Chapter 97

"I only met one treasure worth three or four million yuan. In the past, all I met were tens of millions..."

"..."

The comment area was silent for half a minute.

After a long time, the barrage flooded in like a tide.

"Fuck, three to four million? Brothers, did I hear correctly?"

"It should be... as we all know, the anchor is sometimes not a son of man, he has never deceived people..."

"Whether it's 300 million or 400 million, the difference is 100 million..."

"No...how did he earn another 400 million? I'm very puzzled, brothers...my brains just exploded. I haven't seen how he made another 400 million, obviously I saw it with my own eyes... "

"Upstairs, I can see that you are very excited..."

"MD, I'm not excited. I just got off the night shift and worked hard to earn 6000 a month. The anchor made an understatement and earned 400 million...I want to die already!"

"Anchor, I was a little arrogant just now, don't worry about (red face)!"

"Anchor, tell us, how did you earn another 400 million!"

"Anchor, I want to give you a pension!"

"Army green bag, calligraphy and painting, wooden box, which one is the treasure worth 400 million?"

"Calligraphy and painting... Could it be another picture-in-picture?"

"I think it's an army green bag..."

"Damn it, I feel like I'm watching Conan, so don't guess, don't guess, you can just say it, the anchor..."

Netizens in the live broadcast room began to urge Chu Ang to reveal the secret.

Chu Ang glanced at the antique shops around, and was about to find one to go in and let a professional identify it, but after looking for a long time, he didn't know which one to go in.

It's better to be Panjiayuan. Panjiayuan has the Manao Pavilion. Boss Chen is generous and has many friends in the circle.

"Brother Chu..."

At this moment, a familiar voice sounded behind him.

Chu Ang was stunned, and when he looked back, he found that it was Zhao Pengcheng who came.

"Yo..."

Chu Ang greeted him with a smile, "Mr. Zhao, why are you here..."

Zhao Pengcheng claims to be the first appraiser of Liulichang.He has a unique vision and is very famous in the circle.

"Golden Sentence King Zhao Pengcheng, he actually appeared!"

"Brothers, Zhao Pengcheng is a man who dares to speak out. It's interesting to remember this man!"

"It's just in time for him to come. The anchor just wants to find someone to appraise the baby!"

"Yes, yes, yes... say Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here!"

"..."

"Hahaha…"

Zhao Pengcheng laughed, "I didn't expect it to be you, why didn't you say hello to me when you came to Liulichang... let's go to my office to chat!"

"That's not necessary..." Chu Ang shook his head, and pointed to the phone, "It's live broadcasting, but I have received a treasure, please give Mr. Zhao the palm of your hand!"

"I found another treasure?" Zhao Pengcheng was surprised, but not very surprised.

Chu Ang... You can't take it for granted, the best way to get along with him is to calm your mind and never feel jealous.

Jealous of Chu Ang... The mentality is easy to burst!
"it is good!"

Zhao Pengcheng said: "Let me see what treasures Brother Chu found again..."

Chu Ang handed the army green bag to Zhao Pengcheng.

"Military green bag... my family used to have one, and when the educated youth went to the countryside, they got one!"

Zhao Pengcheng: "But it's a bit dirty..."

After carefully checking the army green bag, Zhao Pengcheng found nothing unusual, and then took out the wooden box, his face gradually became serious.

"Brothers in the live broadcast room, the army green bag has been eliminated, only the wooden box and calligraphy and painting are left!"

"The multiple-choice question has become a judgment question, choose one of the two!"

"Oh, the number of people in the live broadcast room has reached 100 million..."

"Hey...it's already 100 million, it's amazing (thumbs)"

"The location in the core atrium of the core business district of Foshan Chancheng, the rent is not expensive, no transfer fee! No industry restrictions! Hurry up!"

"Fuck, there are still people advertising!"

"It's so beautiful!"

"A capable person never complains about the environment (dog head)"

"You guys are too coquettish (cover your face)"

"..."

Zhao Pengcheng played with the wooden box for a while, and commented: "This wooden box is very good..."

With that said, Zhao Pengcheng carefully opened the wooden box and took out the calligraphy and paintings inside.

Zhao Pengcheng was a little surprised when he saw the vigorous brushwork and seal on it, "Mr. Qigong's calligraphy and painting?"

"Mr. Qigong passed away in 05, and I visited him before!"

Zhao Pengcheng's complexion was complicated, and his eyes were deeply reminiscent.

Chu Ang didn't expect Zhao Pengcheng to have such a relationship with Mr. Qi Gong, and he was a little surprised.

However, considering that Mr. Qigong died less than 20 years ago and had lived in Sijiu City all his life, it was not surprising that Zhao Pengcheng had met him.

Zhao Pengcheng said, "How much did this painting cost?"

Chu Ang said: "20!"

"Uh..." Hearing this, Zhao Pengcheng was stunned for a moment, hesitant to speak, and after thinking for a while, "This is Mr. Qi Gong's early work, not a Mahayana work, 20 is a bit high..."

Zhao Pengcheng said it very euphemistically, but Chu Ang understood what he meant, that is, the price of 20 was not considered a steal, and even a bit of a disadvantage!
"Brothers... ruled out. Is there anything tricky about this painting?"

"What, I thought it was another picture-in-picture!"

"Then there's only one wooden box left!"

"Hurry up, hurry up...the host, hurry up!"

"I'm so anxious, it's been more than ten minutes. I don't know what a baby is worth 400 million!"

"Mr. Zhao..."

At this moment, Chu Ang stopped playing charades, "The wooden box is the treasure I want you to identify..."

what?
Zhao Pengcheng was stunned.

Just now, he thought the wooden box was just a decoration for calligraphy and painting, and in the end he only gave a "very good" evaluation. He didn't expect that this wooden box turned out to be a treasure to be identified.

And from Chu Ang's tone, wooden boxes are more valuable than calligraphy and paintings?

Zhao Pengcheng picked up the wooden box and looked at it very seriously this time.

"Oh..."

Zhao Pengcheng exclaimed, "I almost punched my eyes, baby!"

"Brothers in the live broadcast room, the tone is set, is the wooden box a treasure?"

"The wooden box is worth 400 million?"

"This wooden box was filled with imperial edicts (pick nose)..."

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