The attic has all the information about the past and present, and I became rich by becoming a trader

Father Xu kept saying "It's okay", which made Xu Ziyang's face change again and again.

My own father is so polite to Song Youan? This is too unbelievable!

He was about to speak when the sales lady returned. "Excuse me for keeping you waiting, Miss. I just confirmed with the supervisor, and there is indeed a small apartment available in the top floor, but it's nearly 20,000 yuan more expensive per square meter than the other units. If you want it, you have to reserve it today."

The top floor apartment is always in high demand. Song Youan nodded in understanding and turned to Chen Fei and said, "Mr. Chen, look, I haven't bought it yet and the price is going up again."

Chen Fei didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Miss Song, don't try to fool me. The price of my king-class apartment is clearly marked, and I'm not raising the price arbitrarily."

Father Xu, who was listening to the two people bargaining, found it interesting and laughed along.

Song Youan shrugged helplessly: "Okay, then I won't embarrass Mr. Chen."

She felt a little sorry and really wanted a discount because even if she had enough budget, the houses here were indeed a bit expensive.

However, when it comes to buying a house, it is better to do it all in one go. This community has a good location and good facilities, and its high price has a reason.

Besides, she didn't feel bad at all about spending money on her father.

"How about Miss Song sell the other one to me? Then I can consider giving you a discount." Chen Fei suddenly said.

Song Youan was stunned. Another one? Purple Goldenrod?

He shook his head almost without thinking: "Forget it, I can't bear to do it either."

The purple chrysanthemum was taken very good care of by her. The flowers bloomed in abundance and the colors were bright. Looking at it every day made her feel better.

Chen Fei was visibly disappointed when he heard this, but Song Youan suddenly had an idea and his eyes lit up: "Mr. Chen, I do have other good things. Do you want to see them?"

"What good stuff?"

Seeing that Chen Fei was interested, Song Youan didn't keep him in suspense: "Mr. Chen, you should have heard of Fuguang Kiln, right?"

"Dazhao Floating Light Kiln?" Chen Fei was startled and asked quickly, "Miss Song, do you have a Dazhao Floating Light Kiln? Is it intact? Is it a cup? A bowl or a plate? Or something else?"

Chen Fei was a little excited, and his eyes brightened up when he spoke.

This guy is really an antique fanatic!

Song Youan said calmly, "It's a vase, about the length of your forearm, it's rare!"

This sentence caused a big smile to gradually appear on Chen Fei's face: "The vases from Fuguang Kiln are not rare, Miss Song, they are really rare."

"It seems that Mr. Chen is very interested. Give me a discount and I will personally deliver the item to Mr. Chen's office for him to play with it." Song Youan was concise and to the point, he just wanted to save money.

"Mr. Chen, you are an expert in antiques. What is this Fuguang Kiln?" Father Xu listened for a while. When the three words "Fuguang Kiln" came out, Mr. Chen, who had always been calm and introverted, suddenly became excited. Father Xu couldn't help but feel curious.

Chen Fei recounted this casually: "The Fuguang Kiln is a landmark product of the heyday of Dazhao porcelain, heralding a qualitative leap in Dazhao porcelain firing technology. Furthermore, the Fuguang Kiln was only officially operated, not privately, because neither the technology nor the materials used were accessible to ordinary people."

"However, the Fuguang Kiln was only in operation for less than ten years in Dazhao. Later, Emperor Zhaoxiang advocated frugality and prohibited the official kilns from spending so much time and money on the production of the Fuguang Kiln. Since then, the Fuguang Kiln in Dazhao has become history."

"Although the firing technique of the Fuguang kiln was later passed down to later dynasties such as the Northern Shang and Ming dynasties, there seemed to be a technical barrier. The Fuguang kiln porcelains fired in later generations no longer changed color when exposed to light, thus losing the meaning of the word 'Fuguang' and becoming indistinguishable from ordinary porcelain."

"I see." Father Xu nodded in understanding. "No wonder President Chen is so interested in this Fuguang Kiln. Now that President Chen has explained it, I understand."

Song Youan listened from the side and also learned something new.

"Miss Song, are you selling it?" Chen Fei asked, his mind moving.

Song Youan shook his head: "No, Mr. Chen knows how precious this thing is. I have to keep it for myself."

Chen Fei's expression was a little conflicted after hearing this. After a while, he said, "97% off. This is the lowest discount I can give Miss Song."

Mr. Xu standing by was slightly surprised. Being able to pry open Mr. Chen's mouth and get a 97% discount was no ordinary discount!

Song Youan raised his eyebrows slightly. According to the price of the small apartment in the best building, this discount of one million can be saved.

Mr. Chen is really generous. Just to see the Fuguang Kiln, he is willing to pay more than one million yuan as a ticket.

"How about a 95% discount? I'll bring two more original paintings by famous artists for Mr. Chen to see?" Song Youan said.

Since I have to make this trip anyway, the more money I can save, the better.

"Miss Song, you're doing this to me again!"

"Mr. Chen is a businessman. He should understand that he should never reveal all his cards to others."

Father Xu looked at Song Youan with a deeper interest in his eyes, then turned to Chen Fei and said with a smile: "Mr. Chen, you are completely controlled by Miss Song."

Chen Fei sighed deeply. There was nothing he could do about it. Who made him like this?

I can't see Miss Song's cards, but the other party knows my cards very well!

"Then Miss Song, tell me, whose work is this? I want to see if it's worth the 95% discount." Chen Fei had given up struggling and was completely led by Song Youan.

"Liu Fengyan's handwriting." Song Youan said.

Chen Fei looked embarrassed and hesitated for a moment before saying, "Miss Song, have you been to my office? I wonder if you noticed that I have an authentic painting by Liu Fengyan hanging on my wall. As the first person to write seven-character poems, Liu Fengyan left behind quite a few authentic works. Although they are precious, they are not rare."

Song Youan nodded slightly. She didn't notice that there was an original work of Liu Fengyan in Chen Fei's office. She only remembered that she looked up and saw a painting by Wang Chongwen.

"Of course I know this. Liu Fengyan's handwriting is just a convenience. What I really want to show Mr. Chen is Han Mo's handwriting!"

As soon as the word "Han Mo" came out, the expression on Liu Fengyan's face froze, and then he slowly looked at Song Youan with an incredible look.

He has been studying antiques for nearly ten years, and the only time he saw Han Mo's original work was in the Nanyang Museum. The calligraphy was hanging high in a glass room, and he could only take a glimpse of it from a distance.

Compared with Liu Fengyan, the calligraphy works left by Han Mo are really rare, perhaps even fewer than those of Fuguang Kiln!

"Miss Song, if you have anything good to say, why not tell me all about it?" Chen Fei came back to his senses and just asked Song Youan to give him a quick death.

Song Youan just smiled and said, "That's so boring. Maybe I can cooperate with Mr. Chen in the future."

Chen Fei took a deep breath, feeling a little unhappy.

Miss Song knew his preferences too well, and he could not resist the temptation and could only let her take the lead.

As a seasoned business executive, this inevitably made him feel a little uncomfortable. To be honest, he didn't like this feeling.