Chapter 815: Ancient paintings (1)

The middle-aged man's face turned red slightly. It was indeed that Yang Zimei was talking to the stall owner about the peach card. However, there did not seem to be a transaction between them.
Just now, when he passed by here, he heard the three words of Taomu, stopped and moved towards the girl, only to find that there really was a Taomu card hanging on her neck, which was exactly the same as the seminar, which made him very happy. Can't help but immediately bid.
Thinking that the stall owner is just a little girl, he will also offer a price of 10,000 first, if he refuses to add it slowly.
Who knows that when it was 200,000, Yang Zimei was rushed to one million.
He looked at Yang Zimei carefully, and secretly sighed that there are skins that are as smooth and delicate as white jade, and they are as elegant as a young girl in the air, just like the goddess Luohe came out of the scroll.
Immediately, he was surprised to find that the same peach wood card was hung on her neck, and a faint dark black light was emitted against her skin.
Suddenly I saw two pieces, plus the one in the hands of President Che Dongliang, there were a total of three such peach cards.
Isn't this peach card a rare thing?
However, the academic seminar that day focused on the national academic elite, and they could not understand the history of the peach card, let alone know what year it was.
The president of the car that day that peach card as a peerless baby.
The value of antiques is unique.
Now there are three pieces in the world, and they are hung on the neck of a girl casually, so the value is greatly reduced.
It is impossible for him to grab a million and Yang Zimei.
"Well, I won't rush with you, but can you tell me, what is the origin of this peach card? Why are you wearing it?"
He also wanted to see if there could be any valuable clues from the mouths of the two girls. He could sue the chairman and study together to find out the history.
"My grandma left it to my mother, and my mother left it to me again. I don't know what it is," the girl replied.
"I got it from someone."
Yang Zimei answered lightly.
"You really want to spend a million to buy this thing, girl, your parents are willing to give you so much money?" The man asked unwillingly.
"I don't have a million now, but wait."
Yang Zimei smiled, "I can sell the antiques I just bought, if you are interested, I can show you."
"Uh?"
The middle-aged man saw that she was only holding a shabby scroll in her hand. Although the scroll could not be seen clearly, but from the perspective of the axis, it was basically a way of spreading goods. You will have millions of ancient paintings in your hand. "
"Exactly."
Yang Zi smiled narrowly.
Originally, she wanted to take the painting back to Song Xuan to appraise it, and then send it to the antique shop for auction, but now that she urgently needs money, she can't control more.
"Hehe, the girl is really joking."
The middle-aged man shook his head, "Don't think that you can pick up any big leaks on this road, don't think that the painting looks old, it really is an ancient painting, that's just making old."
"Is it true, you will know if you look at it."
Yang Zimei carefully unrolled the drawing on the little table where the girl did her homework.
There were a lot of people watching around, and I wanted to see why she was so determined, and she had ancient paintings in her hands.