His home also contains antiques worth millions, even tens of millions.
But those were all kept by his elders; he actually didn't have the eye to collect antiques.
But he was a man of experience and quickly calmed down.
He stared intently at the pen holder, then turned to Zhang, the prop master, whose expression was constantly changing.
After a moment's thought, he grinned and patted Master Zhang on the shoulder.
"Old Zhang, you're something else! You've been keeping a low profile!"
"You found this pen holder with your discerning eye. Although it was purchased with the production crew's funds, this stroke of luck is yours!"
He then changed the subject, appearing exceptionally forthright.
"Here's the deal: if this pen holder is really as valuable as Zhou Yang says, let's get it appraised by a professional institution. If it can really sell for a few million, we'll split the profits 50/50! How about that, is that acceptable?"
Upon hearing this, Mr. Zhang could hardly believe his ears.
He had already prepared for the worst—to have no money at all!
To everyone's surprise, Lin Chuan was incredibly generous!
"Director Lin... Director Lin!"
Mr. Zhang was so excited that his voice choked up and his eyes instantly reddened.
"You...you're truly like a second parent to me! I...I thought...I thought you'd take it all! After all, this money is yours..."
He, a grown man in his forties, was now somewhat incoherent.
After all, even if the profits are split in half, that's still two or three million.
He only makes a little over six thousand a month. How many years would it take him to earn two or three million?
Lin Chuan agreed to share the money with him, which was an incredible favor!
Lin Chuan is quite a character! He has vision!
Zhou Yang watched from the side, nodding inwardly.
Lin Chuan laughed and helped Master Zhang up: "Old Zhang, what are you saying? The money belongs to the production crew, that's true, but the eye and luck to discover this treasure are yours!"
"When I, Lin Chuan, do things, I believe in the word 'fairness'! What do you call this? This is what you call 'a windfall that's passed down to all, and we share the good fortune'! Hahahaha!"
Lin Chuan's bold statement about "sharing the good fortune" resonated deeply.
Not only was Master Zhang moved to tears, but even the crew members who were eavesdropping looked at Lin Chuan with admiration.
Master Zhang held Lin Chuan's hand tightly, then turned to Zhou Yang and bowed deeply.
"Boss Zhou, Director Lin, I'm not good with words and I don't know how to say nice things, but I'll remember this favor!"
"If this pen holder can really be sold for money, I, Old Zhang, will not be greedy at all. I will leave it all to Director Lin! Brother Zhou, you are a wise benefactor who recognized its value. I, Old Zhang, will never forget this favor!"
Old Zhang is indeed a very honest man.
Zhou Yang thought to himself that he felt a little more favorably disposed toward this simple prop master.
He could see the sincerity in Lin Chuan's words and understood that Master Zhang's excitement at this moment was not feigned.
The human nature revealed in the face of unexpected wealth is often the most authentic.
Lin Chuan smiled and patted Master Zhang on the shoulder, indicating that he didn't need to do that, but then pulled Zhou Yang aside and lowered his voice.
"Brother Zhou, you have a really sharp eye! You spotted this piece of wood as a treasure at a glance? Tell me honestly, do you have some hidden skills you're not showing off?"
Zhou Yang chuckled lightly, neither confirming nor denying.
Lin Chuan rubbed his hands together, his eyes flashing with excitement and a hint of helplessness.
"Five million! That's no small sum! The problem is... how do we cash this out?"
"Take it directly to the antique market? I'm afraid I'll get ripped off! Go to an auction house? We don't know the ropes there!"
He's a director who makes web series, but he knows absolutely nothing about the ins and outs of the antique business.
That is a problem, but it doesn't seem to be a big problem for him.
Upon hearing this, a figure flashed through Zhou Yang's mind.
A slight upturn of his lips revealed a confident smile.
"Director Lin, don't rush this matter. If you trust me, I can find someone to take a look at this pen holder and help you make a connection."
"As for how many we can ultimately sell, that depends on market conditions and the buyers' preferences."
"You have connections?"
Lin Chuan's eyes lit up. "Is this reliable? Bro, this is no joke!"
"rest assured."
Zhou Yang said simply, yet with undeniable confidence, "For professional matters, you should naturally find professionals."
Lin Chuan stared at him for a few seconds, and his calm and composed demeanor made him involuntarily choose to trust him.
He slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "Alright! Brother Zhou, I trust you. I'm counting on you for this!"
"Here's the deal: after filming wraps up today, you can take this pen holder with you and dispose of it however you like! I have no objection to how much you sell it for!"
Lin Chuan has real guts.
They know how to delegate authority and also how to seize opportunities.
Zhou Yang's opinion of him rose even higher.
The afternoon's scenes were a piece of cake for Zhou Yang and Xu Yao.
With just a few dozen simple lines and a few dozen coordinated shots, he handled it with ease.
After a busy period, Xu Yao felt much of the gloom brought on by the "severing ties" incident dissipate.
The day's filming ended at 8 p.m.
Zhou Yang and Xu Yao received their daily wages for the day.
Zhou Yang didn't cook, so he only had 10,000.
Lin Chuan gave him a few more instructions about the pen holder, his eyes filled with anticipation.
Zhou Yang carefully wrapped the unassuming yet priceless rosewood pen holder in several layers of soft cloth and placed it in his backpack.
Then, carrying Xu Yao, the Pagani roared away from the remote film set base once again.
Back at the brightly lit riverside villa, Xu Yao went to wash up first, leaving the space to Zhou Yang.
Zhou Yang sat on the soft sofa in the living room, took out his phone, and opened WeChat.
I skillfully found that familiar profile picture—an impressionistic painting of a beautiful woman in ancient style holding a round fan.
He lightly tapped the screen with his index finger, giving Gu Huaiyue's avatar a "pat".
The next second, a line of small text popped up on the screen, which was Gu Huaiyue's "tap" response: "Why are you tapping your baby?"
Zhou Yang couldn't help but chuckle, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
This woman is both unexpected and yet perfectly logical... confident and narcissistic!
He was silently complaining when he saw the message "The other party is typing..." appear at the top of the chat box.
Sure enough, a few seconds later, Gu Huaiyue sent a message, concise and to the point: "?"
A question mark, full of her unique aloofness, roughly translates to: Spit it out.
Without wasting any words, Zhou Yang picked up the rosewood pen holder from the coffee table, adjusted the angle and lighting, and used his phone to shoot a short video of about ten seconds.
The material, texture, patina, and inscription on the bottom of the pen holder are displayed as clearly as possible.
After sending the video, he immediately typed: "Miss Gu, I received a trinket. It looks like a huanghuali brush pot used by Wen Zhenheng in the Ming Dynasty. Does your auction house accept it?"
The message was sent less than three seconds ago.
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