Movie variety show soul travels between two worlds to become a rich man

Chapter 34 Antiques Have Spirituality

At the gate of the quaint Huang family compound, the roar of an engine approached, instantly shattering the tranquility. A dark blue imported Suzuki GSX1000 motorcycle approached at lightning speed, then abruptly stopped. Huang Yanyan, wearing a black leather jacket, the tight material outlined her graceful figure, highlighting her handsome and carefree style. Her high boots made her legs appear slender and long, giving her a model-like figure that was enviable.

She stepped out of the car with a graceful, clean, and effortless leap. Then, she reached out and removed her motorcycle helmet, revealing a beautiful, cool face. Her delicate features were as perfect as a sculpture, her eyes shone with determination and confidence, and the slight upturn of her mouth hinted at a hint of unruliness. Her hair, like waves of the sea, fluttered in the wind, its silky smoothness seeming to speak of her sensuality and agility. She walked towards the open gate, creating a stark contrast with the quaint Huang family compound, yet a perfect harmony.

"Miss--"

"Uncle Jiao..."

Huang Jiao, the Huang family's chief steward, who was standing at the door in the main hall of the compound, smiled when he saw Huang Yanyan and called out hurriedly.

"Where's my grandpa? Is he okay?"

"The master is in there, nothing happened, but he's still angry..."

"Well, I'll go in and take a look—" Huang Yanyan stepped into the ancient main hall. Antique furniture made of rare woods and exquisite antique porcelain were placed everywhere in the house.
"grandfather--"

Hearing his granddaughter's voice, Zeng Jiang, who was sitting in a chair with a gloomy face and no one knew what he was thinking, was always playing the villain. . . . Ahem, Huang Kewu, the head of the Huang family, showed a doting smile on his old face with gold-rimmed glasses. He looked at his granddaughter Huang Yanyan who was walking over and said with a smile: "Yanyan is back."

Huang Yanyan showed a cute and coquettish expression. She came to Huang Kewu and squatted down. She took his hand, raised her pretty face and pouted her red lips and said, "I heard that you were angry and didn't even eat lunch, so I rushed back because I was worried. Tell me, who made you so angry?"

Huang Kewu patted his granddaughter's hand lovingly, shook his head and sighed, saying with emotion: "The four clans are becoming less and less united now. They've been arguing for so long over the dominance of an auction house, all thinking about vying for power and profit..."

"Why should they control the auction house? Our Huang family controls both branches, so the auction house is naturally under your charge..."

Ever since Xu Yicheng, the head of the Xu family, sold the Mingtang Jade Buddha head to a foot basin man and was shot as a traitor, the Xu family was expelled from the Five Clans. Huang Kewu was one of the few people who knew the truth. He knew that the Xu family had been carrying a stigma for decades. However, because he promised the Xu family, he kept the secret and at the same time prevented the descendants of the Xu family from entering the antique business again.

However, fate is something that cannot be stopped by humans. The descendants of the Xu family will eventually enter the antique business.

"I'm old, and my only wish is to live a few more years to protect you and give you enough time to grow. As for who has the final say in the auction house, I don't care at all, but..." When Huang Kewu said this, his eyes were deep, his face was solemn, and his brows were furrowed. He seemed to be about to say something, but changed his mind at the last minute and finally chose to continue to conceal it.

"But what? Grandpa..."

"But I'm not at ease leaving it to those three families. They are too selfish... Okay, let's not talk about these unhappy things. You ran out early this morning. Where did you go?" Huang Kewu waved his hand and smiled, then asked while touching Huang Yanyan's head lovingly.

"I went to Panjiayuan morning market and wanted to buy you a nice thing as a birthday present..." Huang Yanyan said, her beautiful eyes flashing, and she couldn't help but think of Gao Dongxu's smirk again.

"Oh? Did you get anything?" "Yes, I've got a fish-ear Xuande furnace from the late Ming and early Qing dynasties..."

"Oh?" Huang Kewu understood the meaning of his granddaughter's words, but did not ask any further questions. He smiled kindly and said, "Since you like it, then this fish-ear furnace must be good."

"Yeah." Huang Yanyan did not explain the problem with the fish ear stove. Instead, she blinked her beautiful eyes and looked at her grandfather who seemed to want to say something but hesitated, not knowing whether she should mention Gao Dongxu to her grandfather.

"Haha, Yanyan, just say whatever you want to say. Did someone bully you? Tell grandpa and I'll help you vent your anger." The experienced Huang Kewu knew Huang Yanyan, whom he had raised, too well. This was the first time she had inadvertently revealed her little girlish nature, especially the slightly upturned corners of her mouth. He was basically certain that his precious granddaughter, whom he had raised, was feeling romantically aroused.

Sure enough, Huang Yanyan, who was thinking about Gao Dongxu, blushed unconsciously. Feeling a little guilty, she quickly denied, "No one bullied me. It's just that today, I met a very interesting person in Panjiayuan who kept picking up bargains at the morning market..."

Huang Kewu listened with a smile to his granddaughter's excited narration of what happened this morning. At first, he didn't care much, but when Huang Yanyan said that Gao Dongxu himself said that he relied entirely on his feeling to determine the authenticity, he was immediately moved. He frowned slightly and his eyes became deep and sharp.

"How old is this person you're talking about?"

"He looks to be in his twenties. I'm not sure exactly how old he is, but his name is Gao Dongxu. He's quite famous in Panjiayuan, nicknamed 'Hot Hand Young Master.'" Huang Yanyan answered seriously, noticing her grandfather's serious expression. Then, expressing her curiosity, she asked, "Grandpa, do you think there really is someone with such an accurate sense? One who can accurately identify the authenticity of antiques?"

"Yes, this kind of people are geniuses gifted by God. I have met such geniuses before. It is better to say that they can feel the aura of antiques rather than relying on feelings to distinguish the authenticity." Huang Kewu narrowed his eyes and said solemnly.

"The aura on the antique?" Huang Yanyan's eyes widened in disbelief as she said, "Grandpa, are you kidding? Why is what you said so fantastical?"

"This is not fantasy or superstition at all, but real..." Huang Kewu's expression was a little solemn, but his eyes revealed a hint of excitement and anticipation.

"Yan Yan, do you know why our Huang family doesn't do business with ghost goods?"

"Of course it's because it's illegal and will attract police investigation..." Huang Yanyan said with a slight frown.

"That's right. This is the most important point. It's against the law. Our Huang family is rich and powerful. We don't need to do anything illegal to affect our reputation. However, there is another reason. Things just stolen from the tomb will carry a strong yin energy. The more ancient the artifact is, the heavier the yin energy. Therefore, this kind of ghost stuff must never be brought home or played with for a long time. The yin energy will wash away the yang energy of the home or the individual." Huang Kewu explained patiently, and then said something that shocked Huang Yanyan's world view even more.

"I've studied antiques my whole life, and only now, as I'm older, do I understand that some antiques have spiritual power!"

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