In Lao Huang's shop, there is an antique display shelf that occupies almost the entire east wall. This antique display shelf is also the biggest piece of furniture in his shop.

Unlike the much smaller display shelf on the west side, this largest display shelf is mostly filled with objects that don't look very good, and many of them are even damaged. It is obvious that the items on this display shelf are not of much interest to Lao Huang.

Seeing Yang Jing lingering in front of the large antique display case, Old Huang said with a smile, "Xiao Yang, there's nothing good on that shelf. They're just the leftovers after I collected the goods."

"It's okay, I'm just taking a look."

As he spoke, Yang Jing squatted down and focused his eyes on an object at the bottom of the antique shelf.

The things on this shelf are not good things. I guess Huang uses this shelf to store "garbage". The objects on the shelf are not placed one by one, but in piles...

At the bottom layer of this antique display cabinet, the space on this layer is almost completely filled with messy things. The dust on it is half an inch thick. It is unknown how long no one has paid attention to this place.

What attracted Yang Jing's attention was a half-exposed object.

This object was black and at first glance looked like a piece of broken stone. If it weren't for a faint ripple of sea waves in the corner of this "broken stone", this black thing would not have attracted Yang Jing's interest.

Moreover, the faint ripples on the sea can only be seen at a certain angle. If the angle changes slightly, the ripples will disappear.

Yang Jing reached out and touched the black object. It was cold and seemed to be a worthless stone. However, Yang Jing rubbed the part with the ripples for a few times, raised his hand and carefully checked his fingers, with a faint smile on his face.

"Boss Huang, can I touch the things on this shelf and take a look?" Squatting on the ground, Yang Jing turned his head and asked Mr. Huang.

"Well, I've told you, there's nothing good on that shelf. They're all the leftovers I picked out. They're not worth much. The items on the top shelf are all priced at 500 pounds each, and the price drops by 100 pounds each time you go down a shelf. If you want to get your hands on them, feel free to do so, but be careful not to mess them up."

Yang Jing nodded and began to carefully pull out the black object.

Yang Jing just looked through all the things on this antique display shelf and didn't find anything worth buying. Just as Lao Huang said, the items on this shelf are all obsolete.

However, this black object was obviously not the case, especially after Yang Jing rubbed it a few times with his hands, Yang Jing concluded that Lao Huang must have "lost the treasure".

"Lost treasure" is a jargon in the industry, which means that the seller has lost money when selling something. The counterpart is "picking up a bargain" by the buyer.

Although Lao Huang's black object has not been sold yet, according to the current situation, if it is sold, it would be a typical "lost treasure".

After a lot of effort, he finally pulled out the black object. Yang Jing took it in his hand, looked at it, and couldn't help but curled his lips.

No wonder Lao Huang missed the treasure. This thing looks like a piece of black stone no matter how you look at it. Except for the place where the sea ripple was revealed just now, the rest of the place is a black lump.

If he had not accidentally seen the faint ripples of the sea just now, and if he had not rubbed that part hard with his hand, Yang Jing would not have thought that this black object that looked like a broken stone was actually an inkstone.

But how could an inkstone that should have beautiful carvings be messed up like this? Did someone deliberately try to cover it up?

Yang Jing couldn't figure out this problem, nor did he want to think about it. Now, as long as he could confirm that this black object was originally an inkstone, that would be enough.

If he had only suspected that this was an inkstone just now, now that he held it in his hand and weighed it, Yang Jing was really sure that this seemingly inconspicuous "broken tile" was actually an inkstone.

However, because the inkstone is covered with a layer of black substance, it looks quite thick, about six or seven centimeters thick. I guess the reason why Lao Huang didn't recognize it is probably because of its thickness.

Yang Jing quietly activated the holy ring, but the result it gave almost made Yang Jing throw away the inkstone in his hand.

"Yudian Mark Sea Sky Rising Sun Duan Inkstone, 1718, Li Wood"

This is actually a Duan inkstone, and it is a Yudian-style Duan inkstone!

Although the full appearance of the Duan inkstone has not yet been revealed, the identification of the ring cannot be wrong.

Yu Dian was a famous calligrapher and inkstone collector in the Qing Dynasty. He also served as the chancellor of Shuntian Prefecture. He was honest in his official duties and even dared to offend Nian Gengyao. His reputation spread throughout the world, and he was a famous official during the Kangxi and Yongzheng dynasties of the Qing Dynasty.

Yu Dian's calligraphy and writing were the best at that time, and he was also a master of inkstone collection. The inkstones collected and inscribed by him were called "Yu Dian Style" by later generations, and are considered treasures in modern times.

Now, a Yudian-style inkstone has appeared here, and it is a Duan inkstone. This is really unbelievable.

Old Huang also came over and saw the black stone in Yang Jing's hand. He grinned and said, "Xiao Yang, why are you messing with this thing? It's worthless."

Yang Jing looked at Old Huang with interest, pointed at the pile of things at the bottom of the antique shelf and asked, "Boss Huang, do you remember where you got these things from?"

Old Huang looked at the pile of things, lowered his head and thought for a while before saying, "If I remember correctly, these things seem to be what I bought from Chinatown six years ago when I first opened this shop. I didn't know the market here at the time, and I thought it was similar to that in China. As a result, this batch of goods really surprised me. I bought a lot of things for more than 7,000 pounds, but there were only two or three valuable things. In total, I sold less than 3,000 pounds. It was a big loss. The rest of that batch of goods is piled here."

After a pause, Lao Huang continued, "Don't look at these things. There's nothing to see. If you want them, take this. It's a gift from me."

If Old Huang hadn't said this, Yang Jing might have really decided to take advantage of this opportunity, but as soon as Old Huang said this, Yang Jing immediately hesitated.

Generally speaking, Mr. Huang is pretty good, at least he is good to me. He just sold the inner-painted pot at a 20% discount, and now he wants to give it to me for free without hesitation. Although these things don't look valuable, their thoughts are there.

If I still take advantage of this kind of people, I will feel guilty...

PS: I bow to thank "紫炎天骄" for the 500 yuan reward! My brothers and sisters are very supportive today, I am very grateful! One more chapter!