Mauri Auction House is an auction house that opened in Tokyo in the 1960s. Although it has not been established for a long time, it has already gained a great reputation in Japan's auction world.

Nakamori Ai is the front desk of the Day Buying Auction House. When she saw someone walking in, she quickly stood up and greeted, "Hello, sir, welcome to the Day Buying Auction House. How can I serve you?"

"Hello, I have a painting of calligraphy that I want to auction at your auction house."

"OK, just a second."

Nakamori Ai picked up the phone and called the manager in charge of reception.

After a while, a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes came from inside and said, "Hello, sir, I am Okamoto Linzo."

"Hello, I am Nanchuan Junma, please take care of me."

"Nanchuan-san, please come with me."

Okamoto Linzo brought Nanchuan Junma to a room similar to a reception room. After someone poured tea for Nanchuan Junma, he asked: "Nanchuan-san, what item do you want to auction?"

"One word, Manager Okamoto, do you know Chao Heng?"

"I have been engaged in this work for many years, and I have studied historical allusions. Of course I know who Chao Heng is. He is the ancestor of the Abe family. He served as an envoy to the Tang Dynasty and finally stayed in Chang'an."

"Yes, what I want to entrust you to auction is a calligraphy by Abe Nakamaro."

"Can I take a look?" Okamoto Linzo said excitedly.

"certainly."

Nanchuan Junma dug in his pocket, took out a rag, and wiped it carefully on the coffee table. He wiped it three times in a row. He was still worried, so he leaned down and looked at the table top carefully.

After making sure it was wiped clean, he opened the briefcase he carried with him and took out a scroll.

Seeing Junma Nanchuan's behavior, Okamoto Linzo felt itchy.

After finally waiting for Nanchuan Junma to open the scroll, he came closer and looked at it carefully.

"I have been ordered to resign from the country, but I am not a talented and loyal minister. I love the Ming Lord in the sky, and I remember my loving relatives overseas. I went to Yujin to pay tribute to the Jinque. The road to Penglai Township is far away, and Ruomu's old garden is far away. I look to the west on the day of Huai'en, and return to the east.

Gan Yichen. I have a sword in my life, which I leave as a gift to the people I make friends with.

Good calligraphy, really good calligraphy, the promotion is indeed Abe Nakamaro's, but this handwriting..."

"Manager Okamoto, please pay attention to the second, third and fourth columns. This handwriting was actually not written by one person, but by several people."

"Nanchuan-san, please give me some advice."

"It is said that three famous poets, Wang Wei, Li Bai and Chu Guangxi, were friends with Abe Nakamaru. The second column is a calligraphy treasure left by Abe Nakamaru after he invited his friend Wang Wei;

Later, Wang Wei passed away, and Abe Nakamaru made good friends with Li Bai and Chu Guangxi, and invited them to keep the third and fourth columns.

You can look carefully and you will see that each column is actually written by a different person. I don’t know who left the calligraphy in the fifth and sixth columns.”

Okamoto Linzo looked at the writing on the table carefully again, and after a long time he said: "Nanchuan-san, I'm very sorry, I don't have much research on Abe Nakamaro, so I can leave this calligraphy, and I'd like to ask the rest of us

Let an appraiser appraise it."

"No, you can find another appraiser, but I must be present during the appraisal."

"Of course you can."

…

"Uncle Ke, is that calligraphy reliable?"

"There were a lot of talented little Japs back then. I can deceive them with these words. I don't believe it. Now there are more powerful Japs than those bastards back then." Ke Jianzhen spoke with gritted teeth. It seemed that his experience back then was not the best.

So pleasant.

"Then I can rest assured. There are many links to this plan."

"I've already thrown away the paintings of hands and feet you sent me. You're just a kid doing graffiti like you, and you still want to pretend to be Su Dongpo?"

Click, the phone hung up.

Nan Yi held the microphone in his hand, his face dark.

Damn, is my handwriting so bad?

Putting the receiver back on the phone, Nan Yi stood up, took off the calendar on the wall, picked up a new page, and then hung it back up.

There is a Cantonese Street in Jordan, which is also called Jade Street.

It's the twelfth day of the tenth lunar month, so it's a good time to open today.

There is a stone betting shop here on Jade Street that will open today.

Nan Yi came here, followed by Dai Wen.

In his previous life, there was a jewelry tycoon named Lin Shouzheng from Hong Kong. He once mentioned in one of his interviews that he made his first pot of gold from gambling at the stone gambling shop in front of Nanyi.

Later, he also bought his lucky star, which was this store.

Well, the story is like this, but Nan Yi doesn't believe it.

"October 12 is today. I want to see which stone Lin Shouzheng opened."

Nan Yi looked at the door of the Stone Gambling Store. There was a sign hanging at the door, which said that in order to celebrate the opening, the Stone Gambling Store had brought back a batch of fine jadeite wool from Myanmar. What kind of Stone Gambling Conference would be held today?

It is more like a roadside stall than a Laoshizi Stone Gambling Convention. The Stone Gambling Shop puts jadeite raw materials on various booths, and people participating in the Stone Gambling are going back and forth to choose as if they are buying vegetables in a wet market.

It's a great day for the opening, and there should be a lot of good products out today.

Nan Yi walked to the booth marked with the number "6". There was a pumpkin-shaped jadeite on it. The staff of the gambling stone shop was introducing: "This is an old pit stone shipped from Pagang, Myanmar. Everyone."

Everyone knows that Pagang is the earliest mine in Myanmar and has a history of two to three hundred years;

The jade produced in it is of the highest quality, and this rough stone is definitely good. You can see that there are pine flowers on the outside of the wool. Experienced people will know at a glance that this is the sign of jade inside."

"According to what you said, there must be jade inside?" asked a middle-aged man next to him.

"I didn't say that." The staff member said, "Boss, since gambling on stones is called gambling, it means that no one can guarantee whether there will be jade in the stone. It is precisely because of this that people can become rich with just one move.

What?"

The middle-aged man stopped talking. As a veteran stone gambler, he certainly understood that even the most experienced stone gambler could not be sure whether jade could be found inside.

"The surface of this wool is yellow and gray. It looks like it was grown in the old pit of Pagang. However, the overall performance is not good. There are many cracks on it." Another person nearby said.

After his reminder, others suddenly discovered that there were many cracks in the wool, and one on the back was even deep into the stone. Many people stood on tiptoe desperately trying to see what was inside through the cracks, but unfortunately, that crack

The crack is not big and you can't see inside at all.

Looking at the expressions of these people, Nan Yi snickered on the side.

This crack is in a very good position. It is in the middle. If someone cuts it open in the middle and sees that there is no jade inside, they will probably cut the side with the pine flowers. If there is no jade, they will probably leave it.

Sell ​​half of it to others at a low price.

Nan Yi planned to have some fun, but his budget was only 100 Hong Kong dollars. It would be best to wait until no one was confident and the remaining rough stones would be thrown away in the garbage, and then he could ask for a free piece to cut and play with.

"This stone is difficult to judge. There are many cracks, but no green can be seen in each crack. It is very risky." Another person beside him said.

The staff said calmly: "It's just because you can't see it, so you have to bet. If you can directly see the inside, then you still have to bet, and the price will be clearly marked for auction."

"How much does this wool cost?"

Finally someone asked an important question.

The staff turned around the sign that had been placed next to the rough stone. It was marked with 20,000 Hong Kong dollars.

As soon as this price was announced, it immediately caused an uproar.

It seems that the stone betting shop also understood that the performance of this rough stone was too poor and did not dare to set the price too high.

The price is not high, some are betting, and the gamblers around them stare at the rough stone as if it were a piece of gold.

At this time, the staff said again: "Bodies, according to the rules of the stone betting shop, the 20,000 Hong Kong dollars is only the minimum price. Bosses can quote whatever they want, and the one with the highest price will get it."

Nan Yi smiled secretly in his heart, "Lin Shouzheng is a character."

While Nan Yi was thinking about it, people were already shouting at the scene. Everyone was here to bet on stones. This wool came from the best Pagan wool from the eight old factories in Myanmar. It was worth a gamble. If you were lucky, you could earn a few bucks. Tens and hundreds of thousands.

Everyone bid, and the price of this piece of wool quickly rose to HK$50,000.

"Is there any other boss who bids? If not, then I declare that this rough stone belongs to this boss."

As soon as the staff of the Gambling Stone Shop finished speaking, a balding middle-aged man walked out of the crowd and stood in front of the stage.

"Boss, do you want to consign it or do it on site? Boss, if you want to do it on site, our Stone Betting Shop has a full set of tools and the best stone cutting masters. If the jade is extracted, our Stone Betting Shop will recycle it at a high price."

"Untie."

When they heard that the balding middle-aged man was trying to unravel the stone, the crowd immediately became excited. Even the gamblers from the booth next door gathered around him, waiting to see the results of the stone analysis.

The staff at the Stone Gambling Shop skillfully moved the ore to the stone cutting machine. Dai Wen approached Nan Yi and asked, "Boss, is this the stone? Does the jadeite come out of it?"

Nan Yi nodded and said, "Yes, but there may not be jade in this piece."

While Nan Yi and Dai Wen were talking, the stone cutter had already started working. He was seen skillfully operating the stone cutting machine, cutting from the largest crack according to the requirements of the balding middle-aged man.

The scene was extremely quiet. Everyone held their breath, with their hearts in their throats, and their eyes fixed on the jadeite stone under the stone cutter.

There was a harsh sound of cutting stone, and the wool was cut bit by bit. It was disappointing. The stone cutter split the whole piece of wool into two, but there was no trace of emerald green.

The balding middle-aged man looked very ugly, but he still refused to give up. He drew a line on the side with the pine flowers and asked the master to continue solving the stone.

But as the stone cutter cut it one, two, and three times, the pine flower wool was cut into pieces of different sizes, but there was still no trace of green.

The balding middle-aged man sat slumped on the ground. There was a burst of ridicule from the crowd and a burst of sympathy sighs.

"I went to the street, lost the bet, and lost 50,000 yuan. This stone is really evil. It's such a good color, but it doesn't have any green color at all. It's really bad."

Some people ridiculed, and naturally some people wanted to pick up the leaks. A person in the crowd walked up to the balding middle-aged man and said, "Would you like to gamble on the remaining scraps? If not, sell them to me."

The balding middle-aged man raised two fingers and said, "I cost 50,000 yuan, cut it in half, and sell it to you for 20,000 yuan."

"Are you kidding me? For this scrap, you still want twenty thousand or five thousand mosquitoes? If you want to sell them, you can take them back to make pickles yourself."

The balding middle-aged man gritted his teeth and said, "Take it away!"

The two parties concluded the deal, and the new owner of the wool asked the stone-cutting master to continue cracking the stone, and the sound of crackling sounded again.

However, Nan Yi's attention was no longer on the stone dissolving machine. He looked at a young man in his mid-thirties or sixteen years old next to him. This man was Lin Shouzheng.
Chapter completed!