When Chen Shuo first applied for the major, he applied for Chinese language and literature in the Chinese Department. Chen Jianwen did not suggest that he should study history at that time. Unfortunately, this brat did not accept his suggestion.

Now it seems that I shouldn’t have studied Chinese language and literature. If I had studied history at the beginning, how could I have such virtue? A thousand-year-old red sandalwood box, with the upper and lower lips touching it, would be quoted a thousand.

If you put it in an antique shop, it is a piece of goods that deserves to be slaughtered.

"This is a dowry from the Ming Dynasty, which is a box used by ancient women to wear jewelry. Do you see the flowers, birds and cloud patterns on it? This carving technique has an obvious style of the late Ming Dynasty.

There is also this jade, which is the finest mutton-fat nephrite. Now it is Hetian jade seed material.

The ones on it are withered peonies. Although people in the Ming Dynasty generally loved plum blossoms, women especially loved peonies."

Chen Jianwen pushed up his glasses and continued to introduce the box, "Especially this wood. Sandalwood and red sandalwood were valued by the court in the Ming and Qing dynasties. It is definitely not something that ordinary people can use. They must have a certain status and grade to be able to use sandalwood.

For a woman who makes a dowry made of fragrant red sandalwood, her mother's family or her husband's family will definitely be a wealthy and powerful family."

After listening to what the old man said, Chen Shuo nodded repeatedly, and then asked the question he was most concerned about, "How much is this box worth?"

"Sandalwood and red sandalwood were loved by the royal family in the Ming Dynasty. It can be seen that the carving technique on this dowry is not from the imperial craftsmen, but it is still well preserved."

Chen Jianwen thought for a moment and gave a very conservative quotation, "At least one million and upwards."

"one million?!"

This time it was Chen Shuo's turn to exclaim, and then his heart beat faster than expected. He got rich, got rich.

He reached out and took the wooden box, held it in his arms, and poured out all the rags inside. It was such a waste of things. Putting these rags in a box worth millions was a waste of natural resources. This would be punished by thunder.

After selling this box, I will buy a house and a car. I will also buy a good car and live in a villa. Oh, one million is not enough without a luxury car and villa.

"Actually, the price of the dowry can be estimated, but this..."

Seeing the old man pick up the gray ball, Chen Shuo suddenly felt as if he had a luxury car in the villa again.

Chen Jianwen held his breath and observed the ball carefully. He closed his eyes and gently touched the hollow patterns on it with his hands, as if he was feeling the depth and weight conveyed by it.

After feeling it for a long time, he opened his eyes and opened the ball. When he saw that there was a broken marble in the incense bowl inside, he asked, "Who did this?!"

"Uh...I did it."

The old man raised his hand and was about to hit his head when the door clicked and Bai Xiaoqi came out of the bedroom, holding the changed sheets and quilt in her arms, ready to take them to the washing machine for cleaning.

Seeing this, Chen Jianwen could only put down his hand angrily and pick up the water glass instead.

Although it was freshly boiled water, after leaving it for a while, the water temperature was still acceptable. After drinking it all, he cleared his throat, picked up the ball in his hand, frowned and asked, "You put it in this thing?"

Stuffing pinballs?”

"I'm just using a pinball to check this Huntian... No, I'm just checking this gyroscope. Dad, just tell me what this is, what it's used for, and how much is it worth?"

"This is the sachet. What do you think it is for?"

"Sachet?" Chen Shuo stared at the ball for a few times. In his impression, sachets are small red cloth bags. Is such an iron ball also a sachet?

"Yes, the sachet from the Tang Dynasty, whether it is made of materials or decorations, is definitely from the Tang Dynasty at first glance. In antique terms, it has a big door opening, and it is definitely something that was used by the imperial court of the Tang Dynasty.

According to our modern naming method, it should be called a hollow sachet with gilt silver patterns, flowers and birds. There is a similar collection in the Provincial Museum, which is a national first-class cultural relic. I took you to visit it when you were a child, have you forgotten?"

"oh....."

Chen Shuo suddenly realized that it was no wonder he felt familiar before. He had seen it when he was a child, and then he became excited again.

"Then how much is this thing worth?"

"How much is it worth? How much do you think a national cultural relic is worth? It's impossible to estimate the value of this thing."

Speaking of this, Chen Jianwen's expression became rare and serious, "Don't think about selling. Cultural relics from the Tang Dynasty are not allowed to be bought and sold, let alone things of this level. Selling them will lead to a prison sentence. I would rather hand them over."

also..."

Hearing the word "hand in" pop out of the old man's mouth, Chen Shuo raised his hand and snatched the ball away, and even handed it in, what the hell!

"This is handed down from ancestor Qi Qi. It is a private collection. There is no need to hand it over."

Bai Xiaoqi, who was next to the washing machine, glanced at the living room. Was that round ball originally passed down from her ancestors? Why didn't I know?

"I didn't tell you to hand it over, I just told you not to sell it."

"Don't worry, I won't sell it, I'll keep it at home for collection."

Chen Shuo rubbed the ball in his hand, and his excitement gradually faded away. It seemed that this thing was useless if it couldn't be sold.

Chen Jianwen looked at the sachet in his hand, stood up and walked around the room twice, then sat back down, picked up the kettle, poured himself a glass of water, and said in a casual tone:

"Things like antiques and antiques have spirituality. The older they are, the more so they are. They must be kept well and cherished. You..."

"Dad, do you want this sachet?"

"I...."

Chen Shuo's words immediately interrupted Chen Jianwen's spellcasting. He opened his mouth, but he couldn't do it anymore.

Of course he wanted it, but he was too embarrassed to nod his head and looked at the sachet eagerly. As a hardcore literary and entertainment lover, he really had no resistance to such good things.

There seems to be a bunch of antiques in my study, but they are basically from the Qing Dynasty and have little value or historical heritage.

If you could put this Tang Dynasty sachet on it, let alone reach out and touch it, just looking at it every day would be a kind of happiness. This would be a beautiful thing.

It's a pity that this thing is an ancestral inheritance from the future daughter-in-law's family. Although I don't really believe this, it is still hers. If it belongs to this kid, I have to come over no matter what.

It would be a waste for him to hold such a good thing.

After struggling for a long time, Chen Jianwen decided to pull his old face down, leaned over and said in a low voice: "Well, I don't want it. You and Xiaoqi can discuss it and see if you can lend me this sachet for appreciation for a while.

I will give it back to you."

"You can take it if you want it. Why don't you borrow it?" Chen Shuo was quite generous and directly handed over the ball in his hand. This thing couldn't be sold anyway, so it would be annoying to keep it at home every day.

Chen Jianwen glanced at the sachet in his hand, but did not take it. He continued to speak in a low voice: "I just want to borrow it. I don't want it. And you should discuss it first so as not to cause conflicts when the time comes."

"Okay, I'll go talk to her."

Chen Shuo stood up. In fact, he felt there was no need to say anything. That silly little A-meow must be what he thought. No, she must be more troubled than him.

A good thing is obviously very valuable, but you can't sell it. If you sell it, you will have to go to jail. Is this reasonable?

Bai Xiaoqi was hanging clothes on the balcony at the moment. The father and son were talking in the living room. She listened wherever she went. When she saw Chen Shuo coming over, she directly said: "Give it to uncle."

"Then shall we sell that wooden box? If not, I can keep it as a souvenir for you, and you can also put something in it in the future."

"Are you a dummy?"

Bai Xiaoqi looked a little worried. Isn't this guy stupid?

When she overheard that the box was worth millions, she was first shocked and disbelieving, then excited and excited, then happy and longing, but now she was worried.

Since that broken wooden box can be sold for money, and can be sold for one million, shouldn't you quickly find a fool to take advantage of it and sell it?

He actually wanted to take it as a souvenir for himself and also put it in it.
Chapter completed!