Warning? An uncontrollable anger flashed in Bo Qingrong's eyes, and he frowned and said angrily: "I didn't warn him, he still has the face to warn me?"

Manager Song tapped his hand gently on the table and pondered: "This person Chen Fengmian... his rules of conduct are too unpredictable."

"I think he was bluffing. Today, he must have deliberately cheated me. He asked so many people to laugh at me. It was so hateful." Bo Qingrong became more and more angry as he spoke, and the anger that had been suppressed rose again.

As he spoke, he took out the previous incidents of Mei Zhou and came out to condemn him.

The more I talked about it, the more I felt that the plum boat was too much. Chen Fengmian was like him.

When he said this, Manager Song did not rush to interrupt him. When his anger gradually faded, he comforted him with a few words of warmth: "Actually, these small fights are nothing important."

Manager Song got up and walked to Bo Qingrong's side, patted him gently on his shoulder, bent down slightly in the posture of patting his shoulder, lowered his voice: "You don't have to take these small things to heart. You have to remember that we just need to find a gap from Chen Fengmian. When Mei Zhou can't hold back, our goal will be achieved."

Every time he said something, Bo Qingrong's eyes became more and more serious.

By the end, he had completely calmed down and nodded slowly: "Yes, Uncle Song, I understand."

He paused and said in a deep voice: "I was careless this time. Chen Fengmian's style of dealing with things is too different from that of ordinary people, I..."

"It's okay." Manager Song smiled softly and stood up straight: "He doesn't play according to common sense, so we can change the way."

This time, Rongshengtang did not rush to launch a new event immediately, but instead became quiet.

At the beginning, everyone was curious and had some expectations, but after two or three days, there was no movement, and everyone gradually lost interest.

Zhenpinzhai, who had been silent for a long time, finally welcomed customers. An older man, with a little girl of six or seven years old, put the cloth bag in his hand on the sofa as soon as he entered the door: "Where is the boss?"

Lying on the rattan chair, he swayed three times. Chen Fengmian, who was already drowsy, barely opened his eyes. After a whisper, he saw someone coming, and quickly stood up to meet him: "Good afternoon, old man."

After looking at him, the old man frowned: "Where is your boss?"

Xiao Ba asked for leave today, and Chen Fengmian smiled with a good temper: "I am."

Without waiting for him to doubt, Chen Fengmian had already poured two cups of hot tea over: "Please sit down, I'll put your tea on the tea table, it's a bit hot."

The little girl sat down without saying a word and glanced around.

Seeing her sitting down, the old man covered his lips and coughed, and sat down opposite Shen Fengmian: "Boss, are you collecting things here?"

"Shoulder." Chen Fengmian leaned slightly, his eyes focused, showing his interest: "What are you playing with?"

"I won't play." The old man straightened his back and spoke strongly: "If you want to take action on the things left by his predecessors, you can see what price you can give."

Isn't this one?

Chen Fengmian was really interested. He watched the old man carefully take out something from his cloth pocket and pushed it carefully.

Just after taking a look, Chen Fengmian frowned secretly.

The shape is indeed very good, and Fengqi Yuwu's carving is also exquisite, but this is a bamboo carving.

There was no need to get started. He could see that this thing was a bit shallow in age just by just taking a glance like this.

Chen Fengmian reached out and picked it up quietly. It was not heavy when I bought it, but it felt pretty good.

"This is a good thing left by my grandfather's generation." The old man looked carefully, but couldn't see if Chen Fengmian liked it. He secretly guessed his attitude, but his face was still peaceful: "This was used by the high-ranking official, and there was a seal on it."

Chen Fengmian gently stroked his fingertips and pondered: "This chapter was not stamped by the user, but was the trace left by the sculptor."

"Oh, that's right." The old man couldn't make up his mind and could only follow his words: "This is a high-ranking official of the Ming Dynasty..."

He talked endlessly about the scenery of his ancestors back then. In this way, he was returning home in glory and had a great glory. Unfortunately, he encountered a major change later, and very few people remained.

Chen Fengmian did not interrupt him, listened quietly, and only then did he gently click on the bamboo pen holder after he finished speaking.

"Please look, old man." He said calmly: "As soon as you touch this texture, you will know that it is made of bamboo that has grown for two to four years. This bamboo has a fine texture and is moderately tender. After being carved into a tool, it is polished and smooth, and it is no less than flat wood grain."

What happened two, three, four years, the old man was a little dizzy when he heard it, but he still didn't say anything.

"The patterns on it are very gorgeous. Look, this is not a bird, this is a phoenix, and the phoenix lives in the wu. The meaning of this painting is very good." Before the old man could smile, Chen Fengmian added another sentence: "Generally speaking, the bamboo carvings in the Ming Dynasty are simple and simple, and there are few small devices; the bamboo carvings in the Qing Dynasty, the solid and elegant period of the Kangxi period, and the works in the Qianlong period are mostly gorgeous and magnificent."

"Oh, I understand what you said." The old man raised his eyebrows and pointed at the bamboo pen holder: "You mean that this is not from the Ming Dynasty, but from the Qing Dynasty!"

Chen Fengmian nodded slowly and said in a deep voice: "Look at this color. If the works of the Ming Dynasty are mostly dark red, the works of the Qing Dynasty are dark brown and brown yellow. The lighter the color becomes."

"..." The old man looked at the light yellow pen holder in Chen Fengmian's hand, and his face completely sank: "What else, you say!"

Uh, I'm so angry.

Chen Fengmian coughed and explained responsibly: "This, a famous bamboo carving master in the Ming and Qing dynasties, basically had no habit of leaving a name for his works... In terms of knife skills, in the Ming and Qing dynasties, there were a group of special craftsmen with dual identities such as literati and craftsmen. Their works often had smooth knife skills, clear painting and profound artistic conception..."

The carving in front of me can only be said to be unsatisfactory. If you really want to say how exquisite and smooth it is, it is really a bit reluctant.

"This is a simple and simple texture! What you said just now is the same as being wise and foolish!"

Whether the knife skills are good or not can be seen from the details at a glance. Chen Fengmian smiled helplessly: "Old man, I have no other meaning. I just want to say that this is indeed a work from the late Qing Dynasty. The knife skills and style are not the same concept..."

"Don't tell me about these things that are not available!" The old man was so upset and waved his hand: "Just say, how much is this worth!"

Chen Fengmian pondered for a moment and said slowly: "Three Thousand."

Antiques! Three thousand!?
Chapter completed!