Seeing Yang Jing still in a daze, Boss Huang said with a smile: "Xiao Yang, don't be embarrassed, maybe you don't know, it is really a pleasure for me to know you today. I am. This person is like this. When looking at the right person, he likes to communicate more with him. If it is wrong, I don’t bother to pay attention to it. As for you, it happens to be my old Huang looking at the right person. So, I am white. Send you a worthless item, you don’t have to have any psychological pressure. The things in this shop are mine, I give it to whomever I like, and besides, the things I give you are worthless, so you take them back and fiddle with them. Just play."

　　Lao Huang's remarks made Yang Jing even more disturbed.

　　 It seems that Huang really wants to give him something, not just casually talking about it. If I still pick up the omissions under such circumstances, it is really unreasonable.

　　 Grandpa often teaches himself that although people in the industry are proud of picking up leaks, it depends on the situation. Some leaks can be picked up, but some leaks can not be picked up, it is better not to pick them up, this must be decided according to the actual situation, of course, more importantly, do what you want!

　　 Thinking of this, Yang Jing couldn't help asking himself, under what circumstances should I pick up a leak, and when should I not pick up a leak?

Obviously, the big leak that I picked up in the Valdi castle some time ago made me very comfortable, and there was no psychological burden, especially the John butler even dared to ask the police to invite himself to drink coffee, then the one who picked up his house Leakage is naturally without any psychological burden.

　　 But the old Huang in front of him is obviously different from the Vardy family. Although he didn't know him before, he is really good about him today.

　　 If you still miss out in this situation, I can't justify it!

　　 Yang Jing, who has been mixing with his grandfather in the antique business since he was a child, naturally understands a lot of theories in this business. For example, there is a recognized standard of doing things in this industry, that is, "thick face and dark heart!"

　　 These few words directly speak out the core of doing this line. If you can't do these two points, it's difficult to be famous in the industry. And only those guys with a thick skin and a dark heart can make a splash in this industry.

　　 Although it is cruel to say that, the truth lies there.

　　 In this line, most of those who have done their best work, except for those with real skills, are mostly mixed up with a thick face. In fact, even those people have done some shameless things more or less.

　　 Apart from anything else, Yang Jing had seen his grandfather do such things several times. Grandpa is really a good old man, in the antique circle of Tianqu City, he is definitely recognized as a good old man. But even a good old man like Grandpa, didn't he ever do such a thing?

　　 With a thick face and a black face, this is a hurdle that anyone in the antique industry can't get around!

　　Similarly, my grandfather once said that everything is up to you, even if you have a thick face, you must do what you want.

　　 Before, Yang Jing didn't understand what his grandfather meant by "freedom", but today, he seems to understand a little bit.

　　 Thinking of this, Yang Jing secretly made a decision in his heart.

　　 "Old Huang, are you really sure you want to give this thing to me for nothing?" Now that he had a decision in his heart, Yang Jing immediately felt a lot more relaxed, and asked Old Huang half-jokingly.

　　Old Huang stared, as if he was not satisfied with what Yang Jing said.

　　 "Why? My old Huang also spit out and fell on the ground and was the owner of a pit. Since I said I'll give it to you, I'll give it to you for nothing!"

　　 Yang Jing smiled and nodded and said, "Then I'll be more respectful than fate. But Lao Huang, I can't ask for this thing in my hand for nothing, I'll change it."

　　 Old Huang was taken aback, Yang Jing didn't give him a chance to speak either, holding the black "broken stone" in his hand, he wandered to the little Bogu shelf under the west wall. He picked up a pen wash with a price of two thousand eight hundred pounds and said: "Old Huang, if you want to give it, just give it to me."

　　 Old Huang was stunned again, looking at the brush wash, the muscles on his face trembled, gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, this brush wash is for you."

　　 Seeing that even though Lao Huang was very distressed, he still insisted on giving him this brush wash, Yang Jing felt that his decision just now was right.

This brush wash is not a valuable thing, but it is something from the kiln during the Qianlong period. If it is in China, such a brush wash is about 145,000 yuan. Although Lao Huang is priced at 2.8 hundred pounds here, it is also It’s not too high. After all, this is London, not China.

　　 Yang Jing smiled and put the pen wash on the Bogu shelf. Then he said to Lao Huang, "Lao Huang, you said you lost money for the six-year-old shipment?"

　　 Although it is not clear why Yang Jing asked this, he still nodded.

　　Yang Jing said: "Old Huang, you didn't lose money for that batch of goods. On the contrary, you made a lot of money. Now, this thing in my hand is enough to make you earn three times."

Seeing Lao Huang’s look of disbelief, Yang Jing didn’t think he was disgusted. He continued: “Lao Huang, I’m afraid you haven’t seen what this object in my hand is? I’ll tell you now, if I If you don’t look away, the stone in my hand should be a old Duan inkstone, but this Duan inkstone was deliberately made like this, so you didn't see it."

　　 Hearing Yang Jing's words, Old Huang said with an unbelievable expression: "Xiao Yang, are you coaxing me to play? Just such a black broken stone, turned out to be a piece of inkstone?"

Yang Jing nodded and asked: "Lao Huang, do you have tools such as a carving knife? Also, you'd better bring a basin of clean water over. I will find a way to see if I can get rid of the outside of the inkstone. Go down, so you know if this thing is a treasure after all."

　　Lao Huang hurried to the second floor. After a while, he carried a tool bag and walked down. Yang Jing found a carving knife from the tool bag, and carefully carved two knives on the outside of this end inkstone, and found that the layer of things wrapped outside was not as hard as expected, and nodded.

After Lao Huang brought a basin of clear water, Yang Jing put the piece of inkstone in the water and said, “It’s much easier to remove those things after soaking for a while. Don’t worry, inkstones are not afraid of blisters. As long as it is not soaked in sea water, it will not damage the inkstone even if it is soaked for decades."

After the 　　 inkstone was placed in the water, the basin of clear water soon became turbid. After being soaked for more than 20 minutes, Yang Jing picked up the inkstone again. As a result, the inkstone was very different.

　　 Yang Jing found the hard-bristled brush from the tool bag again and began to scrub the inkstone. Without much effort, the layer of wrapping outside the inkstone was cleaned by the hard-bristled brush.

　　 What finally appeared in front of the two people was a shiny black inkstone about 18 cm long ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ cm wide and 4 cm thick.

　　 This inkstone is very similar to the palm of a person's hand. The inkstone in the middle is a standard circle. At first glance, it looks like a black sun.

　　 And the inkstone, inkstone, and edge of the inkstone around the inkstone platform are all carved with extremely exquisite sea ripples, and even the inkstone ponds have patches of sea ripples.

　　All the sea ripples surround the inkstone in the middle. When viewed from the front, the inkstone is like a sea surrounded by a huge sun.

　　 This kind of inkstone has a famous name among the ancient inkstones, it is called "Haitian Rising Sun" or "Haibo Yingri".

　　Lao Huang is obviously also a veteran in the industry. Seeing the appearance of this inkstone, he immediately said in surprise: "This, this is a sea and sky sun inkstone..."

Yang Jing did not speak, but turned over the inkstone. Sure enough, on the back of the inkstone, there was an inscription in regular script: "If it is not square or round, it is not carved or polished. Just a little bit of grinding the stone, moral repair will not feel. It is like gold in smelting, like jade. Li Pu. Duanzhou has many talents and is such an outstanding person, and he is a gentleman in a room." The two script characters "Dianming" are under the sign of "Dianming". (PS: This inscription was originally written by Yu Dian on the inkstone of "Dongtian Yipin Duan Inkstone". I borrow it here, don't worry about it.)

　　Lao Huang looked at the inscription, his eyes straightened immediately, and he stammered: "This, this is actually the end inkstone of the Yudian style? My god..."

　　 Yang Jing smiled and did not speak, but his heart was extremely refreshing, and his body seemed to be washed from the inside out.

　　 Grandpa said well, everything is up to you.

　　 Yang Jing finally understood some of the meaning of this sentence.

　　 There are some things, what to do and what to do...

　　PS: Bow to thank "Kunpeng 3357" 200 for the reward.