"Indeed, what you said makes sense!" Qin Chuan said with an embarrassed smile.

Fang Zongtao was just about to leave when he suddenly saw Song Yi coming towards him.

Following him came a group of people in suits.

Those people stopped more than ten meters away, and only Song Yi came over.

"Atang, are you here to buy antiques?" Song Yi took a look at the bottomless round pot in Liu's hand.

"Bought a scrap piece?"

She took out the round bottom from her pocket with a smile and put it in Song Yi's hand.

Song Yi: The spare parts I bought this time are very complete!

Fang Zongtang: "Look carefully!"

When Song Yi heard this, he became anxious.

He is good at everything except porcelain.

In my great-grandfather’s words, he couldn’t even tell the difference between a urinal and a teapot!

As soon as Song Yi lowered his gaze to the round bottom, he immediately recognized what was different.

“This is what you carved!”

Apart from her, he couldn't think of anyone else with such good skills.

And he has such a weird mind.

The most important thing is that the words she carved on the bottle are very elegant.

When I first glanced at it, I felt that it was written in a very domineering and powerful way.

He was very familiar with this emerging character.

"You did it." Song Yi blurted out.

Fang Zongtao nodded. If he couldn't even recognize what she had made, he wouldn't have to go back today.

Song Yi hurriedly took the upper half of the round pot in his hand and found the plum blossom mark she had made with familiarity.

It was done by Atang, that’s right!

"Have you found the source?" Song Yi asked hurriedly.

Fang Zongtang shook his head.

"No, the possibility of finding the source is very small."

Song Yi: If it’s very small, there is still a possibility.

He glanced at Liu in the silk painting and made a mental note to ask about it when he got home that night.

"Didn't you go with someone to look at the land? Why are you here again?" When Song Yi left, he told her his whereabouts, not including the City God Temple.

Song Yi: "I'm here temporarily. There is a demolition plan here, but we lack funding."

I understand. If you can’t afford to demolish it, find a joint venture!

"You go and do your work. We'll go to the antique market and then go back!"

Song Yi turned to look at Juan Hua Liu: "Trouble."

Liu in the silk painting waved his hands and said nothing, but the content was expressed very clearly.

If you keep talking nonsense, Brother Zongtang will be angry again!

There were foreigners visiting the antique market in Hai City. She took a few glances and then looked away.

Haishi and Jingshi are both big cities and will definitely be targeted by gold diggers.

Fortunately, something flows out and something flows in.

American bone china, four-leaf clover tea set.

There were quite a lot of sets. She counted them. From teapots to teacups, bowls and plates, there were a total of sixty items.

This quantity is considered very luxurious in bone china.

When I looked at the price again, I was a little surprised.

A whole set, only fifty dollars!

If this were put up for auction in Hong Kong, it would start at at least one million.

It turns out that not only foreigners don't know the things of their ancestors, but the local people themselves don't know much about things outside either!

"Boss, please wrap this tea set for me. I want to give it to someone. Make it look festive!"

The boss immediately started packing enthusiastically.

After wrapping them, they thoughtfully put the word "囍" in each tea cup.

Wait until you go out and take a look~

Good guy~

I didn't pay close attention when she entered just now, but she went into a wedding supplies store.

She said why everything inside was red and so festive.

After they had walked away, Liu Cai asked about the silk painting.

"Brother Zongtang, what treasure did you pick up again?"

She kept it a secret on purpose.

"Lao Liu, we just entered a wedding supplies store. What good things can there be?"