Hu Tu was very curious about why he remembered these things? Why did he remember the knowledge he had never deliberately remembered? He was stunned and felt incredible when he could say those obscure content like memorizing.

Then he thought of Hu Xiaolian, and he believed that this was inseparable from the mysterious lotus platform. He held it gently with both hands, a bright smile appeared on his face, and thought, "It's not a bad thing to remember when it's better. However, it's better to be sure."

Mr. Chen exclaimed: "Boss Hu, you have a deep knowledge. If you can enter the antique industry, you will definitely be a talent."

"No, I can't." Hu Tu waved his hand, "If you have a specialty in your profession, I'm more familiar with nuclear carvings."

"Boss Hu is modest," said Mr. Chen. "You know the history of nuclear carving and inherit the technology of nuclear carving. You can be said to be well-versed in ancient times and modern times. I admire this person who specializes in antiques. I have seen many nuclear carving masters, but they are not as powerful as you."

Hu Tu knew that Mr. Chen was flattering, and that this flattery had a purpose, but he still felt the pleasure of being flattered. He laughed secretly and thought: "It turns out that being a person in the antique business is a unique skill. Even a person who is so down-and-out and ragged can flatter such a comfortable flattery, fresh and refined without leaving any trace. It's really amazing."

At this moment, he suddenly understood why the ancient emperors were close to villains, because when they were close to villains, they always felt very happy in their comfort zone, and being close to virtuous ministers meant coming out of their comfort zone. The difference in feeling between the two was so great that even if he understood, he was still very happy.

"Mr. Chen praised it." Hu Tu smiled happily, "I remember when I was in school, I learned an article called "The Story of the Nuclear Boat", which talked about the knowledge of carving. I also fell in love with carving at that time, so I read a little more."

Mr. Chen immediately replied: "I also remember that article, which describes the nuclear boat "Dongpo Red Cliff Tour" made by Wang Shuyuan, a lurking artist in Yushan during the Tianqi period of the Ming Dynasty. The characters are vivid and the boats are like picturesque. They have been selected into the Chinese textbook of junior high school. It is said that he can use wood with only one inch diameter to carve houses, vessels, figures, birds, beasts, trees, mountains and rocks, all of which simulate the shapes of those things according to the original patterns of things, and carve them in their own patterns and vividly. His works are also called one of the three masterpieces of nuclear carving in the Ming Dynasty. Unfortunately, there are very few works handed down from generation to generation."

Hu Tu nodded and said, "The book says that the peach pits of Wang Shuyuan in the Ming Dynasty, the walnuts of Xing Xian, and the olive pits of Xia Baiyan, can be called the three bestsellers of the kernel carvings." He listened to Mr. Chen carefully, as if he had met a like-minded person, and even completely ignored his original purpose. Even the words he rarely said to others were spoken continuously.

Mr. Chen nodded repeatedly and said, "Yes, the core carvings they made have been circulating today have become antiques. In the current market, core carvings are in full swing, and antiques in this area have also risen. It's just that there are too few works, and only a few pieces are fried, and the age is not long, so the price is not outrageous. If you want to collect antiques in core carvings, I can act as an intermediary. The core carvings from the Ming and Qing Dynasties are not easy to find, but it is still easy to get them in the Republic of China."

After a long conversation, Mr. Chen finally moved to his old business. Although Hu Tu was a little resistant, he could understand his difficulties. He lived a down-and-out life and was unwilling to stay away from the antique industry, so he used his connections that he had been in the antique industry for many years to be an antique intermediary, and charged some fees by contacting buyers and sellers, which was somewhat similar to the intermediary.

Although Hu Tu understood these, he knew very little about antiques, so he did not intend to enter that strange business. So he shook his head decisively and said, "Antiques are exempt. I am a young man, and I can't afford to play with them if I don't understand them, so I won't waste it on it. It's better to spend more time and resources on nuclear carving. Practicing the skills is the right way."

"You're right!" Mr. Chen sighed. He sighed deeply, as if he was regretting something. "I'm just a person who is so arrogant and pretends to understand. As a result, I've forced myself to play a good game of chess in a mess."

He has been in this market for more than a year, selling antiques that were smashed into his hands everywhere. Even the cleaners who swept the floor knew what he had happened, and naturally they knew that the goods in his hands were fake. Therefore, no one was willing to pay attention to him, and many people even regarded him as a beggar, did not listen to him, and rushed to the side when they saw it.

Hu Tu couldn't bear it and said, "Mr. Chen, I have no other intentions. I don't want to be involved in the antique industry because of my personal reasons. Don't..."

Mr. Chen waved his hand and interrupted Hu Tu's explanation. He said, "Young man, you don't need to explain, let alone care about what I think. After so long, I have become numb. However, I still can't understand why a good porcelain has become fake?" He recalled, "I asked an expert to identify my jade pot spring bottle and gave it money. The expert just glanced and concluded that it was fake. The reason I gave me was, 'There are no such things in this world.' Alas, this conclusion is too hasty!" He shook his head and said, "Forget it, I won't mention it anymore. It's all over, and I can't regret it."

Hu Tu scratched his head awkwardly. He subconsciously determined that such a down-and-out person, an antique businessman who does not believe in the entire market, would be unlikely to determine the correct result. Moreover, it is difficult to determine whether the antique is true or false.

Mr. Chen himself admitted his regret, so there must be some reasons that made him realize this and he would find out. Maybe he had already understood what was going on in his heart, but he was just unwilling to admit it.

"Then don't regret it, people have to look forward." Hu Tu comforted him. Then he took a lotus table core sculpture from the core sculpture in front of him and handed it to Mr. Chen, saying, "Mr. Chen, I'm going to close the stall, and I'll end up talking about it today. Meeting is fate, and I'll give it to you. I hope you can forget the unhappiness in the past and start over."

Mr. Chen hesitated for a moment, and finally took the lotus table core carving. It was obvious that his fingers were trembling, as if he suddenly became nervous. He said, "Thank you, thank you!" His voice seemed to be stuttering. He stood aside, watched Hu Tu collect the stall, said goodbye to Qin Yong, who was selling flowers, and left on the electric tricycle. He whispered: "Young man, thank you!"

It's just something worth 20 yuan per piece. If the activity factor is included, the price will be even lower. Mr. Chen carefully put it away, looking at it, as if he was looking at his most cherished antique.
Chapter completed!