Golden Pupil

Chapter 104 Picture in Picture 1

Free comparison! Answer the questions of Buzhang's friends. First, the corner of Judu Qianqing is a little special, but the thinking is the same as that of you and me. It's not a terracotta of everything, and it's not a hundred things. We don't want to write this book as the protagonist who often shoots randomly, knows astronomy and This book is like Aunt Wang's little rabbit who calls a cicada, intimacy without losing life

As for the appreciation of jadeite, it is a very toxic knowledge of the industry. Datang should know jadeite if he doesn't want to get Xinjiao. It's like taking a transparent jade field jade with better water to distinguish it. I'm afraid that many friends can't tell it. As for the joke of hammering jadeite, Heart, a large piece of raw stone can be knocked down, the fist is big, and the hammer is not good.

If you think what we wrote is reasonable or unreasonable, you can go to the book review to publish your own Yinbei, but Fang, don't curse. Tibetan friends who like this kind of plain style, just vote for the monthly ticket and hold us. Thank you"

"Dang, Dangdang, Dang"

The hammer and the stone collided, and the crisp sound of the night towel came out.

However, when Zhuang Rui picked up the stone again, he was frustrated. At noon, he was just on the surface of the stone, leaving a few insignificant four yellows, and only a piece of stone was not knocked down.

If this scene is seen by a person who knows a little about gambling stones, Ken will often lose his big teeth. He has never seen anyone take a hammer to smash the jade from the stone. After Zhuang Wu also asked for the moon, he knew how stupid and greedy his current behavior is.

The little white lion who ran out of the house with Zhuang Lu, and some inexplicably good-looking Xin people obviously couldn't understand why Zhuang Rui hit his guesser with a hammer

Picked up the stone on the ground, the banker had this number, and the sound of the lights came to the direction of peace, that is, the stone in the latrine, which was smelly and hard. For a while, Zhuang Rui also had no choice but to take the woman. Obviously, it was impossible to knock it open with a hammer. At this time, Zhuang Rui did not know how to save it. There were so many stone cutting machines made only for gambling stones.

"At first glance, let's find a grinding wheel to polish it in a few days.

After greeting the white lion, Zhuang Rui went to the supermarket at the gate of the community, bought cigarettes, and went home. There will be a lot of things to do tomorrow. In the morning, he will follow Song Jun to visit the decoration master, and in the afternoon, he will go to the site of the building garden with Liu Chuan. I'm afraid he

Although the emerald shines in the stone. However, in Zhuang Wu's heart, stone is not regarded as a matter. As early as the year of milk, when it was said that diamonds were valuable, everyone understood that only some people in specific circles knew the real value of the best jade

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"Well, don't make trouble. That's it."

Zhuang Rui, who was sleeping, suddenly opened his eyes with a wet face. "The white lion was at the head of the bed, stretched out his tongue and licked his little paws and grabbed the sheep to the ground. Then he looked out of the window. It was already bright. Zhuang Rui looked at the New Year's machine at the head of the

Since raising a white lion, Zhuang Rui's life has been renewed. Zheng Lv must take this little thing to run around every morning, because this little thing is very sensible. He will hold it until the morning and solve it outside. Then Zhuang Rui also had to prepare breakfast for it. Generally, he asked for dog food made of corn paste, with a few dog calcium tablets and other words. Only after his ancestors did Zhuang Rui have time to wash and eat breakfast.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is empty. Sorry, the phone number called by the bear is empty

Prepare breakfast for the little white lion. While sitting at the table and drinking the mother's porridge, Zhuang Rui's phone rang and Xiao Baigen's ears suddenly stood up and ran to Zhuang Wu's room and took the phone over.

Rubbing the little guy's fluffy head with approval, Zhuang Rong picked up the phone from the white lion's mouth. At a glance, it was from Song Jun.

"Hey, Brother Song, we didn't say it was nine o'clock

"Go early. The old gentleman called and said that he still has a guest at the old time. Let's go there early. I'm on my way now. You live in Zhongshu Street, right? Wait for me at the intersection. I'll be right there."

Song Jun's voice came from the phone. Zhuang Yitao hurriedly swallowed the appointment of his mouth, returned to his room, took the leather cover containing "Li Duan Duan Tu" to save the year, forgave Zhuang's mother, and hurried downstairs with the little white lion.

"Let's go, get in the car

When I walked to the intersection, a black Mercedes-Benz car stopped in front of Zhuang Wu. Song Jun put down the window and greeted Zhuang Ruiyi

First opened the back door of the Mercedes-Benz and let the little white lion go up, Zhuang Wu sat on the co-pilot and looked back, but there were two Xiaotang guys sitting side by side in the back seat. Song Jun also brought out the golden retriever feces.

"Hey, it's unreasonable to control your one."

Song Jun found that as soon as the little white lion got into the car through the rearview mirror, he put his and Shefeng Khan aside, and there was a "woo" threat in his mouth. Suddenly, he was very dissatisfied.

"White lion, sit down

Zhuang Rui shouted at the back door. The little guy jumped on Zhuang Wu from the seat towel. Zhuang Rui had no choice but to hold it.

"At the way, Brother Zhuang, let me tell you that the man who wants Bei later, whose surname is Fang, is a representative of Yangzhou technicians. His hometown is Pengcheng's period of stunting and returning to the roots. When he comes back to retire, this old man's temper is a little strange. The calligraphy and painting he valued may help Click on the uncertain thing, how much money do you pay? "He doesn't even pay attention to it. He may deal with you, but you are ready to be slaughtered. It's going to be black at noon."

While driving! Song Jun explained to Zhuang Rui that although he had not seen Zhuang Zongnianjia's painting, from the tone of his words, it could be seen that he was not optimistic about the painting taken by Zhuang Ruicun's grassland black market.

"It's okay, Director Song. As long as this painting can be replaced with a shaft rod, it will be reinstalled one day. It doesn't matter that I brought 30,000 yuan. It should be enough, right?"

Zhuang Rui pretended to be very casual and replied casually, if this Master Fang is really one of the most popular figures in the industry! Naturally, you can see the tricks of this towel

"You are very willing to give up. It's only a few thousand yuan to buy a painting, and it's ready to cost 30,000 yuan to install it. Don't you want to change hands and find a big head to sell it, right?

While Song Jun was talking, the car had already driven to the direction of Shanhanmo on the outskirts of the city. There are many building materials markets on this road! Zhuang Rui saw the wood sawing with a chainsaw at the door of some markets, making a loud roar.

"Pretend to be the enemy, I'll sell it to others. Brother Song, don't you grab it

Zhuang Rui looked at the chainsaw and seemed to think of it in his mind. What kind of casual and Shengjun Hu Kanshan

"Yes, I can find that kind of small manual cutting machine

Zhuang Rui scolded himself as a fool in his heart. In Fuyi, his old house, there used to be a stone farm that specializes in selling some stone carving works. At that time, Zhuang Rui often saw this stone carving master who used a small manual cutting machine to deal with some more delicate parts of the stone carving. It should not be a problem to cut a stone.

"If you want to lack Tang Bohu's authentic works, I'm still a little interested. Let me tell you, Zhuang Zong, the "Li Duan Duan Picture" is a good place to stay in the Nanjing Museum. You just need to look at yourself. If you hang it out, you will be laughed at."

Song Jun said a word and stopped the car. Only then did Zhuang Rui know that he would come to the place, pushed the door open, and got out of the car with the little white lion in his arms.

"Zhuang Rui, leave the little white lion in the car. If Master Fang wants someone to help you install your skills at noon, you need to be quiet. These two little things are too noisy.

After hearing Song Jun's words, Zhuang Rui comforted the guy, put it back in the car, then took the picture scroll in his hand, and hit the old yard in front of the Song Jun

Mr. Fang's house was built in the urban-rural junction of Pengcheng, surrounded by mountains and rivers, and a row of willow trees was planted in front of the yard. Just when he was spitting green, he entered the yard and saw that there were two vegetable plots planted in the yard. A gray-haired old man was holding a hoe to save the land

"Grandpa Fang! Your old body! Still so tough

After Song Jun saw the old man! He quickly walked a few steps forward and picked up the hoe of the old man.

"This stinky boy usually doesn't come when he has nothing to do, and reports to me if he has something to do. When I see Brother Song, I will definitely sue you. All right, don't use that fake."

The old man looked at Song Jun's disguise in the hoeing on the ground and kicked the tip. The dust army did not dare to hide, but suffered from this kick with his buttocks. Song Jun also looked for people of Sifeng for more than a long time, but he looked embarrassed along the predestined sword, and his face kept smiling

Only then did Zhuang Rui see the old man's face clearly. Snow-white hair, the face is ruddy, and the skin on the face is also very delicate! It is described as a crane-haired childish face. It's not too much. At first glance, it doesn't look like an old man in his eighties at all, just in those eyes. From time to time, it shows a cold feeling

"How's your grandfather's health?"

The old man nodded to Zhuang Rui and asked Song Jun

"For your blessing, Grandpa's body is also strong. When you teach me the curtain, don't mention your skills! By the way, when I went back to Beijing some time ago, Grandpa asked you to stay at home for a period of time.

"I'm not going. It's good here. There's no need to bury my bones. I've been away from my hometown for decades! It's a return to learning. This old bone, which can be buried now, is also regarded as Fangyun Temple. It's not bad.

The old man sighed with emotion, looked at the holster in Zhuang's hand, and then asked! Brother Song found some treasure again, didn't he? Let's go to the house

The old man's footsteps are very steady! When I got to the door, I took the two of them into the living room. A woman in her forties, like an old nanny, came up to bring a cup of tea for Song Jun and Zhuang Wu, and then retreated the poison

"Bever it, I'll take a look first."

The old man was not as difficult as Ji Jun said. After entering the house, he wiped it dry for two years. He happily took the leather case from Zhuang Rui's hand, pulled the zipper open, and took out the picture scroll from the inside

"Come on! Young man! Help me type this picture

The old man may have thrown Zhuang Rui as Song Jun's follower and threw a white-end suit, signaling Zhuang Rui to put it on.

On the rectangular table in the living room. Zhuang Cha and Master Fang each held one shaft rod and spread the painting to both sides, but the painting axis had not been half opened. Master Wu's arm was thundered, and he was unhappy.

"I said you little rabbit, such a thing, do you also want me to pretend to be good? Look at my old man's free time every day. Come to entertain me, don't you?

When the picture scroll is fully unfolded, Mr. Fang's face is already full of anger. The authentic calligraphy and painting of his generation may require more than any of these collectors. His eyesight is naturally extraordinary, and he can see it! It has already been identified as true of this painting. Six