Yuan Tiangang paid no attention to Master Ye's criticism.
"I, Lao Yuan, am just a common man. You tell me, how much is this painting really worth?"
Master Ye had no way to deal with him, and angrily said, "A painting by Tang Yin from the same period sold for three million at the time. This painting is even more famous. If it were to be sold to someone who appreciates art, five million would not be impossible."
"You want to sell this painting?"
Master Ye thought the painting belonged to Yuan Tiangang, since he often dealt in these kinds of things. As he said this, Master Ye was also somewhat tempted.
“Five, five million?” Yuan Tiangang’s tongue got tied.
That porcelain bowl cost seven million, and this painting cost five million, so that's twelve million in total.
With this kind of money, an ordinary person would never have to worry about anything for the rest of their life.
“Yes, five million, how about it? How about selling it to me for five million?” Master Ye said decisively. He had wanted to collect a painting by Tang Yin for a long time, but had never found an authentic one. This time he finally found one, and he was willing to spend five million.
When a person reaches his level of life, material possessions are no longer important; the main thing is to be happy.
Liu Yihang finally breathed a sigh of relief. He had thought the old man was an unreasonable old-fashioned person who would force him to donate the painting.
Little did he know that he was judging others by his own petty standards.
The three members of the Xiang family were so engrossed in admiring the famous painting that they didn't notice their conversation.
Yuan Tiangang pointed at Liu Yihang: "You've got the wrong person. The owner of this painting is right here!"
Master Ye glanced at Liu Yihang.
"your?"
Liu Yihang nodded.
The old man repeated his question: "Five million, will you sell?"
Liu Yihang wanted to sell, but he wasn't familiar with this Master Ye and was worried about being scammed, so he turned his attention to Old Master Xiang.
Old Master Xiang probably sensed his predicament and came to his rescue, saying, "Don't worry, Master Ye is my senior brother, he would never lie to you."
I agree with his estimate; five million is quite a lot. You might make more money at an auction, but after deducting commissions and fees, you'll only get that much at most, and it'll be a waste of time.
With the old man vouching for him, Liu Yihang felt relieved.
In his hands, the painting was like a chicken rib—unappealing and inedible, just a lifeless object that he had to spend money to protect.
Therefore, it would be better to sell it to someone who understands him better.
"Since Master Ye likes it, let's do as you say."
Master Ye was naturally delighted. He asked Liu Yihang for a bank card number, took out his mobile phone, made a call, and someone transferred money to Liu Yihang.
After checking with the nearest bank counter and confirming that the money had been transferred, Liu Yihang felt relieved.
Back at the antique shop, Master Ye heard that the young man had also found an even more valuable piece of porcelain, and he was so eager to see it that he asked Liu Yihang to take it out for a closer look.
When everyone learned that he had bought both items for a hundred yuan, they exclaimed that heaven was unfair, saying that they walked around the antique street every day and never encountered such good fortune.
"You really don't understand antiques?" Master Ye was stunned by his luck.
"I really don't understand!"
"You're so lucky, you're naturally drawn to antiques. It would be a shame not to learn how to appreciate them."
"Oh, by the way, I have a friend who teaches at Tianzhou University. How about I ask him to pull some strings and get you a spot to audit a class on antique appraisal?"
Master Ye also took a liking to the young man, who was very talented. After all, luck is also a kind of talent. A feel for things and luck are mysterious things in the world of antiques, but one that cannot be ignored.
“Master Ye, he may not need it anymore.” Xiang Tianhong, who knew the inside story, quickly explained.
"Why not? Letting him audit classes at Tianzhou University is beneath him!" Master Ye also has a fiery temper.
"No, no, that's not what I meant. He was originally a student at Tianzhou University, just not studying antique appreciation."
Master Ye then realized that he had wronged him.
"Not bad, young man."
"Master Ye, he's the young man who saved people on the train in the newspaper last time."
"Oh, it's you? Not bad, not bad, young man, you're quite good. Buddhism speaks of cause and effect; this might be the cause and effect of your saving people!"
I never expected Master Ye to believe in these things.
However, his words did remind Liu Yihang.
He had previously completed the model worker mission and received a duplicate reward.
This opportunity to replicate could be perfectly applied to the two masters in front of him. That way, he could directly acquire their decades of experience. Just thinking about it makes him feel wonderful.
He was a little hesitant, unsure whether to choose the old man or Master Ye.
Judging from what just happened, Mr. Xiang is an expert in restoration and also a good appraiser; he is knowledgeable in various fields.
Master Ye is clearly stronger in calligraphy and painting, but slightly weaker in other areas.
The old man is still more versatile.
If even a small fraction of his experience could be replicated, it would be enough for him to dominate the entire antique street without fear of being fooled.
Let's get right to it.
Liu Yihang summoned the system and instructed it to use the copied card.
Please select the object to copy.
Liu Yihang silently prayed to the old man.
"Use a copy card?"
"yes!"
"Cloning card is in progress, please wait."
"Congratulations, host, you have copied Xiang Yizhai's antique appraisal skills."
After saying that, Liu Yihang felt that he had suddenly understood a lot of things, and when he looked at the two treasures in front of him, he had many different insights.
It's no longer a blank page.
They can also use the knowledge in their minds to analyze whether an object is real or fake.
When looking at the items in the store, he no longer needed the treasure-hunting mouse; he could tell the authenticity of a general item at a glance.
Antiques are not something ordinary people can afford to play with; it's all about the thrill.
Master Ye acquired the treasure and admired it together with Elder Xiang Yizhai.
Yuan Tiangang hosted a dinner with Xiang Tianhong, Liu Yihang, and Yunyin.
Xiang Yuanzhou accompanied the two old men.
"It's fate that we've met. Today, I, Old Yuan, have truly broadened my horizons. My treat, so none of you are to argue with me!"
Liu Yihang quite liked this easygoing and unpretentious middle-aged man.
The group arrived at a food stall outside the antique street.
Yuan Tiangang was probably a regular at this restaurant. As soon as he arrived, he urged the owner to bring out the food quickly, as they were all hungry.
This is an authentic Northeastern Chinese restaurant specializing in stewed goose in an iron pot; the best way to cook it is by using an iron pot.
The group chatted and ate their fill.
After the meal, Liu Yihang took the opportunity to pay the bill, pretending to need to use the restroom. After all, he had earned five million yuan today because of Xiang Tianhong and the others, so it was only right that he treat them.
Just as he was about to pay, the treasure-hunting mouse in his pocket seemed to have smelled some treasure, jumped out of his pocket, and headed straight for the counter.
Liu Yihang was startled.
Then the treasure-hunting mouse jumped up and lay its whole body on one of the adorable gourds.
From the boss's perspective, Liu Yihang was staring blankly at the row of gourds on his wall.
"You also like gourd ornaments?"
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