Qi Xiang understood very well that this was a look of picking up a hole. Whether it was a big hole or a small hole, as long as it was a hole, the sense of accomplishment and satisfaction was more intoxicating than a good wine, sweeter than candy, making people unable to stop and endless aftertaste...

We must also admit that with the rise of the national collection craze, at least more than 90% of the people who are now playing collecting are for the purpose of picking up bargains and getting rich overnight.

But even though you, Mr. Wei, cannot be regarded as money like a cloud, his professionalism has also made him leave the relatively low-level stage and tend to be more aesthetic.

In other words, the vulnerability that Mr. Wei picked up may not be very valuable, but it must be of great value for fun.

Qi Xiang understood this and was naturally interested: "Master Wei, what thing did you have? Can you open my eyes to me?"

"No problem." Mr. Wei was also readily and handed over the skewers directly.

Qi Xiang stretched out her palms and waited for Mr. Wei to put the strings in place before she could grasp them steadily.

At first glance, he was a little surprised. He saw that the bracelet consisted of fifteen beads. Each bead was about the size of a thumb, very round, and had a mottled and twisted texture on the surface.

But beads like this are clearly artificial fake jade beads.

Qi Xiang looked at it again and carefully identified it, and came to the same conclusion. Such fake jade beads were pressed and synthesized on the industrial production line, with a cost price of up to a few dollars.

Don't look at the bracelets that are bright and beautiful now. As long as you wear them for a long time, they will become dull and even crumbly.

Qi Xiang didn't believe it, and with Master Wei's eyesight, he would fall on this fake bead string.

Just then, Mr. Wei asked with a smile: "How is it, is the thing good?"

"Uh?" Qi Xiang hesitated and said hesitantly: "Master Wei, I'm sorry for my uncle's eyes. I can't see what's good about this string of beads. I'd like to ask you to give me some advice."

Qi Ming is not superstitious about authority, but he is even more convinced that even if Master Wei wants to take a look, he will not make any mistakes on this bracelet. The simple way to eliminate either Mr. Wei is wrong or he has limited eyesight and cannot see it clearly.

Master Wei praised him and looked at him, reached out to take the beads back, then pulled them hard, and actually broke the rope of the beads directly.

In Qi Xiang's surprised gaze, Mr. Wei stuffed a bead to a child next to him, and smiled kindly: "Take it and play."

The child was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said sweetly: "Thank you grandpa."

"good!"

Mr. Wei touched the child's head and walked away a few steps in time so that others would not misunderstand that he had ulterior motives and abducted the child.

Qi Xiang was also a little confused about Mr. Wei's actions and was confused about it.

At this moment, Master Wei flipped his palm and saw a bright bead that shone in his palm.

"Is this?" Qi Xiang's heart moved, thinking.

"Look at it." Mr. Wei handed the beads over again.

Among the beads, Mr. Wei left only one of them.

Qi Xiang was very cautious and took the beads and looked at them carefully. As soon as he got started, he immediately discovered the difference.

There is an idiom in China called fish-meshed beads. Because in ancient times, the eyes of big fish were similar to pearls, some black-hearted merchants simply mixed fish-meshed beads into pearls and sold them, cheating people.

Such tricks of using inferior products as good products and substituting numbers are not uncommon in ancient and modern times, and are not a minority.

But this matter is reversed. If a pearl falls into a pile of fish eyes, who can be sure that the pearl is a pearl, not a fish eyes?

Qi Xiang let out a sigh, smiled bitterly, with a somewhat self-deprecating expression and a little firm: "This is... agate!"

With too many fake things, it is naturally easy to be blinded by illusions, so that the real things are ignored. But now, real things have been selected, and Qi Xiang’s eyesight is poor, he can still identify them clearly.

If nothing unexpected happens, this bead should be a natural agate stone. The color of the things is bright and bright, natural and pure, smooth and smooth. The texture is natural and smooth, the colors are distinct, the layers are strong, and the strips are obvious.

Looking at the light, the beads and glass-like oily lights are shown. Various signs show that this is definitely agate.

"Well, it's agate." Mr. Wei also affirmed his judgment.

Qi Xiang smiled and sighed: "Master Wei, your eyes are still as sharp as a torch, and you can see in slightest observation, you can be called a golden eye..."

Looking at the same bracelet, people easily recognized the beads and picked up a small hole, but he was confused and asked people to remind them repeatedly to understand what was going on. This is the difference.

"You can read more and learn more, and you can do this in the future." Mr. Wei encouraged.

"I will work hard..." Qi Xiang returned the agate beads and then smiled and said, "By the way, Mr. Wei, I have something else to ask you for advice."

"What's the matter? You said." Mr. Wei asked. He was in a good mood now and didn't mind giving advice.

"Does there be agarwood in your old shop? Agarwood fragrance!" Qi Xiang emphasized that this was the main purpose of his stay and waiting for others.

"Chenxiang?" Master Wei raised his eyebrows: "Do you want it?"

Qi Xiang nodded vaguely and smiled, "Master Wei, it's hard to find the fragrance of sunken water now. You should have it in your store."

Qi Xiang repeatedly emphasized that he should sink into the fragrance of water, mainly because he also knows how to do it.

Generally speaking, the greater the density of agarwood, the more resin condensed, the better its quality. Therefore, the ancients often divided agarwood into different levels based on whether it could subside.

If it sinks when it enters the water, it is called the sinking fragrance; secondly, the half-floating and half-sinking are called the stack fragrance, also known as the paper fragrance, the water fragrance, etc.; again, the one that floats slightly into the water and floats on the water surface is called the yellow-shu fragrant.

Qi Xiang designated to be incense, mainly because some people do not believe in the quality of agarwood on the market.

Because the amount of agarwood is small, it also takes a certain probability to form agarwood and is hard to find. Therefore, the ancients regarded the best natural agarwood as a priceless treasure.

In the Song Dynasty, there was a saying that one liang was sinking one liang. During the Ming and Qing Dynasties, the saying directly evolved into one inch of gold.

In modern times, the price of agarwood has soared, far exceeding gold. There are profits, so naturally some people are trying their best to ripen agarwood through some means, and even forge agarwood.

In an era when counterfeits were rampant, Qi Xiang had to be careful to avoid losing or being deceived.

"Shuishen, there is something in my store..."

At this time, Mr. Wei smiled and said, "It's just not too much, it's just two or three taels."

"Two and three taels are enough." Qi Xiang hurriedly said: "I'd like to give up my love."

"Open the door and do business. If you want to buy it, how can I not sell it?" Mr. Wei waved his hand and said, "Let's go and sit in my store."

Mr. Wei’s store is not far from here. He arrived smoothly after a car was sent for more than ten minutes.

It was a store with two floors, with four black characters on white background, dripping ink, and iron painted silver hooks, giving people a classical and charming impression.

The decoration and layout of the store is also antique. The bamboo and wood window carvings, the shiny wooden floors, and the tables and chairs woven by rattan are all full of ancient style.

"Master Wei, you are back."

Qi Xiang followed Mr. Wei into the store, and several smart and capable guys gathered around.

"You guys are busy with your own..." Mr. Wei said. After all, there are still customers in the store, and they left the customers around him one by one, which is putting the cart before the horse.

Several guys also understood Mr. Wei's temperament, so they nodded and dispersed and continued to work.

"Xiao Qi, let's go upstairs."

At the same time, Mr. Wei waved gently and took Qi Xiang to a reception room on the second floor.

"You sit down first, I'll get the agarwood."

Master Wei poured him a glass of water and left the reception room.

Qi Xiang drank a sip of water and looked at the layout in the room with great interest. The windows were bright and clean, the style was simple and elegant. Calligraphy and painting were hung on the snow-white walls, and it seemed that it was a work by a famous artist.

High-end, atmospheric...

This is Qi Xiang’s overall impression of Bo Guyi and elegant play. He was very envious. Thinking about his own small shop, it is impossible to get on the table compared to it, which is a world of difference.

Qi Xiang sighed and admired the calligraphy and paintings on the wall.

Time passed by inadvertently, and more than ten minutes passed in a blink of an eye, but Mr. Wei did not come back.

Qi Xiang was a little strange and wondered whether to go out to see the situation.

At this moment, a guy pushed the door and walked in with a somewhat apologetic smile on his face: "Mr. Qi, I'm sorry, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"It's okay..." Qi Xiang frowned slightly and looked around and said, "Where is Mr. Wei?"

"A regular customer suddenly came to the store. He was Mr. Wei's old friend. He went to entertain him in person." The guy smiled and while explaining, he held the box in his hand: "Mr. Qi, this is the agarwood you want. Mr. Wei asked me to bring it."

Just have agarwood...

Qi Xiang stretched her eyebrows and said with a smile: "Your Majesty Wei has many people, so it's understandable."

The guy nodded and said yes, walked over with a smile, put the box directly on the table, and signaled: "Mr. Qi, as you ask, this is the only remaining sink in the store, you can take a look."

Qi Xiang opened the box and saw a piece of wood that looked like dry bark, which appeared in front of him.

The wood chips are a bit thick and dark brown, only the size of a baby's palm, the texture is relatively fine, and the naked eye can see a little greasy luster.

There is no doubt that this is agarwood, a submerged fragrance that can sink to the bottom of the water.

Qi Xiang looked at it and asked, "Can you get started?"

"Yes..." The guy naturally would not object.

Qi Xiang picked up the wood chips and saw that the surface of the wood chips was not very flat and had wooden textures, but not very regular, as if they were made of many textures.

The most important thing is that the wood chips have no smell and cannot smell the slightest fragrance.

Qi Xiang also knew that this was a normal phenomenon. After all, only when agarwood burns can the fragrance be emitted. If it does not burn, the fragrance of agarwood is in an introverted form, which is very interesting.

"What is the price of this piece of water?" Qi Xiang asked. After researching, he felt that the quality of this agarwood was good and should not be missed.

"Three hundred thousand!" The guy said with a smile, but the price quoted made Qi Xiang's wrist tremble slightly.

"Three hundred thousand?"

Qi Xiang's expression was a little complicated. Although he knew in his heart that agarwood was definitely not cheap, he did not expect that it would be so expensive...
Chapter completed!