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"Sir, I think this is the first time we meet. Why are you so hostile to me?" Song Youan asked calmly while looking at the other party.

Lin Chaoyang was disdainful in his heart, but he pretended to say, "I'm not targeting anyone. I've always emphasized the rules. Rules cannot be abolished, let alone the rules set by Elder Dong."

"This isn't some ordinary place where anyone can just show up."

"Boss Lin, you've gone too far!" Chen Fei's eyes flashed, and Song Youan could clearly feel that his body beside him suddenly tensed up, and he was obviously at the critical point of exploding.

"Chaoyang, that's enough!" Old Dong finally shouted angrily, "I only agreed to A Fei's invitation because Miss Song has something good in her hands. Do you think I'm unreasonable?"

But the more Mr. Dong acted like this, the more Lin Chaoyang felt that he was partial to Chen Fei.

good stuff?

What good can an amateur do? Does she know what good things are?

"Grandpa Dong, please don't be angry." Song Youan spoke slowly, her tone calm and playful. "As a newcomer, I should have taken my things out sooner. I just didn't expect this gentleman to be so prejudiced against me. I even wondered if I had the words 'I'm Mr. Chen's female companion' tattooed on my face. Otherwise, this unwarranted malice is really baffling to me."

"I said, I'm not targeting anyone, I'm just talking about the rules." Lin Chaoyang said expressionlessly.

Song Youan sneered and nodded. "That's good. I'm not targeting anyone, but I do feel offended. I hope this gentleman will apologize to me and Mr. Chen after he looks at my things."

Too lazy to continue arguing with him, Song Youan took out his cell phone and sent a message to Chi Yu, asking him to send the things in.

The people present didn't know what she was doing, and whispers began to rise.

"This lady looks like she really has something, doesn't she?"

"Having something is one thing, having something good is another."

"Mr. Chen is not a man who doesn't follow the rules. I trust him."

"Let's wait and see. This girl said she's an amateur and probably doesn't know anything."

Lin Chaoyang was even more dismissive of Song Youan's behavior, and sneered in his heart: He was just being mysterious.

Soon, Chi Yu came to the box personally holding a box with a combination lock. Everyone present knew Lanting’s general manager and was very surprised by his sudden appearance.

Then, under everyone's puzzled and shocked gazes, Chi Yu walked up to Song Youan in a serious manner and stood in front of him.

Song Youan simply said, "Put it on the table."

Chi Yu nodded, walked forward and placed the password box side by side with Mr. Dong’s golden nanmu box.

Then he turned around and left without saying a word.

Because he knew that outsiders were not allowed to enter Mr. Dong's appreciation meeting, this was not a place for him to stay, so he had to leave immediately after delivering the things.

It was precisely because of Chi Yu's sudden appearance that these people had to re-examine the identity of Miss Song.

Mr. Chi from Lanting serves her exclusively?

Song Youan didn't keep anyone in suspense. He walked up to the box, turned the combination lock, and opened it. Then, under everyone's gaze, he took things out one after another.

A green jade vase from the Fuguang kiln.

A scroll.

There are also two golden gold ingots.

Placed side by side with the Dazhao and Tianbai jade brought by Mr. Dong, there were now four different Dazhao products on the table.

"Is this the Fuguang Kiln green jade vase?"

Old Dong's eyes lit up. Even though he had seen countless good things, he was still very excited when he saw such a large floating kiln. He quickly took out his silk gloves and put them on, then carefully picked it up.

When everyone heard that this vase was from the Dazhao Fuguang Kiln, they were all shocked.

Lin Chaoyang and Song Yan were even more dumbfounded.

Floating Kiln?

How can it be?

Lin Chaoyang moved forward with a questioning look. The sun had already set by then, so he couldn't see the magic of the vase changing color when exposed to light. However, with his many years of experience in handling antiques, Lin Chaoyang could still tell whether the vase was real or fake.

Especially when Mr. Dong turned the bottom of the vase over, everyone saw a leaf on the seal on the bottom and exclaimed in surprise at the same time.

"There are leaves, these are the first batch of Fuguang kiln!"

"It's really rare that it's been preserved so well."

"I've only seen one bowl-sized Fuguang kiln vase. There's no vase-sized one left in the National Museum."

Lin Chaoyang couldn't suppress the surprise in his eyes, but he knew in his heart that he had been slapped in the face. The two emotions were pulling back and forth, making the expression on his face particularly wonderful.

"Miss Song, what is this?"

The Fuguang Kiln surprised and delighted everyone, and some people couldn't wait to point at the scroll and ask.

Song Youan gently unfolded it and said, "This is an authentic work by Han Mo."

The word "Fang Hua" jumped into everyone's eyes. Some of them were great collectors of calligraphy and painting. When they heard the name "Han Mo", they squeezed forward vigorously.

"It's really Han Mo's handwriting."

"Even the seal is from the earliest period. This character should have been made before Han Mo passed the imperial examination."

"This is even more rare!"

The calligraphy and paintings were fragile, and even though everyone was amazed and excited, they did not dare to touch them rashly. They could only lie around the table to appreciate them carefully, and some people even took out magnifying glasses to observe the details.

Lin Chaoyang and Song Yan were dumbfounded again.

How come there are still authentic works of Han Mo?

"Mr. Dong, this..." Lin Chaoyang pointed at the words and hesitated to speak.

Mr. Dong read it attentively and nodded: "Excellent calligraphy, excellent calligraphy, worthy of being the calligraphy of Master Han Mo, flowing like clouds and water, free and unrestrained and heroic!"

The words are real too!

Lin Chaoyang looked up at Song Youan, but met her smiling and playful eyes.

He felt a thin layer of sweat on his back and his face was burning hot.

He seemed to slap himself twice.

Chen Fei was the first person present to appreciate the Fuguang Kiln and Han Mo's original works in advance, so his attention was now all on the two huge gold ingots.

"Miss Song, you didn't say you still have this thing." Chen Fei said meaningfully.

Song Youan raised her eyebrows slightly and whispered, "We can't take out all the good stuff at once, right? Then there won't be any surprises today."

Chen Fei smiled and reached out to pick up one of the gold ingots. It was golden and without any impurities, obviously official silver.

Moreover, the gold ingot was terrifyingly large, a size that Chen Fei had never seen before.

"What a good thing! You still have two." Chen Fei looked at Song Youan and whispered, "Sell me one."

Song Youan looked amused and asked, "Isn't it inappropriate to say this in this situation?"

Chen Fei glanced at the excited crowd around him and continued in a low voice, "You are all experienced people. If I don't grab one first, there will be no share for me in a while."

As soon as Chen Fei finished speaking, someone came up to Song Youan and asked quietly, "Miss Song, are you willing to sell this original work of Han Mo? I'm willing to pay 30 million!"