National Hand Medicine

Chapter 118 Yuan Qinghua

When he really came over, he saw a scene completely different from what he expected.

That little girl who is a college student is indeed Su He, and according to gossip, that person is really a thief.

But why, originally Su He should belong to the victim, but now he has become this thief?
But Song Yunmo didn't care about thinking so much, he rushed up to make sure that Su He was not injured.But the result was good. Su He was unscathed and stood in front of him in good health.

Song Yunmo couldn't imagine, if Su He was really injured, what would he....
In this gap, after getting Su He's permission to leave just now, the man immediately ran away and disappeared in no time.

Of course, after he went back, he didn't forget to go to his boss and tell him about it.

Of course Zhu Yuntian was very surprised, and he also made it clear that he planned to take some time to visit Su He.

At that time, the man secretly heaved a sigh of relief when he heard it—fortunately, he didn't really offend this little aunt, otherwise he would have been really miserable!
On the other side, after Su He told Song Yunmo that he was fine, he was planning to leave, but Song Yunmo pulled her and said that he had something to tell her.

Su He looked at the crowd around him, guessing in his heart what Song Yunmo wanted to tell him, and at the same time agreed casually.

In the teahouse, Ma Lao looked at the restless middle-aged man opposite, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, he just has something to do temporarily, and he will be back soon." , then suppressed the restless heart, and waited patiently.

But what he didn't know was that Mr. Ma actually didn't know what to do when he said such a thing. He knew that Xiao Song had never been an impetuous person. It was definitely very important to Song Lai, otherwise he wouldn't have dropped what he was doing and ran out.Since it is an important matter, it is really unknown when he will come back.

However, Xiao Song also attaches great importance to this thing today, so no matter what, he still has to hold on to the person in front of him.

After waiting for a while, Song Yunmo still didn't come back. The middle-aged man became more and more uneasy, and no matter how Mr. Ma tried to persuade him, he got up and was about to leave.

It just so happened that Song Yunmo brought Su He up from the second floor at this time.

Finally, seeing Song Yunmo appearing, Ma Lao secretly heaved a sigh of relief, but he still had to show an appearance that I had expected a long time ago, and smiled clearly: "Look, I didn't mean that he will come back soon Yet?"

After all, the middle-aged man really wanted to sell the thing in his hand today, so after seeing Song Yunmo appearing, he sat down with peace of mind.

When he walked outside the teahouse, Song Yunmo suddenly remembered that Mr. Ma and that man were waiting for him up there.But Su He...

He hesitated for a while, but said without any concealment: "Actually, I have an appointment with someone from above to watch things, can you... can you wait for me?"

Su He was taken aback, then raised his head to look at Song Yunmo.

Song Yunmo looked into Su He's eyes, and his heart suddenly arose - he had never been so nervous before, at this moment he was so scared, afraid that she would refuse, and then walk away, and then he would never find her again ...

Such thoughts were wild and wanton in Song Yunmo's heart, and he suddenly regretted what he said just now, so what if it is such a precious antique?Dead things are dead things after all.

All of a sudden, Song Yunmo's heart was in a mess, and his mind was in a mess. He completely lost his usual calmness and composure. You must know that he was originally a character who would not change his face even before the collapse of Mount Tai, but now for Su He, he kept going. Again and again, he messed up.

I'm afraid Song Yunmo himself didn't realize this.

Who knows, Su He blinked and asked with interest: "Looking at something? Is it an antique?"

Song Yunmo nodded, "Yes".

"Then I can go together!" Su He suddenly smiled and narrowed his eyes, "By the way, can I ask what it is?"

Song Yunmo answered without the slightest hesitation, and said it very simply: "It's Yuan Qinghua."

Yuan blue and white can be regarded as a wonderful flower in the history of Chinese ceramics. It created a new era of transition from plain porcelain to colored porcelain.The blue and white works of Yuan Dynasty are exquisitely made and rarely handed down from generation to generation, so they are very precious.

At an auction held by Christie's in London, a blue and white work of Yuan Dynasty, called Guiguzi Down the Mountain Picture Jar, was sold at a price of 1400 million pounds. After commissioning, it was 1568 million pounds, equivalent to about 8 yuan. 2 million, setting the highest auction record for Chinese art in the world at that time.

This auction undoubtedly completely established Yuan Qinghua's reputation among the people. Since then, everyone has known Yuan Qinghua.

The two walked up to the second floor of the teahouse one after the other.

Mr. Ma suddenly saw a girl appearing behind Song Yunmo. He was a little surprised, but he couldn't ask more questions in front of this man, so he had no choice but to express no opinion on it. He looked at Song Yunmo with a smile and said, "You're back? Sit down quickly." .”

Song Yunmo nodded, and pulled Su He to sit at the table together.

"She is..." The middle-aged man glanced at Su He warily.

Su He smiled brightly at him, the smile was clean and pure, giving people an inexplicable sense of trust: "Hi, I'm Song Yunmo's friend, and I'm also interested in this thing, come and join in the fun!"

After seeing Su He's smile, the middle-aged man slowly relaxed, and no longer guarded against Su He.

Seeing that the atmosphere had finally stabilized, Mr. Ma quickly said, "Okay, can we start talking about business now? Well, this...friend, can you show us the things now?"

The middle-aged man looked around and nodded.

There are no private rooms on the second floor of this teahouse, which is one of the characteristics of this teahouse. Although there are no private rooms, the owner of the teahouse cleverly used bamboo curtains to plant bookshelves and the like during the renovation. Separate the table from the table, and the distance between each table is relatively far, so no matter where you are sitting, as long as you control the volume of your speech a little, other tables will not be able to hear your voice.

Moreover, Song Yunmo and the others are sitting by the window, which can be regarded as a corner, and the tall potted plants just block their table, so their actions here are rarely noticed.

The middle-aged man finally put the treasure in his hand on the table. He moved very carefully, for fear of knocking the things inside.

(End of this chapter)