Chapter 487 Mother's Belongings
"The first prize winner is a pair of Qilin by Ms. Sang Ruo. Please welcome Mr. Song Sui, Ms. Sang Ruo's assistant, to the stage to accept the award."
Song Sui slowly walked onto the stage and accepted the trophy handed to him by the host: "Thank you to all the judges for choosing our Chinese Studies Studio's carving work. It is a great honor to have this opportunity to participate in the competition."
"Actually, I shouldn't have been the one to accept this award, because it wasn't my work, but rather the work of my boss, Ms. Sang Ruo."
"But it concerns the honor of our entire studio, and thank you again for choosing our work."
Sang Ruo held the tablet and saw Song Sui's acceptance speech. A faint smile appeared on her lips: "I didn't expect our studio to win first place."
According to her original competition plan, getting second place would have been enough.
This is because many long-established carving companies from Beijing participated in this carving competition.
There is even a leading carving company in Beijing, Jingyi Carving Company.
Her work actually beat the fine carving company and won the championship, which was the most unexpected thing for her.
"Your carving skills are already very high."
Bo Jinyan sat down beside her and said calmly, "Those judges aren't blind; they can still tell the difference in skill level."
Those who were able to become judges in this competition were basically all veteran craftsmen in the carving industry.
Craftsmen have their own pursuits.
Upon hearing this, a smile appeared in Sang Ruo's eyes: "Why do you make it sound like I deserve to win the award?"
She learned all her skills from her grandfather.
Admittedly, her skills are excellent and her products can fetch high prices, but in the capital city, there are always people more skilled than you, and there's always something beyond your reach.
There are all kinds of talented people here.
One should be humble and modest, and not complacent.
"Anyone who isn't an idiot would give you this award."
Sang Ruo clenched her little fist and gently punched his chest: "You're such a chatterbox."
After receiving this award, she felt that her Chinese studies studio would expand its business scope further. In the future, her works could not only be exhibited nationwide, but also exported to Europe and enter European exhibition halls.
This undoubtedly represents a significant step forward for her sculpting career.
After receiving the award, Sang Ruo's Chinese Studies Studio received a flood of orders, and her works were sold out.
Even Song Sui's works were snapped up so quickly that there was no stock left.
Sang Ruo's works have even been auctioned off, fetching prices of over 100 million yuan.
Sang Ruo became very busy as a result, needing to continue carving works, so even Lin Lin was taken over by Bo Jinyan.
Bo Jinyan went to the school to pick up Linlin and then went to the Chinese Classics Studio to pick up Sang Ruo after get off work.
Song Linlin tugged at Bo Jinyan's sleeve: "Godfather, I also want to pick up Aunt Xiaoruo from get off work."
"Okay, Linlin, your godfather will take you to pick up Aunt Xiaoruo from get off work."
Bo Jinyan's car was originally heading towards Qinyuan Bay, which is in a different direction from the Chinese Studies Studio.
Since Linlin wanted to go with him, he quickly made a U-turn at the traffic light and drove towards the Chinese Classics Studio.
Just as the black Maybach came to a stop, he saw that there seemed to be some trouble at the entrance of the Chinese Studies Studio.
"What kind of sculptures are you selling? This is clearly a fake!"
The familiar voice made Bo Jinyan frown, and he led Song Linlin toward the door.
Song Linlin also saw the troublemakers and muttered worriedly, "Godfather, will Aunt Xiaoruo be alright?"
"Godfather won't let anything happen to Aunt Xiaoruo."
Bo Jinyan patted Song Linlin on the back to comfort her.
Sang Ruo stood at the door, her gaze fixed on the troublemaker: "Auntie, you say the sculptures I'm selling are fakes, where's your evidence? Where's the evidence?"
"You can't just take my sculpture and start making baseless accusations here, can you?"
Zhang Qingxiu produced an appraisal report: "This is the appraisal report I had done at an appraisal agency in Beijing. It clearly states that this sculpture is a genuine fake!"
Sang Ruo took the appraisal report from her and discovered that the sculpture in her hand was not based on her design.
But when she looked at this sculpture, she always felt a sense of déjà vu.
"I did not design this piece."
Looking at the carving in her hand, Sang Ruo realized that it seemed to be something her mother had once played with.
A guess instantly formed in her mind, and she stared at Zhang Qingxiu, asking, "If I'm not mistaken, this is my mother's keepsake. How did you get this?"
Although my mother doesn't like carving, she has a great fondness for jade carvings, so she has collected quite a few.
But her mother had already passed away, so how did Zhang Qingxiu obtain her mother's belongings?
"I……"
Zhang Qingxiu was startled by her overly sharp gaze and took a step back: "Your mother is dead, so of course everything under her name belongs to me. We're all family, so what's so strange about me having her things here?"
Holding the jade carving in her hand, Sang Ruo pressed closer, her eyes red as she asked, "My mother died of illness. It's one thing for you to take the house that my grandfather left me, but why do you even want to take her belongings?"
She had no idea that her mother had left behind any belongings.
Because her mother had already passed away when she went to prison, she was unable to participate in any of the funeral arrangements.
"So what if I stole it? All her belongings were fake. If I had known this would happen, I would have been better off burying them with her!"
This also saves her from thinking that these things can be sold for a lot of money.
Zhang Qingxiu spoke with righteous indignation, showing no remorse whatsoever.
Just as Sang Ruo was about to speak again, a familiar yet cold voice rang out from not far away: "So, did you come here today to ask if this jade carving is real or fake? Or are you here to extort money?"
Sang Ruo suddenly turned her head and immediately saw the man leading Song Linlin to the entrance of the Chinese Studies Studio.
"I came here today to exchange this jade carving for three million."
Thinking of Sang Yuan's gambling debts, Zhang Qingxiu shamelessly asked, "Sang Ruo, this is your mother's heirloom. It's a jade carving that you bought for three million. It shouldn't be a bad deal for you, right?"
Sang Ruo knew she was there to ask for money, and chuckled, "That depends on whether my mother's belongings are damaged."
Moreover, given Zhang Qingxiu's greedy nature, once she does it, she'll do it again.
Once this door is opened, will she still be able to do business?
Zhang Qingxiu's eyes lit up, thinking that she had agreed, and she assured her confidently, "Don't worry about that, as long as you pay, the items won't be damaged in any way."
Just as Zhang Qingxiu was feeling smug, Song Linlin stared at the jade carving in her hand, stepped forward, and snatched it away.
Then he quickly hid behind Sang Ruo.
Zhang Qingxiu had always regarded the jade carving as her biggest bargaining chip, and seeing that it had been snatched away, she immediately rushed towards Song Linlin.
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