In the early morning, when the first ray of sunlight accompanied by morning dew shone into the room of Song's hometown, Fang Feiyang also opened his eyes.

This night, he slept so comfortably. When he woke up, he immediately felt refreshed and full of strength. He rolled out of bed, moved his body, and prepared to find clothes to wear.

"Why does this room look so familiar?"

Fang Feiyang found that the bed, the retro crystal lamp in the room, the modular sofa by the wall, and the overall decoration style were all so familiar.

"This is the villa of Song's hometown. I slept in this guest room last time."

Fang Feiyang suddenly remembered that four people drank a total of four bottles of wine at Yipin Tea House yesterday, two of which were whiskeys with a capacity of more than one kilogram. At the end of the banquet, everyone was drunk, and he was the first to drink.

Those who went down are a little scared when they think about it now.

"I don't know how I got here last night. I have no memory at all. I'm really sorry that Master took the trouble to bring me back."

Fang Feiyang felt a little guilty. He was not very strong, but he was 175 centimeters tall and weighed nearly 70 kilograms. It was really embarrassing for him to be helped back by an old man.

If Fang Feiyang knew that with his small body, Mr. Song could lift him up with one hand, I wonder if he would still feel guilty in his heart.

Fang Feiyang was quite familiar with the layout of Mr. Song's villa. After a simple wash, he came to the yard in front. The air outside the house was particularly fresh, filled with the fragrance of fragrant grass.

As soon as I entered the yard, I heard a familiar voice coming over.

"Feiyang, you got up so early? Are you still used to sleeping?"

Following the sound, Fang Feiyang saw a tall old man standing in front of the three-story bonsai stand in the southeast corner of the yard, holding scissors in his right hand, playing with a pine and cypress potted plant.

"Master, morning!"

Fang Feiyang took two steps and came to Song Longshan and said hello respectfully.

"Well! You wake up pretty quickly from this wine. I thought you would sleep until noon at least!"

Song Longshan cut off several branches, turned around and picked up a delicate small shovel, about the length of his hand, carefully and skillfully loosened the soil for the potted plant, then picked up a watering can and sprayed some water evenly.

"Master, do you also have research on potted plants?"

Fang Feiyang watched curiously as Song Longshan took care of the potted plants, his movements gentle and caring, as if he was holding not a plant but a newborn baby. There was also a set of tools behind Song Longshan, including a miniature shovel, the longest

It is about 60 centimeters long, and the shortest one is 10 centimeters, which is only as long as an ordinary mobile phone. It also has a miniature rake, bottles and jars of nutrient soil, and a small watering can with adjustable pressure. It really gave Fang Feiyang a lot of experience.

Song Longshan straightened up, moved his waist, and said with a smile: "When people are old and have no other hobbies, they just like to play with these flowers and plants to find some work for themselves. It's just a hobby, not much research.

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Although Fang Feiyang has not been in contact with his master for a long time, it can be seen that he is very humble and has no airs.

"Master, I want to go to the bookstore today to buy some books on antique collecting."

Fang Feiyang told Song Longshan about his recent planning and arrangements. He felt that he lacked too much in this area. He started playing better than others and did not have as much experience as others. He could only continue to recharge and learn from now on.

"Well, okay, don't choose books that are too professional. Find a few basic knowledge books for entry and read more. In addition, you can also choose a few books on related history and culture to take with you."

Song Longshan knew that the apprentice he had just accepted last night could basically be said to be a novice among novices. It was a good thing to want to learn more now, but he should not set the threshold so high and start from the most basic things.

"I understand, master!"

After breakfast, Fang Feiyang left the luxury villa area of ​​"Waterbank Green City" alone and took a taxi to Xinhua Bookstore, the largest in the city.

In normal times, he might still be reluctant to pay the dozens of yuan for a taxi and would rather squeeze in the bus, but now he has some spare money. The Master Shitao Old Keng Duan Inkstone he picked up was given to Ji from Yipin Tea House.

Boss, he made a net profit of 350,000 yuan at once. Boss Ji also gave him a platinum membership card of "Langting International" as a gift. Last night, he met a famous master again, and the master generously bought him a 500,000 yuan membership card on the spot.

Give him a red envelope.

With yesterday's day's income, plus his savings from the past three years of work, Fang Feiyang's net worth has unknowingly reached close to one million.

After the taxi arrived at the destination, the first thing Fang Feiyang did was to go to the nearest bank to handle the transfer procedures. He transferred this check for 350,000 and another check for 500,000 to his bank account.

The bank staff saw the customer transfer nearly one million yuan into his account and enthusiastically applied for a gold card for him.

After handling the banking business, Fang Feiyang couldn't help but feel a surge of pride. He flicked the glittering bank card gracefully and arrived at Xinhua Bookstore.

The bookstore is divided into three floors, with various books neatly placed on each floor. There are also several tables and chairs in the corners for readers to sit and read the books.

With the help of the shopping guide, Fang Feiyang came to the culture and history area. There were six rows of bookshelves filled with various history books, miscellaneous notes about people, regional customs, antiques and art, the pawn industry, and all kinds of appreciation knowledge. He was dazzled by what he saw.

Don't know where to start.

Finally, after more than an hour of selection, Fang Feiyang selected "A Brief Discussion on Porcelain Appreciation", "Masterpieces of Ming and Qing Calligraphy and Painting Masters", "Characteristics of Chinese Culture", "Experiences of Collecting Antiques" and some exquisite albums.

Why buy a picture album? In Fang Feiyang’s own words, it’s just looking at pictures and making intuitive impressions. Otherwise, no matter how much text you read and no matter how detailed the descriptions are, if a real antique is placed in front of you, you may not be able to match the paragraphs in the book.

Get in touch.

Although Fang Feiyang has this special perception ability, he cautiously believes that this sudden mysterious ability may suddenly leave him one day. Only the knowledge of appreciation that he has truly mastered is king. So he

Make demands on yourself, enrich yourself, and strengthen yourself.

For more than two weeks, Fang Feiyang continued to work. Every time after get off work, he would go to the dormitory to study and study. When doing in-depth research, he also took notes, sorted out the relevant knowledge in the book, and wrote down his questions and doubts. When it was time to take a break, he would go to Song's hometown to ask questions and answer questions.

Although it was a bit hard, he thought it was worth it.

The roommates in the dormitory are also surprised that their brother Feiyang has been focusing on collecting antiques recently. Every time they ask him, he always smiles and says nothing.

Living in a bunk bed with the bedside lamp on at night, Fang Feiyang felt like he was back in college, when the end of the term was approaching and he crammed in for exams. He had to complete a semester's worth of courses in the last few weeks.

Devoured all the key points and notes outline.
Chapter completed!