Rebirth: How a Loser Became a Prince Charming - Chapter 408

[Four hundred and six China’s broad]

It’s a pity that Renay’s time is too tight. After he returns to California, he has to mail back the specific contract, and he wants to become an art agent of the beauty of the world as soon as possible.

And the lifeblood of supply is tightly grasped by Qin Guan, let alone the price of commercial art in China is really cheap.

Can it be cheap? Even if these are intangible cultural heritage, the price that can be sold to the Chinese is only 30 RMB!

This is the rhythm of being ridiculed to death by many housewives, but the old beauty likes it.

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As the layout of the store gradually filled up, the crowd at the door increased. If Guo Nuoyan had not blocked a sign that opened tomorrow, it is estimated that those people would have rushed in and competed.

Pieces of small Su embroidery ornaments are placed on the treasure rack painted with purple and purple paint. The golden sunlight is projected, and the fluffy kitten on the top is playing with the hydrangea, which is lifelike.

The green, yellow and white ‘customized Tang San ribbon-covered rouge box’ contains duck egg powder made by Yangzhou ‘Xie Fuchun’ using soybean flour and rice flour.

In the transparent glass bottle is ice musk oil with black hair, descaling, antipruritic and detoxifying functions.

All of them carry the mysterious heritage of ancient China.

The old beauties outside the door burst into exclamations. The more these people looked at the goods on display, the more excited they became. This is a shop for artists, this is a haute couture shop for the rich!

Just by looking at the value of these works of art, you can see the cunning of this young Asian shopkeeper. The most common collections are sold in batches, and the real good things and exquisite goods are all taken out later.

Qin Guan opened the penultimate box, but under the watchful eyes of a group of onlookers, he took out the handkerchief in his pocket, very devoutly wiped the floating soil in his hand with a silk handkerchief as white as falling snow, and put the handkerchief in his hand. to the grocery box.

He gently held up the objects inside, with a hint of obsession, and slowly read: “Why are there enough jewels in the world, how can they be like a pill of mud in Yangxian…”

The slight sweat from work did not affect the face of this Asian boy. At this time, he was reading a poem in Chinese that most of the people present did not understand. His slightly closed eyes and gently shaking head were everywhere. It showed his relaxed and happy mood at this time.

Like a scholar in a blue robe, the bamboo forest is rustling, the breeze is blowing, and the light purple sand in his hand is drinking a cup of pastoral tea for himself.

‘Wow hoo hoo’ applause sounded one after another,

outside the door.

Lao Mei doesn’t understand purple sand, poetry, and feelings, so they understand that the person in front of them is just like a painting, so beautiful.

Qin Guan smiled at the people outside the door, and gently placed the purple sand made by Mr. Gu Jingzhou in the center of the compartment. Everyone’s eyes moved with Qin Guan’s slender fingers.

In the compartment where the sun can’t shine, this pocket-sized pot shaped like a lotus flower reveals its true content.

The round belly is smooth, the patterns are clear, the lid and the pot body are tightly stitched together as one, and the beautiful pot handle, like the stem of a lotus leaf, is playful in summer.

The most mysterious thing is that in the shaded corner, the whole body of this purple clay teapot reflects a scorching, golden-sand-like texture, which is extremely noble and elegant.

The English-style white teapot, in front of it, is like mud under the feet. It should not be too high, and the one on the shelf will not fall into the extravagance of the king of the pot.

The shock wave was just one after another, and everyone was stunned for two minutes. Just when Cong Nianwei opened the last box, it was completely crazy and exploded.

Nanjing Yunjin, a brocade in hand, I have it in the world.

Well that’s not an exaggeration.

In a society with such advanced modern textile technology, Nanjing Yunjin still maintains its traditional characteristics and unique skills.

Yunjin is named for its bright and splendid color, as beautiful as the clouds in the sky.

It is the first of the four famous brocades in China.

The cloud brocade that Cong Nianwei was holding in her arms was specially made by a manufacturer. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is hard to find in the world.

The bottom of the cloud brocade is full of bright red silk satin. Through the special weaving method of Nanjing cloud brocade, gold thread, silver thread, copper thread, silk, silk, and feathers of various birds and beasts are woven and woven by hand. Whole piece of damask.

Because of the complexity of the production process, the piece of Nanjing Yunjin in Cong Nianwei’s hands, which is only two meters wide and five meters long, is the most expensive piece of art.

“Let’s, let’s go in!”

“Miss! Can you show us the fabric in your hand? We belong to the design studio!”

Guo Nuoyan at the door was almost eaten alive by these crazy women. Nostrils were gouged, his cheeks were pulled, his shoes were crushed, and the crazy women were about to break through the last barrier.

Another sentence from Qin Guan made the people outside the venue quiet: “This is not for sale. It will be publicly auctioned at the designer’s top material auction…”

Xiami!

If you do this too much, then the top predators will let them succeed in this group of small designers?

Are you kidding me?

Qin Guan gave Cong Nianwei a wink, and his girlfriend carefully opened a storage box and stored this piece of cloud brocade.

“But the piece just now is not for sale. You must know that some smaller ones can still be sold.”

Qin Guan took out the last item from the bottom of the box, five sealed and beautiful paper tubes. The shell of the kaleidoscope that I was infatuated with as a child looks like a shell.

With two beautiful fingers, the objects in the paper tube were slowly pulled out, and a beautiful silk scarf with pieces of natural silk was displayed in front of the crazy designers.

Thin, as light as cicada wings, transparent, sunlight penetrates the fine weaving threads without hesitation, bright, bright colors are like the best gift of nature.

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Everyone quieted down, and their eyes shone with the light of determination. All the people around were their enemies.

The cylinders were opened one by one, and the five silk scarves revealed their true appearance, just like the ladies in the boudoir, finally reaching the age of marriage

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Spring orchid and autumn chrysanthemum, each has its own merits. The European and American people’s fascination with silk is suppressed in the bones.

The production in the Vermont embroidery workshops, before these real boudoir nobility, is somewhat lacking in its heritage.

The voices of the people outside the venue were shivering coldly, but the fiery insides kept surging out.

“Dear boss, no! Art collectors! Where’s the price of silk scarves?”

Qin Guan’s big white teeth swayed in front of their eyes, and the silk scarf that made them dizzy with him also swayed in his hands, It’s just as dazzling.

(To be continued.)