"Hahaha, silly girl." Li Jinxiang laughed. "Let me introduce you. This is Lu Zhou, my friend who's hosting the auction."
"Xiao Lu, this girl is the one I want to take you to meet today. You young people should get to know each other."
"Mr. Li, Miss Song and I are familiar with each other."
Now it was Li Jinxiang's turn to be surprised. "Oh, so you two have known each other for a long time? Hahahaha, that's perfect. Come on, come on, sit down and order."
During the meal, the three of them talked about many things and enjoyed the meal very much.
It was also at this time that Song Tingwan learned that Li Jinxiang was actually a well-known cultural relic appraiser and restorer in the industry!
The kind of big guy that everyone in the circle respectfully calls "Mr. Li" when they see him!
No wonder he has such a huge cash flow even though he runs an antique shop in a third or fourth tier city like Sifang City. Every time he receives something from me, it is a direct transfer.
He has so many rare collections in his shop, and his magnifying glasses are all inlaid with gold. It's obvious that he has a wealthy family, and he even has a lot of friends who sound very powerful.
Song Tingwan had guessed that he should be a pretty powerful person.
But I didn’t expect it to be so amazing!
Even a big shot like Li Jinxiang was willing to give away some of his collection to support him at an auction. This meant that Lu Zhou's identity was more than he seemed.
In her impression, Lu Zhou was a real business savvy. His businesses involved various industries and he would not miss any opportunity. However, she did not expect that he also knew about antique auctions.
Lu Zhou is the owner of Duofu Supermarket, a chain supermarket with stores in multiple provinces and a twenty-year history.
Lu Zhou was still a child at that time, so this should be his family's property.
When she lived in the Song family, she was surrounded by many rich second-generation and third-generation people. Most of them used the pocket money given by their families to eat, drink and have fun. She had never seen a rich second-generation like Lu Zhou who was so rich and worked so hard.
After dinner, Song Tingwan took out the things from his backpack one by one.
The more Lu Zhou looked, the deeper his smile became, and the more surprised he became.
"I didn't expect Miss Song to be a collector?"
Next, the two of them made a preliminary valuation of the collections Song Tingwan brought. Most of them were very expensive. Song Tingwan was very satisfied after hearing this. After all, she was short of money right now!
Not long after, Lu Zhou left for something else and took the collection with him.
As soon as Lu Zhou left, Li Jinxiang looked at Song Tingwan mysteriously, "Girl, are you curious about how much Fang Mo sold for?"
Upon hearing this, Song Tingwan immediately perked up, "Grandpa Li, don't keep us in suspense. How many did you sell in the end?"
Li Jinxiang laughed heartily and took out his phone to transfer the money on the spot. "Girl, check if you received it. I've transferred it to you."
Upon hearing this, Song Tingwan took out his mobile phone to check the balance of his bank card. After waiting for a while, he saw the deposit notification.
but......
Why does it start with 2!
She was dazzled by the long list of numbers.
She had calculated it before. Based on 30,000 per gram, the ink stick weighs 492 grams, so it always starts with 1.
Song Tingwan was extremely surprised, "Grandpa Li, this is..."
"Hahahaha." Li Jinxiang smiled and stroked his beard. "I showed the ink stick to my friend the other day, and he estimated its value himself. It's a two-thousand-year-old artifact, and he felt that at 42,000 yuan per gram, the owner of the ink stick wouldn't be losing out."
42,000 per gram...
492 grams is...
So many zeros!
More than 20 million!
Even though Song Tingwan was accustomed to such large transactions, he was still shocked.
After all, it was just a piece of ink weighing less than one pound, yet it could be sold at such a high price!
It was worth more than anything she had ever sold before!
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Fengxian County, Chenjia Village.
"Mother, why didn't the doctor from yesterday come today?"
Mrs. Chen was preparing for moxibustion and smiled when she heard this. "Xiao Yun, that wasn't some doctor brother yesterday, it was His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. From now on, when you see him, you must bow and ask His Royal Highness to come. Do you understand?"
"But mother, they said that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has been deposed. Why do you still call him His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?"
Chen had no choice but to stop what she was doing and looked at the child on the bed helplessly. "Mother asks you, who saved you when the plague was rampant?"
Xiaoyun still couldn't move her lower limbs, but she looked much more energetic than yesterday. "It's His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."
"When there was no food or water at home, who made sure you had food to eat and water to drink?"
"It's His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and the Goddess."
Chen placed her hands on her hips. "Then let me ask you again, when the land was dry and couldn't grow crops for days, who solved the problem so that your father and the villagers could continue to grow crops?"
"It's still His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and the Goddess."
Chen walked over to the bed and rubbed her son's head. "So you know why no one cares whether His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is deposed or not? Because in everyone's heart, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. He deserves the title of His Royal Highness the people call him. He saved our lives."
Xiaoyun reluctantly raised her eyelids and looked at her mother. She spoke slowly due to her weakness, "Xiaoyun understands. So, mother, will His Royal Highness the Crown Prince come to see Xiaoyun again?"
"Little Yun, be good and take good care of yourself. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has so much to do that he doesn't have time to visit you. When you get better, Mother will take you to thank His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, okay?"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door.
Chen raised her voice and asked, "Who is it?"
"Is Xiaoyun feeling better?"
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