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"brother--"

Xiaoqing's eyes brightened, and he took his brother's arm. "Did your grandfather's biggest dream be to have a place on our Luo family on antique porcelain? Now, this opportunity comes, and, This younger sister can help you with treatment, it's a godsend. "

The young man was silent.

Yang Zimei is so young that he doesn't look like a man with good medical skills, let alone he is terminally ill.

And Min Gang is just a fifteen-year-old middle school student. He looks extraordinary and should be from a famous door. But can he start a good company?

Seeing him still hesitant, Yang Zimei said aloud, "Give you some time to consider. If you believe me, go to Mo Xuan in front of me and I will be there."

After that, she and Min Gang left.

"Brother, she said she's from Moxuan, it must be very powerful." Xiaoqing took his brother's hand diligently. "Anyway, you don't have any hope for yourself, why not try? It is useless, and we have nothing to lose. Both of them are willing to return such valuable blue and white porcelain to us. I think they want to help us. "

The young man bowed his head and thought, and nodded, "Well, let me try."

"It's great, brother, pack up your things now, and pass." Xiaoqing saw his brother promised to be treated, and was very happy. He hurriedly packed all the imitation porcelain on the mat, and found his brother's hand. Mo Xuan.

Yang Zimei is now admiring Song Xuan for the antique porcelain.

"Well, this is what I have seen. Antique porcelain with the highest level of craftsmanship has been made, which is almost perfect." Song Xuan praised. "The ancient blue and white porcelain has been imitated by people all the time. I have n’t seen a high-quality imitation Yuan and blue flower. I did n’t expect to see it now, Xiaomei, where did you buy it from? ”

"I just bought 5,000 yuan."

"Five thousand yuan? This art value is too underestimated, although it is not antique, but if it is put on the auction, it is worth at least 20,000 or 30,000, or higher, because whether it is real Yuan blue flower or imitation Yuan Blue and white, the market is quite rare. "Song Xuan said.

Min Gang's eyes brightened again.

The two brothers and sisters who happened to be here also heard.

Xiaoqing shook his brother's hand happily: "Brother, I didn't expect that the imitation of Grandpa is worth so much money. When you get sick, we will make more and sell one or two a year. We are not worried Money. "

The young man smiled bitterly. Although he knew the craftsmanship of making the blue and white flowers, the production materials were extremely rare and the cost was very high. He had no way to purchase raw materials.

Hearing them, Song Xuan looked up, "Can I find this maker?"

Yang Zi nodded, "Well, this antique porcelain is made by their family."

Song Xuan listened and stood up excitedly. "I didn't expect that we can have such a brilliant craftsman in city A. I must meet."

He walked to the young man. "Excuse me, can you show me this master?"

"Mr. Song, my grandfather passed away, but my brother is also a master." Xiaoqing said proudly, "My grandfather said that my brother has more skill than him and has a higher level of understanding."

Song Xuan looked at the young man excitedly, "Really?"

The young man nodded.

"That's great! The technology of Yuan Qinghua, it's not lost!" Song Xuan's eyes burst into tears.

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