The average temperature in New York is only one to nine degrees in March, which is particularly cold in the morning. The six-story building on Manhattan's Upper West Side is heated.

Han Xuan had just gotten up, his hair was a little messy and sleepy. He was wearing only a small gray inner body and walked towards the cloakroom barefoot.

The room is more than twenty square meters, surrounded by an open wardrobe, which was reserved specifically for the grandson by the old man. This time he knew that he was coming, so he prepared a lot of new clothes, and the old ones were also hung here. Han Xuan was speechless when he saw them.

There are also watch boxes in the middle glass counter, ranging from Disney Mickey Mouse cartoon watches to IWN, Breguet, Vacheron Constantin, forty or fifty in all sizes.

The boy took a few clothes, stood in front of the fitting mirror, and quickly picked a red and white plaid sweater, added a small sheepskin lapel leather jacket outside, chose a white Yankees baseball cap, buckled it on his head, and raised his legs out.

The toilet window was not closed properly, and a cold wind blew in and it was chilly. Han Xuan lowered his head: "Pants..."

After washing up, I went down the stairs on the second floor. The Yuan blue and white Guiguzi went down the mountain and placed a large jar around the corner. Since I identified it as the authentic one, it was treated with a bird gun and a cannon. Now it is covered with a glass, and the bottom is covered with a golden velvet blanket. It looks noble no matter how you look at it.

For more than three years, there has not been much change here, similar to the last time I came here. The pastel vases of the Qing Dynasty were still placed in the living room, and the sun shone in through the window, full of greenness, almost blinding Han Xuan's eyes.

"What?" He walked over and stretched out his hand and felt like jade, about 30 centimeters in height and twenty centimeters in width. He knew this thing, but it was the first time he saw it so big.

"The boy Guanyin jade ornaments were bought during a business trip in Hong Kong. An old guy wanted to snatch it from me, but it was still in my hands." The old man shook the newspaper with a very complacent expression, as if he had a holiday with the person he was talking to.

Jade is rarely seen in the West, and Han Xuan almost forgot about this kind of thing, and the price will double in a year in the future.

Now, China has just opened up, and people have no money in their pockets and can't be suckers. Myanmar sells this for bargaining prices, put down the ornaments and sit down in front of grandpa: "Can you buy more."

He took out the emerald on his chest and pointed: "I think it's more expensive than this in the future."

Mr. Han casually said: "The things were from the Qing Dynasty, 7.7 kilograms. If it weren't for its large enough and its workmanship, I wouldn't have bought them. It would be 3 million US dollars. There is a jade cabbage from Cixi in Taipei that is considered a treasure of the museum, which is valuable."

"I don't care, do you buy it or not."

"Buy! Use a truck to pile up your room and see where you sleep at night." After being amused by his grandson's coquettish act, the old man closed the newspaper and stood up, pushed him to the restaurant, and spoke in his mouth: "Go to have breakfast first, I'll have someone to do the jadeite. I know you have a good vision. I'll go to the city later. I'll be with you in the past few days."

"By the way, where is my grandma?" Han Xuan asked while sitting at the table, holding a fried egg sandwich.

"I've been traveling, I'm still from South America. I'm so old. I'm gathering with friends every day, regardless of her."

"That's what grandma will enjoy."

"Bad, I'm alone in Los Angeles. After I got home after work, I couldn't even drink hot soup. Just like your dad, I'm ungrateful."

"I will tell her when she comes back." Slowly Sakura drank a sip of warm milk, and the boy smirked.

“…don’t!”

...

Because the United Nations headquarters is here, New York has become the world's diplomatic city.

Diplomats from various countries in the United Nations had to live in New York, and Han Xuan saw a very familiar red flag.

There are few news reports in Europe and the United States that are positively reported on it. It is so poor and backward, which makes the boy feel a little disappointed and hopes that it can flourish along the trajectory of his previous life.

After finishing his work, the grandfather and grandson returned from downtown. There was an important meeting. There were many roadblocks near the United Nations Building near Forty-second Street, First Avenue.

The police also carried live ammunition and patrolled around, which made the already crowded traffic more congested and cast another atmosphere on New York, where the commercial atmosphere was strong.

Diplomacy cities with intrigue.

Not far away, Wall Street, which is only 500 meters long, has more than 2,000 banks, securities, insurance, stock trading and other companies.

On December 25, 1991, the Soviet Union was announced to disintegrate. These financial entrepreneurs in suits and tie were surprised to find that the feast had just begun and surrounded him and were about to suck its last drop of blood.

But these have nothing to do with Han Xuan now. They were so upset that they were traffic jams. They complained to the old man: "I would have known that Benjamin would drive a helicopter to take us, there were too many cars here, and where would we go?"

"There is a good thing to buy. The owner told me last month that he had no time to go. Today is just right." Mr. Han didn't call little John over and drove by himself.

The police next to him were quite polite and asked Bentley to leave the bus lane first, but the bus was still stuck in the back anyway.

Other drivers are not surprised because this is New York, and it seems that rich people should enjoy privileges.

A black man was delaying his own affairs due to traffic jams and argued with the police. The old policeman felt that he was suspected of assaulting the police, so he immediately drew his gun and the surroundings quickly became quiet.

The road ahead became smooth. After more than ten minutes, Han Xuan looked out and saw many galleries and antique shops on both sides, as well as museum buildings at the corner.

Unlike when I was playing in Panjiayuan, there are no small vendors here, at least a few square meters of shops, selling some "crafts" to tourists.

Drive in from the alley next to the old building more than 20 floors, park your car in the underground parking lot, take the elevator to the third floor, and just open the door, and the shop several hundred square meters into Han Xuan's sight.

It was like a jewelry exhibition. Various antiques were locked in the window, pure white lights were hit on it, the glass looked thick, the corner monitor moved with them, and the man in black opened the iron door and made a light sound.

Somehow, Han Xuan's head popped up with some transaction scene in yesterday's movie. Fortunately, there were other customers wandering around with champagne, which dispelled his concerns and felt funny in his heart that he was a grandson.

There was a bronze ware of more than 20 centimeters in front. The boy saw it and knew which country it was from. The Zhuque style characteristics were too conspicuous. He walked over and took a look. The price was clearly marked on it, with 650,000 US dollars.

Apart from doing business, Mr. Han only has such a hobby. He probably has come here before and is specializing in picking new goods and taking a closer look.

The boy came to him and found a large bowl of red peony and chrysanthemum underglaze in Hongwu in Ming. Don’t ask Han Xuan why he knew him. The sign clearly stated in Chinese and English.

If you don't know each other, there is still Japanese below.

"I know this thing. I sold 20.35 million Hong Kong dollars in Hong Kong in 1989, but now I only sold 2.2 million US dollars?" Mr. Han muttered.

The boy said, "Now the exchange rate is 1 to 7.75, is it cheaper?"

"It's almost the same, the auction price is inflated." After saying that, he waved to his grandson: "Madam? Please show me this."

"Sir, you really have a vision. I just arrived two days ago and many people have asked about it."

Han Xuan heard her talk and touched her chin.

"It seems like it's in Panjiayuan now."
Chapter completed!