, let alone using it.
"Legend has it that this rhinoceros' horn has the ability to clear the mind, and it can extend one's lifespan by releasing the horn every day. Perhaps, it might even be able to see someone from the past. Do you not know of this use?"
The old man stared at Ye Nianmo and felt that this man was a bit too arrogant.
Ye Nianmo stared at him, "Got it."
The old man followed her gaze and saw Ding Yiyi. Although her eyes were bright, there was a hint of green under her eyes. It must be because she was having trouble sleeping.
"Since ancient times, you've always spent a fortune just to get a smile on a woman." The old man laughed, "However, this item of mine is a genuine antique, it's not for sale."
Ye Nianmo was still very indifferent, "I hope that old mister can be forsaken."
The old man's sharp gaze fell on him as if he wanted to see through him, and the other man's unmoving composure made him admire him.
"Although I'm not selling it, I can guess. How about this?" He held onto his tea and took a sip before continuing, "Little Girl, you, one of these rhinoceros' horns is the most precious of the three, it's the most expensive treasure in my shop, if you can guess, I'll give it to you."
Ding Yiyi was very surprised and was just about to say something when she was cut off by the old man. "Of course, since it's a wager, then I can't lose it. If you choose a treasure, then you must use the money to buy it."
"A one in three chance, this bet is too big." Ding Yiyi said.
On the surface, it seemed that they had the opportunity to take away the expensive rhinoceros horn unconditionally, but in reality, the old man had two chances to buy the good stuff with the money he spent on the good stuff.
The old man turned his head towards Ye Nianmo with a smile, "Kid, what did you say?"
Ye Nianmo said, "OK."
"Satisfying!" The old man smiled. "But I don't think you're that stupid. How can you agree so quickly?"
Ye Nianmo touched Ding Yiyi's forehead. After seeing her worried expression, he smiled and said, "I was just here to buy that treasure."
The old man stroked his mustache and asked, "What do you say, Little Girl?"
"Not good." Ding Yiyi tugged on Ye Nianmo's sleeve, "Let's not bet on that. I think it's very dangerous."