Bypass the round table bar.

Han Xuan took a piece of watermelon and put it in his mouth, touching the small gift Yalfred gave him with his right hand.

The touch is smooth and warm, weighing about 200 grams, one ounce of yellow and one ounce of gold, which is an early saying. Now its value has not been truly reflected. In the 17th century, the Tianhuang Stone Carving Ruili Paper Town was sent to someone like this. I wonder if this boss will hide at home and cry in the next few years.

Soon Han Xuan stopped thinking so. He was shocked by the thing in the cabinet at the end of the safe room.

Now Mr. Alfreid is not crying in the future. He will leave a good place for him on the top floor of the Empire State Building, so just jump.

There are few plots of the subject matter on porcelain, and ancient Chinese literati rarely paint with plots.

The paintings that draw plots are all national treasures, such as "Along the River During the Qingming Festival", "Han Xizai's Night Banquet", and "Ghost Valley Down the Mountain" are famous historical and military stories, which tells the rise of princes during the Warring States Period and many famous military figures emerged.

Wang Yu is one of them. He is a military genius, known as "Guiguzi", and the famous Sun Bin is his apprentice.

At that time, Yan State was fighting with Qi State, and Sun Bin was the leader of Qi State and was captured by Yan State. Qi State asked his master Guiguzi to go down the mountain to save his disciples. The blue and white pot painted the scene of Guiguzi going down the mountain.

The Yuan Dynasty blue and white jars are very rare in painting the storyline of characters, with only eight in the world. I thought that my old man bought the "Yuan Blue and White Guiguzi Down the Mountain Can" to be considered a lucky fortune and spend all his life's luck.

I didn't expect there would be people who could step back and forth.

The one in front of me is not a big jar, but a plum vase, "Yuan blue and white Xiao He chases Han Xin's picture of plum vase under the moon."

There are only three such plum bottles in the world, and the workmanship is more exquisite than the large pots of Guiguzi down the mountain. One is regarded as the treasure of the town in the Jinling City Museum, and it is said to be not sold for one billion. In addition to the one in front of you, there is another one that has lost overseas and has unknown whereabouts.

I came to the cabinet to watch it. The plum vase had not appeared for decades before, so I couldn't help but feel a little jealous and wanted to remind the old man to buy it. When I saw my grandfather's eyes, I knew I was thinking too much.

Mr. Han's eyes were already glowing.

"How about it? Just say it's a good thing. I have sold a lot of Chinese porcelain for so many years. It's rare to be so exquisite."

Yalfreid took out a key from his pocket, opened the heavy glass door, and continued to speak: "I just saw this Yuan blue and white porcelain last month, and I remembered you."

"Where did the plum vase come from?" The old man calmed down. The plum vase was basically a burial object for high-level tombs in the Ming Dynasty. For example, the one in Jinling was discovered in 1959 from the tomb of Mu Ying, a founding hero of the Ming Dynasty. The origin was unknown and there was a fear of trouble.

"Han, I won't lie to you. It left China during World War II. It was sent by a Japanese to sell it. You know, the prices in the United States are higher."

Yalfreid shrugged and said, "We shouldn't have disclosed the seller's information, but this old customer who buys antiques and wholesales can't be calculated according to common sense."

Mr. Han put on gloves and looked carefully for a long time. He seemed to be unable to make up his mind and asked Camille to come to a magnifying glass to observe the details one by one.

Several people next to him were waiting quietly for more than twenty minutes. The old man finally stood up and turned his head and asked, "How much does that Japanese man want?"

My heart moved and asked the price to buy it. Yalfreid had been dealing with him for more than ten years and knew the character of this old Chinese man very well.

"He asked for $30 million, he asked for $30 million. This time I will receive an 8% commission from him. You can do it if you don't have it."

Mr. Han’s mouth was stolen and he bought it himself. It would be like giving the man money for free. However, he really liked this Yuan blue and white porridge vase that Xiao He chased Han Xin under the moon. If he missed it, he might never meet it again in his life. He can’t expect him to exert his humanitarian spirit and send it back if he doesn’t have money.

"How much does it cost to go down the mountain to the Guiguzi? The price he asked for was too high. Huang Tingjian's "The Pulse Essay" just now only had one piece, and I recognized it for 22 million yuan. There are three of these things!"

Yalfred was stunned for a few seconds, and realized that the old man was playing a rogue and was amused and crying: "Give me a price, I'll call him."

“25 million.”

“No, 24 million.”

"...Okay OK OK, let me tell you the result later. Camille, Aidan, you can take the plum bottle out, Mr. Han bought it."

The boy rolled his eyes secretly. His grandfather's routine was really well understood. Now there is only the price problem. It is probably cheaper, but it is not much worse. Fortunately, it is still profitable in general.

Put Tian Huangshi into his leather jacket pocket, stretched out his hand to caress the plum vase, and learned from Guru in the Lord of the Rings written by British writer Tolkien: "My baby."

There are two of the three Chinese porcelains that are collected by our own home. This feeling is really comfortable. As for the last one, "Yuan Blue and White Three Visits to the Thatched Cottage", I have to ask if the Palace Museum will sell it, and I will buy it if I want it.

Sitting in the lounge, the things I just bought were put into metal boxes, with several layers of soft fabrics inside, and even if they were slightly bumped, they would not be damaged.

It was almost noon, and there were a few more customers in the hall, and someone was talking loudly: "Where is that word? What? Is it sold!?"

The sound was familiar to everyone, and the grandfather and grandson looked at each other.

"Grandpa!?"

"Old Guo?"

...

Soon Alfreid came back and said that the seller would cost at least $27.5 million, otherwise he would send it to auction and would rather pay the handling fee than sell it.

Mr. Han nodded and agreed, and signed a check of 53.5 million US dollars. This time the shopping was not cheap. It was probably just like buying land. He was considering it as an investment. He could avoid taxes reasonably when he was comfortable, killing two birds with one stone.

Each of the four security guards carried a box, and their movements were gentle, feeling like a bomb inside. They put their hands half on their waists, their eyes swept around, and their clothes were bulging underneath, and Han Xuan was speechless.

When he got into the Bentley Bucklein S sedan, Mr. Han was carelessly rushing to the back row. Two people came over, and there were three when he went back.

The boy's grandfather Guo Muzhou asked his driver to follow behind, and his mouth twitched and sat in the driver's seat to drive. Only then did he have the opportunity to chat: "In-law, how about transferring that word to me? Add 1 million to you."

"You have money, I don't need it, okay, don't sell it!"

"I knew I wouldn't go to verify it, so I bought it yesterday." Guo Muzhou shook his head and smiled. He started the car, and he would see it in the future anyway, so he would not mention this matter again.

"Grand grandson, are you going to school?"

"Yeah, I'll leave tomorrow." Han Xuan leaned forward and muttered: "Why are you in New York, grandpa?"

"I have something to be busy with, and I plan to go find you at night, but I didn't expect to meet you now."

Guo Muzhou drove with one hand and pinched the boy's smooth face.
Chapter completed!