Wenbaozhai.

Yang Xiuwen handed several volumes of calligraphy and painting to Zhang Li and asked him to help frame them, and then went up to the second floor.

Zhou Xingwen was holding his blue and white cloud dragon stove and looking at it when he saw him coming up.

After putting it down, he said, "Xiu Wen, I'm back. I heard from your Uncle Qian that your performance was good, just in time. I have something to tell you."

First he pointed at Yunlong Stove, then picked up a card from the desk and handed it to Yang Xiuwen.

He said, "All your antiques, calligraphy and paintings were sold, and they are all in this card. The card was issued in your name. The copper incense burner from the mid-Qing Dynasty in your shop was also sold together. With the 100,000 yuan given by the director, the card

The total amount is 1.15 million. I will keep this Yunlong Furnace for myself, and the price will be 50,000. I will give you the money later."

Yang Xiuwen stood up and took the card.

Then he said: "Master, if you still recognize me as your apprentice, don't ask for money for Yunlong Furnace. I asked you to see Yunlong Furnace in the first place because I knew you liked Yuan Qinghua, so I kept it specially for you. Do you think I can ask for money?"

In fact, that's what he thought at the beginning, otherwise he wouldn't have gone through the world with just two paintings.

I have been apprenticed to my master for such a long time, but I haven’t given anything to the master. The Yunlong stove is just right.

Zhou Xingwen looked at the apprentice in front of him and felt extremely satisfied. He had a good taste.

Judging from his action of accepting the card, he is very casual, he does not take money seriously, he understands etiquette and knows how to advance and retreat.

After a while, he said, "Okay, master, I will accept it shamelessly." Yang Xiuwen continued, "That's right, don't forget, master, you are my father Zhou."

Zhou Xingwen laughed out loud at his amusement.

The two chatted for a while, and he asked Zhou Xingwen, "Master, do you often hold antique exchange activities? Where are they held? Next time, can you take me to learn more about them?"

Zhou Xingwen replied, "Indeed, the time is uncertain. Sometimes it is held once a month, and sometimes it is held once every few months. Remember Liao Hongbing, he is the president of the Xi'an Folk Antiques Association. There seems to be one in a few days. Then you can

Follow me, but don't talk nonsense."

Yang Xiuwen happily agreed to the master, and then told the master that he would go to the museum to see the antique exhibits and improve his knowledge of antiques. Zhou Xingwen nodded with satisfaction.

After coming out of Wenbaozhai, I touched the card in my pocket.

Yang Xiuwen lamented that money was still easy to earn in the 1990s, but in the 21st century...

He shook his head and walked towards the bus stop to the museum.

For three days, he went to the museum for three days in a row.

In the past three days, he was like a sponge absorbing antique knowledge. The massive theories in his mind were mutually confirmed and integrated with the physical objects. This process was even more wonderful than absorbing a large amount of spiritual energy.

Standing at the entrance of the museum, Yang Xiuwen looked at the plaque at the door, Xi'an Museum.

I also find it strange that in my past and present lives, apart from cultivation, I have never fallen so much in love with a certain culture, such as antique culture.

Just as he was thinking about it, Qian Bin saw him after getting off work.

After approaching, he said, "Xiuwen, why are you here? Do you have a problem with me?"

Yang Xiuwen came back to his senses and saw Qian Bin asking him.

He quickly said, "Oh, Uncle Qian, you're off work. I'm not here to see you. I've been at the museum these days. I mainly wanted to corroborate the knowledge in my mind with the antique objects and improve my identification knowledge. I didn't look for it.

You, are afraid of disturbing your work."

Qian Bin was very surprised when he heard this. He knew that understanding antiques is a very boring thing for ordinary people.

Yang Xiuwen loves it so much, which is a good thing.

He said to him, "Don't you think learning about antiques is boring?"

Yang Xiuwen said: "It is not boring at all. On the contrary, I feel like drinking fine wine, as if I am in the long river of history, the change of dynasties, from prosperity to decline, and I am a witness."

Qian Bin's eyes lit up.

After thinking for a while, he said, "Okay, very good, your master has accepted a good apprentice. Okay, I understand, go back quickly, and be careful on the way."

He turned around and went back to the museum. Yang Xiuwen was stunned by Qian Bin's words. What do you mean?

Qinlin Hotel, West Street, Xi'an, conference hall on the sixth floor.

Yang Xiuwen followed his master Zhou Xingwen in and immediately felt like he was back in the Republic of China period.

There were people wearing everything, including long gowns, long robes and mandarin jackets, and Tang suits. There were not many people, about a dozen.

There were more than a dozen chairs placed in the middle of the hall. There was a table directly in front of the chairs covered with dark purple velvet cloth. There was a beam of light coming down from the roof and shining on the center of the table.

Several people were already sitting on chairs, chatting with each other. Bald Liao Hongbing and Sun Jianguo were standing at the door.

When he saw Zhou Xingwen, he cupped his hands and said with a smile, "Brother Zhou, here you go, sit down inside."

Zhou Xingwen also bowed his hands in greeting and said, "President Liao, President Sun, you are fine, thank you for your hard work!"
Chapter completed!