When Wang Guan heard that Mr. Zhou was about to discuss things with him, he felt a little surprised and quickly said, "If you have something to do, just give me instructions, don't be polite to me."

"It's not my business, but someone's entrusted." Old Zhou smiled and said, "It's about the cat butterfly pastel bottle. Do you remember that I mentioned the origin of the bottle to you? During the Republic of China period, it was the store sign of an old friend of my uncle..."

"Well, you've always said it."

Wang Guan said thoughtfully: "You also asked me if I had any intention of taking action, and I plan to help us build a bridge."

"Now it's not just me asking, but he's asking."

Mr. Zhou smiled embarrassedly and said, "Speaking of the circle in Beijing, I am quite small. When I was studying pastel bottles, I don't know who told him about this. Then he immediately came to the door and pointed at my nose and complained..."

"You should be able to predict what happened next." After a wry smile, Mr. Zhou continued, "When I saw the cat butterfly pastel bottle, my old friend was also thinking about the things and thinking about others. I plan to take a look and ask me what you mean."

"This..." Wang Guan hesitated.

"Wang Guan, listen to me finish my words first."

At this moment, Mr. Zhou smiled and said, "To be honest, the bottle is worth tens of millions at least. My old friend can't afford that much money to buy the bottle, so he plans to exchange it with you."

"Huh."

At this time, Yu Feibai said with great enthusiasm: "Old Zhou, what are your friends going to exchange for?"

Not only him, but Wang Guan was also a little more curious. After all, the price of the Qianlong official kiln pastel fine porcelain bottles must be more than 10 million yuan. As long as it is on the auction, it should be at least 20 to 30 million yuan. If there are not many items of the same type, it is normal to sell them at a price of 50 to 60 million yuan.

Although it is vulgar to talk about money, the problem is that even if everyone doesn’t admit it, money is indeed the most direct reflection of the value of a work of art. The value of the cat butterfly pastel porcelain bottle is so high. Since Old Zhou dares to propose an exchange, he must come up with something of the same value.

Wang Guan also wants to see such things or not.

"I don't know much about this." Old Zhou smiled helplessly: "Old friend complained that I didn't tell him the bottle news. He also decided to suffocate my appetite. He didn't plan to tell me the specific situation. He just asked me to ask you to meet him. However, with his personality, there must be something that can be taken advantage of, otherwise he would not exchange it with you."

At the end, Mr. Zhou asked with a smile: "Wang Guan, what do you think? Do you want to arrange for you to meet?"

"See you, of course you have to see you."

Yu Feibai nodded quickly and said with a smile: "Remember to bring me with me, I want to see you too."

"Mr. Zhou, please tell me the time and place. I'll visit you."

Wang Guan naturally would not object. If Mr. Zhou’s friend could come up with something that moved him, then it would be fine if he exchanged. If he was not interested, it would be no harm to know more people. It is just to expand his connections.

"Either tomorrow or the day after tomorrow." Mr. Zhou smiled and said, "I'll call you then."

"good……"

Wang Guan nodded slightly, and then Mr. Zhou did not leave, but noticed several scrolls placed on the table next to him, and couldn't help but walk over to watch. After that, several people continued to appreciate the calligraphy and paintings until evening.

After dinner, I saw Mr. Zhou away. It was already late at night.

Being in the closed mansion door, with the isolation of high walls and lush trees, the bustle and bustle of the capital cannot be conveyed here at all, so it naturally seems very quiet.

At this time, Qian Lao went to rest. Yu Feibai ran to the corner with his cell phone hanging and whispered, while Wang Guan held Baiye's hand, leaning on each other under the grape shed, looking up at the lonely starry sky, enjoying the cool breeze.

"You are not very interested today." Wang Guan said with concern: "Are you tired of running around?"

"It's not that tired..." Bai Ye frowned slightly and shook his head gently, "It's mainly because you are chatting, but I don't understand!"

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand now, but you will understand slowly in the future." Wang Guan tightly grasped her slender hand and smiled: "Besides, it's better if you don't understand, so as not to have another person to grab a job."

A very cold joke, Bai Ye still smiled, leaned slightly on Wang Guan's shoulder, and said lightly: "I just realized that the gap between us is so big."

"No, it's just a few centimeters." Wang Guan reached out and gestured, and said with a smile: "If you wear those ten centimeter high heels, you can look down at me immediately."

"Hate." Baye said dissatisfied: "You know what I'm talking about."

"Okay, it's actually meaningless."

Wang Guan explained with a smile: "Don't look at how many millions of dollars we often say, in fact, before things are traded, everything is illusory numbers. For example, the collection in the Palace Museum must have a value of more than tens of trillions of dollars. The problem is that it is just value, not real money."

"I'm fooling people again." Bei Ye said with a mouth: "Don't think I don't understand. You are changing your concepts. After all, the Forbidden City is a public thing, and you are your own thing, how can you confuse it?"

"Almost, almost." Wang Guan smiled and lamented: "And you have heard that things are restricted from leaving the country, and I have suffered heavy losses. Please comfort..."

"Go away, don't make a fuss!"

For a moment, the sound of the Bay Leaf was filled with shy smell. A breeze blew, and the thick clouds covered the sky, leaving only a few dim starlight flashing curiously, blinking, silently staring at a pair of green lovers under the grape trellis.

One night passed, and Xu Qing came to visit the next morning, but he didn't receive a call from Mr. Zhou, so a few people simply went there. Because there were too many female companions, the attractions they visited were definitely not limited to historical sites and historical sites. The ones they traveled the most were bustling malls and shopping centers.

I went out at 8:00 a.m. and came back at 8:00 a.m., for twelve hours, but most of the time was spent in the mall. Of course, it would be fine if I was buying things, but I spent it on shopping or on the way.

The most terrifying thing is that Wang Guan and Yu Feibai are almost exhausted, but Bei Ye and Xu Qing are still energetic and enthusiastic. The difference between men and women is reflected here. Anyway, after returning, Wang Guan and Yu Feibai are soft on the chair and are unwilling to move. After a night of rest, they have recovered their vitality.

When Wang Guan woke up in the morning, he received a call from Mr. Zhou, explaining the place and asking them to come directly.

"Liulichang?"

When Wang Guan heard the address, he was a little surprised, but he didn't ask any more questions. He directly asked Yu Feibai and others to drive to the place, and then stopped next to a shop.

"Wenguzhai!" Wang Guan looked up at the signboard, nodded and said, "Old Zhou is talking about here."

"Then go in." Yu Feibai smiled and took the lead in stepping on the steps.

Wang Guan followed up and couldn't help looking at it after entering the door. He saw that the store was relatively wide in area, completely retro brick and wood buildings, divided into two floors. If it weren't for the installation of modern utensils, glass counters and other modern objects, everyone would have thought they had come to the ancient attic.

However, the loft building is very typical, with exquisite and gorgeous details everywhere, which is also pleasing to the eye. There is no doubt that this is an antique shop, but it looks a little deserted. Not only does there not have guests, but there are not even the receptionists. Everyone felt a little strange and looked around.

"Wang Guan, here..."

At this time, Mr. Zhou walked out of a room on the inner floor of the attic, smiled and waved, "Come here."

"Old Zhou."

Wang Guan walked over while shouting.

When he entered the house, he found that it was a living room with elegant decoration. At this moment, there were two people sitting in the small hall, one of whom was about forty years old, wearing a suit and tie, and very rigorous middle-aged man. The other was covered with white hair, about eighty or ninety years old.

"Brother Chen, he is Wang Guan." Old Zhou smiled and introduced him.

"Hello, Mr. Chen." Wang Guan hurriedly stepped forward to greet: "For the first time we met, please give me some advice."

"You are good too." Old Chen stood up with a cane, stretched out his trembling hand, and showed a kind smile on his face: "I have heard a lot of your affairs from Yizhi and the others. He is so young and promising."

"You are too old." Wang Guan said modestly, and after shook hands with Mr. Chen, he slowly sat down under his greeting.

After the others were also settled one after another, Mr. Chen did not rush to get to the point, but smiled intimately: "This is not an over-the-top award. You must know that when I was at your age, I was still a errand runner in an antique shop. I didn't even have the qualifications to take a look, let alone missed anything."

"Brother Chen, times have changed."

Mr. Zhou smiled and said, "This is an era of collecting the whole nation, and there is no longer the threshold as high as before."

"Who said no?" Mr. Chen said with some remembrance: "In the early years, I would start with an apprenticeship, and things like burning fire, fetching water, cooking, washing clothes, etc. need to be done with great effort. The master thinks that you have been sincere, so he will give you a few words to help you get enlightened and initiate."

"Haha, mainly because learning skills was very difficult back then. What kind of tricks are all secrets that are not passed on, and it is also a sign of the master. I taught my disciples that my master was hungry, how could I pass on this lightly?" Mr. Zhou chuckled and said, "In comparison, Brother Chen is much lucky. He has a lot of knowledge and has gone through many detours than ordinary people."

"It's just as hard." Old Chen shook his head and said, "I started learning skills at the age of ten, and I didn't get a master until I was thirty. I used to feel a little resentful, but now looking back, if I hadn't had those twenty years of hard work, I probably wouldn't have achieved what I am now."

"Only by accumulating strength and building a solid foundation, you can go further." Mr. Zhou echoed and looked at Wang Guan and Yu Feibai, saying this to them.
Chapter completed!