Chen Yiping smirked smugly.
In the end, all six people gave the same score of ten, a perfect score.
Even the picky Lao Wang couldn't go against his conscience and deduct points. He could argue with him, but he still had to abide by professional ethics.
With the ringing of a bell, the match over there came to an end.
The examiners brought in stacks of white Xuan paper and scored the six judges.
With Liu Yihang's masterpieces preceding them, these other works suddenly seem utterly bland and uninteresting.
In the eyes of the master, these works are undoubtedly like children's scribbles.
It's hard to find a truly outstanding piece of work.
Wang Qinglin also participated in a calligraphy competition. His work was actually quite good, already showing promise and reaching a high level of expertise.
But compared to Liu Yihang, it suddenly becomes nothing special.
Liu Yihang and Yunyin came out and went home together.
Chen Yiping will tell them the results of the semi-finals later, so there's no need to rush.
Just as the two got into the taxi, Xiang Tianhong suddenly called: "Yihang, where are you?"
"Brother Hong, I'm in the car, about to go home. What's up?"
"I just heard that a bunch of old houses in the old town are being demolished, and they've been moving things out these past few days. I was thinking of going to hunt for old houses this afternoon to see if I can find anything good. I thought you might be lucky, so I thought I'd ask you to come along. Want to go?"
"Okay, when?" Liu Yihang nodded quickly.
"It's lunchtime now, so let's finish lunch and head over at one o'clock. Go directly to Xishikou Fifth Alley, and we'll call each other to meet up."
"Okay, see you later."
Yunyin had originally thought that she could finally relax for a relaxing afternoon, and the young couple could unwind together by watching a movie or something.
Unexpectedly, the hot springs were ruined, and she pouted somewhat unhappily.
Liu Yihang smiled awkwardly. As soon as he heard about the old house, he forgot his promise to his girlfriend. It was his fault.
"How about we go together? We can finish this afternoon and watch a movie together tonight?" he said cautiously.
"Alright!" Yunyin had no choice but to agree, knowing that this was Liu Yihang's hobby.
I have a partner who loves treasure hunting. As soon as he hears about finding a bargain, he becomes completely engrossed and can't move. What can I do but accompany him?
Actually, she liked it herself; she really liked the gourd that Liu Yihang gave her last time.
After having a meal at the shop, the two packed up and set off.
Xishikou is quite a distance from here, so they had no choice but to take a taxi.
For the first time, Liu Yihang started to consider getting a driver's license and buying a car, since it would be too inconvenient not having a car when he needed to go out.
The two soon arrived at Xishikou Fifth Lane, where demolition was indeed underway. The area was full of old houses, and the roads were littered with ruins. Some parts had already been demolished, while others had not.
The area around Fifth Lane is already undergoing relocation; you can constantly see people going in and out, moving things around.
Liu Yihang couldn't help but feel sorry for them. Nowadays, the compensation for demolition is not much; at most, they can get a house to live in.
Later generations of people who were relocated due to demolition were much more valuable, receiving millions in compensation and several houses or shops as gifts.
Xiang Tianhong arrived quickly, and the three met at the entrance of the alley.
He had done his homework and led Liu Yihang and the others straight to No. 38, Lane 5, and knocked on the door.
A short, stout man opened the door.
"Hello, I heard you have some old things for sale. May I take a look?" Xiang Tianhong asked politely.
Seeing that the three were well-dressed, the man knew they were important guests and immediately invited them in: "Please come in quickly."
"I've moved all the useful things out of the house. The remaining items are for sale; if you see anything you like, you can make an offer to me," the man explained.
"OK."
The man led them into the courtyard and then rested on his own, leaving them to look around as they pleased.
This was Liu Yihang and Yunyin's first time browsing old houses, and they knew nothing about it, so they looked around.
"Let's split up and look around. You can look at anything here, just be careful not to break anything. If you see something you like, just ask the owner," Xiang Tianhong suggested, believing it would be fair to everyone.
Liu Yihang nodded in agreement and led Yunyin into a private room first.
Inside was an old-fashioned wooden four-poster bed and an old-fashioned dressing table.
It comes with a low stool in front of a dressing table.
That's all.
Liu Yihang browsed around but found nothing of interest. Although these items looked old, they were only from the last twenty or thirty years and weren't worth much. Buying them wouldn't be of much use to him.
He shook his head and was about to take Yunyin out when he suddenly noticed something strange about the stool Yunyin was sitting on.
It looks bulky overall, the workmanship is a bit rough, the top is brown, the style is very ordinary, and over the years it has developed a patina.
But Liu Yihang felt a sense of familiarity with a trace of wood grain on it.
Liu Yihang used his X-ray vision to look at it.
My goodness, isn't this the grain of Hainan rosewood?
The grain of natural Hainan rosewood is very smooth and clear, with an overall golden yellow color, as well as shades of brownish-red, white, purple and black, and all these shades are combined on a single piece of wood.
It has a certain aesthetic appeal.
The pores on the cut surface of Hainan rosewood are very fine, with tiny hair-like patterns and abundant "ghost face" knots.
Everything matches up.
Hainan rosewood has a delicate fragrance. This stool has probably been used for quite some time and has long lost its scent, but that doesn't prevent him from concluding that the stool is made of genuine Hainan rosewood.
Genuine Hainan Huanghuali is very rare in later generations; even a pound of scraps can sell for several thousand yuan, let alone the main material.
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