A letter from the future every day

Chapter 115: What do you call aunt? Call me sister!
Jiang Feng followed the sound and saw a young woman.

The perfect and picturesque oval face, exquisite facial features, fair and clean skin, beautiful collarbones, gentle and mature temperament, and convex and concave figure are all integrated and complement each other.

Quite the best.

Especially those eyes, like the soul growing on the holy mountain, with innate nobility.

Unconsciously reserved, elegance and magnificence exude from the core.

"Is this Zhuang Xuening? It's really the best." Jiang Feng thought to himself.

Zhuang Xuening's actual age should be about the same as Cheng Guo's, in her mid-thirties.

But she looks like she is only about thirty in real life.

If you didn't know her well, you wouldn't have thought that her child was already fourteen years old.

At this time, the corner of Jiang Feng's eyes fell on Zhuang Xuening's lips again.

Ye Banxia made an OK gesture.

Seemingly sensing Jiang Feng's doubts, Ye Banxia said again: "Brother Feng, today is nominally to celebrate Zhuang Yao's fourteenth birthday, but in fact it is a blind date meeting for Aunt Xuening. You are probably Zhuang Yao's birthday too." Grandpa’s favorite candidate for son-in-law.”

He was originally a civil servant. In the early 1980s, just after the reform and opening up, he decisively resigned from public office and went into business.

However, there is another point that is very concerning.

"He is Banxia's future husband." Zhuang Yao said first.

The river breeze made me sweat slightly.

There are special security personnel at the door, and the decoration inside is even more magnificent.

Quite tempting!
At this time, Zhuang Xuening also noticed Jiang Feng, and then said: "Who are you?"

In addition to people from the business community, there are also some local officials.

At this time, there were many guests in the banker's courtyard.

Then, he looked at Ye Banxia and chuckled: "My name is Jiang Feng. I was invited here by Mr. Zhuang."

Although there are many business families coming, many of them are younger generations like Qin Tian and Bai Shi.

"hey-hey."

At this time, Ye Banxia came to Jiang Feng and whispered: "Brother Feng, do you want to be Zhuang Yao's father?"

The area of ​​this banker's villa is at least three times the area of ​​the villa Jiang Feng bought for his mother.

"No way. I'm only eighteen years old, and there are still a few years left before the legal age for marriage. Zhuang Xuening looks young, but is she actually almost 36 years old? Can she afford to wait?"

After saying that, Ye Banxia looked at Jiang Feng and shouted: "Dad."

He knocked Ye Banxia on the head and said angrily: "Stop talking nonsense."

Before Jiang Feng could speak, Ye Banxia said again: "Zhuang Yao and I are sisters. If you are going to be her new father, shouldn't I also call you dad?"

Although he knew that Zhuang Yan, as one of the first merchants to go to sea in Jiangcheng, had great influence in Jiangcheng.

At this moment, Zhuang Xuening has a gentle temperament, and her smile is like a warm spring breeze, refreshing the heart.

But even so, the scene today is still a bit big.

Jiang Feng was very surprised.

slap~
Jiang Feng rewarded Ye Banxia with a chestnut without hesitation.

For example, there are two famous rich second generations in Jiangcheng, Bai Shi, the heir of the former richest man Bai family, and Qin Tian, ​​the heir of the current richest man Qin family.

After more than 40 years of ups and downs in the business world, we must have built a strong network of personal connections.

Zhuang Xuening:
Ye Banxia gave Zhuang Yao a thumbs up and said with a paralyzed face, "You can teach me."

"You're just making up the numbers, do you really think you have a chance?" Ye Banxia asked again.

Jiang Feng saw several familiar people here.

After a while, Jiang Feng said again: "When you get to the banker, stop talking nonsense."

At this moment, almost the top leaders of Jiangcheng's business community gathered in this courtyard.

"Are you Jiang Feng?" Zhuang Xuening looked surprised: "My dad said today that he made a New Year friend. I thought he must be at least twenty or thirty years old. But do you look twenty?"

The river breeze made me sweat slightly.

"Is this girl itchy?" Jiang Feng asked angrily.

The cherry lips painted with light red lipstick are as delicate as a cup of ripe cherries.

Jiang Feng was slightly absent-minded.

It’s really a compound.

This girl has a facial nerve problem and was born with facial paralysis, so she cannot smile, but she can use 'onomatopoeia' to 'smile'.

"No. Eighteen years old." Jiang Feng said.

Then, the two quickened their pace and caught up with Zhuang Xuening's mother and daughter who were walking in front, and the four of them entered the Zhuang's courtyard together.

"You are so awesome. My dad is very strict, and the people he recognizes must be outstanding." Zhuang Xuening paused, then smiled and said: "Let's go in."

Jiang Feng became silent for a moment.

He glanced at Ye Banxia and twitched the corners of his mouth.

"This girl has had a vicious tongue since she was a child. She is fine with it, but her sister Ye Mei is 'suffering' from it."

He calmed down and said: "I admit that Zhuang Xuening's beauty is indeed not inferior to that of when she was young, and even more feminine now, but she is a divorced woman after all, and she has a 14-year-old child, and those present are all Jiangcheng's business elites Family, are they willing to marry a second-married woman?”

"What do you think? Otherwise, what do you think these people are here for?"

Ye Banxia paused and then said: "Although Zhuang Yao's grandfather is not a top-notch rich man in Jiangcheng, he has a wide network of contacts. Not only the contacts in Jiangcheng, but also the contacts in the capital. Many people come here for this reason. Come. Of course, Aunt Xuening’s beauty is also one of the reasons why these people flock to her. Even though she is now in her thirties, how many women are better than her in beauty and temperament? "

Jiang Feng couldn't deny this.

Although the women around him are all beautiful and fragrant.

But in terms of temperament, no one can compare with Zhuang Xuening.

Thinking secretly.

"Jiang Feng, why are you here?"

At this time, Bai Shi suddenly came over and said.

He didn't know the relationship between Jiang Feng and Hurricane.

But he had met Shiraishi before when they had dinner at the cruise hotel restaurant.

At that time, Xia He's parents came to Jiangcheng to have dinner there.

Shiraishi and Jiang Feng were both there.

However, the meal was not pleasant.

It can even be said that they broke up on bad terms.

Xia's mother wanted to try her best to bring Xia He and Bai Shi together, but Xia He was not interested.

In the end, Xia's mother vented her anger on Mo Lan.

Jiang Feng then gave Xia Mu an angry beating.

All in all, it was confusing.

"What? Can't I come?" Jiang Feng said.

"No." Baishi paused, then chuckled: "You seem to have any objections to me?"

"No." Jiang Feng paused, then smiled and said, "I thought Mr. Bai was not a womanizer. It seems I have misunderstood you."

Bai Shi glanced at Zhuang Xuening, who was chatting with other guests a little further away, and chuckled: "How many men in this world can refuse Zhuang Xuening? She was the veritable number one goddess in Jiangcheng in our time, and she was the heart of countless men. The goddess of dreams. In the past, Mr. Zhuang insisted on recruiting a son-in-law, so we had to give up. But now, Mr. Zhuang is willing to marry Zhuang Xuening, this is an opportunity. Who doesn’t want to marry the girl of his dreams? "

Jiang Feng saw "color" in Bai Shi's eyes for the first time.

In the past, Baishi gave Jiang Feng the feeling that he was not close to women.

Young men from rich families are often romantic, but Shiraishi rarely has any scandals.

Even for a stunning beauty like Xia He, although he was interested, he could tell that it was not strong.

But at this moment, facing the opportunity to get Zhuang Xuening, Bai Shi, who had always been calm and calm, couldn't even hide his excitement, which was enough to show that he really liked Zhuang Xuening.

Jiang Feng's eyes also fell on Zhuang Xuening.

"I don't know what Zhuang Xuening is thinking? Since she agreed to use her daughter's birthday to hold a blind date party, it means that she does not object to remarriage. And looking at the field, although there are many young talents, the most outstanding one is naturally Qin Tian and Bai Shi. When comparing the two, Bai Shi is obviously better. After all, Qin Tian just sold off his shares in Huatian Medical not long ago, and this investment cost him a huge loss of 700 million. No wonder Bai Shi is so excited, almost already It’s been decided by default.”

While thinking secretly, a solemn voice suddenly sounded: "Jiang Feng, you're here. I thought you weren't here. I just searched around the yard and couldn't find it." Jiang Feng turned around and looked.

Zhuang Yan came over.

Jiang Feng calmed down and smiled: "I just arrived, something happened that delayed me for a while, I'm sorry."

"It's okay. I'm happy if you can come." Zhuang Yan said.

"Mr. Zhuang, good evening." At this time, Bai Shi said.

Zhuang Yan glanced at Bai Shi and said with a smile, "Good evening."

Then, he looked at Jiang Feng and said, "Jiang Feng, I recently bought some antiques from the antique market. Please help me identify the authenticity."

After saying that, Zhuang Yan took Jiang Feng and prepared to leave.

"Mr. Zhuang." At this time, Baishi caught up.

He paused, then smiled and said: "I know Mr. Zhuang likes antiques, especially porcelain, so I specially asked someone to get a green-glazed string pattern porcelain vase produced by the official kiln of the Northern Song Dynasty to give to Mr. Zhuang."

Zhuang Yan's eyes lit up.

"Where is it? Let me take a look at it." Zhuang Yan said.

He is not good at gambling on stones, but he still knows a lot about antiques.

After a while, Shiraishi came over with a porcelain bottle.

Very refined.

At that time, the Northern Song Dynasty experienced a catastrophe that destroyed the country. Even the emperor was kidnapped by the Jin people, let alone the porcelain produced by the official kiln.

The number of these porcelains was originally small, and they experienced turmoil and catastrophes. Very few of them are still handed down.

Jiang Feng didn't know much about these things originally.

But some time ago, he bought a foreclosure villa, which contained many antiques, calligraphy and paintings.

According to hints from future information, the genuine article is hidden inside.

But Jiang Feng didn't know which one was authentic, so he made up some knowledge about antiques during this period.

At this time, Zhuang Yan took the porcelain bottle from Bai Shi's hand, took a look, and shook his head.

When Bai Shi saw it, he panicked.

"Mr. Zhuang, what's wrong?" Bai Shi said.

"Fake." Zhuang Yan said.

"Isn't it?"

Shiraishi was dumbfounded.

He brought it specially to please Zhuang Zheng. If this was fake, it would be a joke.

At this time, Zhuang Yan picked up the porcelain bottle and exposed the bottom.

There is the inscription "Northern Song Dynasty Xuanhe Year System" on the bottom.

"This looks fake." Zhuang Yan pointed to the mark at the bottom.

"Why?" Baishi was a little confused: "Is there any problem with the official kiln during the Xuanhe period of the Northern Song Dynasty?"

"Baishi, have you been studying abroad and never learned domestic history?" Zhuang Yan paused and then said: "Xuanhe is the reign name of Emperor Song Weizong of the Northern Song Dynasty. So the question is, when did the term Northern Song Dynasty appear? ?”

Shiraishi reacted instantly.

Only after the Southern Song Dynasty was established, the term Northern Song Dynasty was used.

People from the Northern Song Dynasty would never call themselves the Northern Song Dynasty.

Therefore, this porcelain bottle is fake.

Shiraishi is so embarrassed now.

He made an excuse and left in a hurry.

Zhuang Yan also shook his head: "It's good to go with him, but it's a pity that he doesn't understand antiques and it's self-defeating."

At this time, Jiang Feng suddenly said: "This porcelain bottle is not necessarily fake."

"Huh?" Zhuang Yan looked at Jiang Feng: "What do you mean?"

"Actually, many people have a misunderstanding. They think that the official kilns of the past dynasties all carry trademarks. Just like modern products all carry trademarks. We take it for granted. However, as far as I know, the porcelain produced by the official kilns of the Northern Song Dynasty has no trademarks. It has a mark. Last year, a Song Dynasty porcelain without a mark was auctioned off at a high price," Jiang Feng said.

Hearing this, Zhuang Yan's eyes lit up.

He picked up the porcelain bottle in his hand again and looked at the inscription on the bottom.

"Isn't this classy?"

"It's also possible that someone collected it, but thought it was a fake, and wanted to sell it as a genuine product, so they added a superfluous mark. However, they violated historical common sense and made a joke."

Jiang Feng paused, then smiled and said, "Of course, this is just my personal guess."

At this moment, Zhuang Yan suddenly looked at Zhuang Xuening not far away and said, "Xue Ning, go get my scrub cloth."

"Mr. Zhuang, what do you want to do?" Jiang Feng asked.

"The real inscription is connected with the porcelain. It is engraved when it is fired and is difficult to remove. But if it is added later, it is easier to erase."

After a while, Zhuang Xuening brought the frosting cloth.

Zhuang Yan then wiped the inscription on the bottom of the porcelain bottle.

It wiped off easily and didn't even leave any trace.

"Wow." Zhuang Yan said with surprise on his face: "This luster, maybe it is really porcelain produced by the official kiln of the Northern Song Dynasty."

"I have wronged you, Baishi, haven't you?" Jiang Feng smiled and said, "I have to apologize to you later."

"I have to apologize. But..."

Zhuang Yan looked at Jiang Feng with a face full of love and said, "Jiang Feng, you really impress me. The more I look at you, the more I like you."

Jiang Feng smiled and said, "I heard Aunt Xuening say that it's my honor that you consider me your friend."

Zhuang Yan glared at Jiang Feng and said angrily: "What do you call aunt? She is only thirty years old, no, twenty-six years old. You should call her sister."

The river breeze made me sweat slightly.

Zhuang Xuening also twitched the corner of her mouth.

Her father simply erased ten years from her age.

As for what Zhuang Yan was thinking, Zhuang Xuening also knew it well.

"My father is no longer satisfied with being friends with Jiang Feng. He wants to upgrade to Jiang Feng's father-in-law."

Zhuang Xuening's head hurt when she thought of this.

"Jiang Feng is only eighteen years old, and I am almost thirty-six years old. I am almost twice as old as him. Is the old man smart?"

Zhuang Xuening glanced at Jiang Feng again.

She didn't have anything dissatisfied with this young man.

But for her, Jiang Feng was too small.

Not only Jiang Feng couldn't accept the eighteen-year age gap, she herself couldn't accept it either.

After gathering her emotions, Zhuang Xuening looked at Jiang Feng, smiled and said, "You should just follow Banxia and call me aunt."

This was a polite rejection of Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng could also hear it.

There is nothing to be disappointed about.

He didn't originally expect any development with Zhuang Xuening.

This Zhuang Xuening is indeed a beauty, but there is indeed a big age difference with him.

Zhuang Yan could naturally tell that Zhuang Xuening rejected Jiang Feng.

He did not force Zhuang Xuening to accept Jiang Feng.

After gathering his emotions, he solemnly patted Jiang Feng on the shoulder and said, "Jiang Feng, wait another four years."

"Ah? What do you mean?" Jiang Feng said.

"Wait another four years and Yaoyao will be an adult." Zhuang said.

Jiang Feng:.
Zhuang Xuening:
(End of this chapter)