Became a poor little boy abandoned by his educated youth mother?

But when I entered the room and tried the experiment again using the plan I had recently come up with, it still failed.

An Xueyan looked at the failed product on the table in deep thought. Her theoretical data should have been fine, so why did it fail?

She saw the experimental equipment out of the corner of her eye, and suddenly a light bulb went off in her head. She knew it was a container.

The container she had used for the experiment was made of the wrong material and had poor sealing, causing the medicinal properties to be lost quickly.

It seems that I have to find a way to see if there are suitable experimental equipment abroad.

Since there is no result here, there is no need for her to dwell on it.

After packing up, I prepared to go out for a walk to see if I could find any treasures, just to change my mood.

So we drove to Liulichang, where we could also pick up a lot of good things.

I parked the car nearby, got out and walked in.

This is also a good place for many collectors to hang out.

Today is a weekday, and there are only a few people shopping here. It is freezing cold, and the stall owners are all wrapped in coats and stamping their feet.

He no longer speaks loudly or tells stories. He only introduces the things through his scarf when customers come to his store, and no one knows whether the things are real or not.

Anyway, these stall owners can take a chamber pot and blow it up to be the one used by old man Yongzheng, and they can even fool people into thinking they have picked up a treasure.

She wouldn't believe a word the stall owner said. Normally, she would just buy whatever she liked.

Most of the things she bought were worthwhile, and she wanted to find a good painting or calligraphy recently.

So I just looked at these stalls, squatting in front of the stalls I was interested in for several minutes, and went through several stalls but didn't find anything that suited my taste.

After the opening up in recent years, there are too many fakes and you will be fooled if you are not careful.

"Miss An, I haven't seen anything suitable today. Are you looking for calligraphy or painting?"

Now the stall owner is also familiar with An Xueyan. She often comes here and is not stingy with her money. Many stall owners know her.

Noticing that she had picked out calligraphy and paintings from several stalls, she started asking questions.

An Xueyan nodded and replied casually: "Yes, if there are any good ones, I would like to collect some, or take the ones I like back home and hang them in the study."

The stall owner was also very honest and said straightforwardly, "You are a regular customer. To be honest, I don't think I have what you want here. However, there is a new stall that has opened recently. Many people have bought it there. You can go and have a look."

An Xueyan laughed and said, "You run a business like this, actually pushing customers to other places."

The stall owner waved his hand and said nonchalantly, "You don't even think highly of my stuff. I can't make any money from you anyway, so I might as well do you a favor."

He stated his purpose so clearly, and An Xueyan admired his frank character.

Without any hesitation, he agreed directly, "Okay, I appreciate your kindness. If you have something good, you can come to me. I will give you a good price and make sure you don't suffer any loss."

When we arrived at the place the stall owner mentioned, we found that this stall was indeed more popular than other places. There were three people squatting in front of the stall, and one of them was bargaining with the boss.

The boss is a middle-aged man with fair skin and a smile on his face all the time, which makes people feel friendly.

The items sold here are quite diverse, including copper coins, small pieces of porcelain, jade, calligraphy and paintings, and so on.

She squatted down calmly and picked up a brush washer to look at it. Hmm, it was made very realistically and the craftsmanship was good.

After putting it down, he picked up other objects and looked at them, and they were all fakes.

Just then, a customer who was looking at the painting next to her shook his head and put it down, so An Xueyan picked it up.

It's a very ordinary painting, but the scroll is a bit strange, which makes it interesting.

"This painting is great. I'll take it back and hang it in my study. Boss, how much is it?"

The boss said with a smile: "Miss, you have a good eye. This painting is a masterpiece by Su Shi from the Song Dynasty. It is unique in the world..."

An Xueyan didn't want to listen to his nonsense, so she interrupted him impatiently and said, "Okay, don't talk to me so much. I don't understand the Song Dynasty. You name a price. If it's suitable, I'll take it. If it's not suitable, forget it."

She acted like a rich lady who had no idea about the business and looked like she was about to leave.

Seeing her like this, the boss smiled and said, "It's not expensive, you can take it away for 800 yuan."

An Xueyan stared at the boss with wide eyes. Does she look like a sucker?

Perhaps he understood the meaning of her eyes, and the boss explained it without changing his expression.

"I didn't sell it even though someone offered me 500 yuan. If you didn't really want to buy it, I wouldn't have been willing to give it to you."

"You're asking for an average person's annual salary. Do you think I'm that rich?

I'll take it back if it's 10 yuan, or forget it if it doesn't work."

"Oh my, girl, your price is too low. My purchase price is more than this..."

After some negotiation, An Xueyan paid 50 yuan to buy it.

After paying the money and leaving with the painting, she didn't see a figure walk directly up to the boss, pointing in her direction and asking something in a low voice.

An Xueyan didn't continue shopping and left with the painting.

He didn't notice anyone following him, so he drove away to the parking lot.

The person following behind watched the car drive away, squinted his eyes and thought for a long time before leaving.

An Qingping had also returned home and was doing his accounts in the study.

It's almost the end of the year, and he also needs to calculate the specific income for this year, as well as the expenses such as the salaries and benefits of his subordinates during the New Year.

An Xueyan entered the study, said hello to her father, and went to study the new painting she had bought.

After carefully examining the scroll, she discovered that it was made of ordinary wood on the surface, but when she picked it up, she discovered that there was a mechanism inside.

There is indeed a mystery.

He took out tools to open the mechanism, and finally took out a well-wrapped silk painting from inside.

Carefully unfold it, and you will see a vivid picture of a thousand miles of rivers and mountains.

This painting was sold for 6.6 million yuan in the previous life, but unexpectedly she picked it up.

This is a huge bargain!

I was so happy that I couldn't help laughing out loud.

Hearing the noise, An Qingping looked up and asked with a smile, "Did you find something good?"

"Yeah, Dad, look at this painting. It's very valuable. If you keep it for a few decades, it might be worth hundreds of millions."

An Qingping was very calm and jokingly asked, "Are you willing to sell it?"

An Xueyan shook her head vigorously: "I can't bear to do that."

Although she initially collected these things because they were valuable, she had to sell them unless her financial situation allowed.

Now this has become her simple hobby!

An Qingping said calmly: "So no matter how valuable it is, it's still just a painting."

Anyway, he doesn't understand that this is not something to be eaten or drunk, so no matter how valuable it is, it is of no use to him.

It would be better to work harder to earn some money.

"By the way, this year's profits are out. Want to see them?"

She also liked money, so she said without hesitation: "Yes, how much money did you make this year?"

Her father kept her in suspense, "You'll know when you see it."