Hua Sheng put the snuff bottle back on Yu Ping's handkerchief and slowly took off his white gloves.

"The pink snuff bottle patterns in the Qing Dynasty were very interesting. Most of them were flowers, birds, fish, or landscapes, and there were bold sequels of the Spring Palace. Their gorgeous colors represent good luck and good luck. Emperors of the Qing Dynasty liked this thing very much, so there were pictures of the sunset ladies, the general’s battlefield pictures, and the full picture of the Eight Horses. However, these existed in a relatively large world, and things were expensive because they were rare. If there were too many, they would be worthless. Although you are from a folk kiln, the patterns were very strange. Look at it yourself, what was flowered on it?"

Yu Ping was stunned when she heard this. When Hua Sheng said this, she quickly lowered her head to look at the pattern on the snuff bottle.

She had looked at it carefully before, but she didn't understand it very well. She only thought it was a simple character painting. After all, the bottle body was dirty and could not be seen clearly.

"Is this...what awesome person?"

"Do you understand Chinese painting?" Hua Sheng asked her.

Yu Ping shook her head, "That's all that rich people can learn. I don't dare to think about it, so I have never studied it."

"No wonder... this pattern is Zhong Kui."

After Hua Sheng finished speaking, Yu Ping suddenly realized, then slapped her head and laughed at herself, "Haha, it looks familiar. It turns out that it is the famous ghost king Zhong Kui. I thought this bearded man was the door god."

Hua Sheng continued, "The Zhong Kui picture is one of the patterns that painters like very much. Those famous painters have painted them, including Wu Daozi, Zhang He, Qi Baishi, Xu Beihong, Zhang Daqian, Fan Zeng, etc. Their techniques are also very styled. The painting style on this pastel snuff bottle is very unique. If you look closely, you will find that the painting skills are excellent and delicate. So I guess this pastel snuff bottle may have been written by a talented but unknown painter in the Qing Dynasty. Although the painter is not famous, his painting methods are novel and there are few existing ones, so I think it can be sold for at least 30,000 yuan. Of course, it may be higher."

"Oh my God, there are these names inside. So am I lucky?" Yu Ping looked surprised.

I thought this little thing could make a difference of one or two thousand, but it wouldn't be in vain. If it could be sold for 30,000, wouldn't it be like I'd earn more than 20,000 at once?

"Let me do this, give me the stuff. I will give it to my friend and I will give you 30,000 first. If she sells it higher, I will ask my friend to give you dividends. How about it?"

"No, no, no, 30,000 is a lot, Xiaosheng, thank you." Yu Ping was very content and did not dare to expect the dividends to be paid later.

After Hua Sheng put away the things, he transferred them directly to Yu Ping on WeChat for 30,000 yuan.

When she was over, she planned to go back to the spring breeze in Shili.

But suddenly, she received a call from her colleague Hua Lin, saying that Hua Lin was sick and asked her to go over.

Hua Sheng went directly to Hualin's dormitory building, and a female teacher received her, "Oh, I saw that something was wrong with Teacher Xiaolin in recent days, so I suddenly took a week's leave and didn't come out in the dormitory. I think it might be sick. Seeing that there was no one around her, I thought that she had called you on my phone before and said you were her sister. I just wanted to tell you."

"Okay, thank you."

Hua Sheng nodded, and then was taken directly to Hualin's dormitory by the female teacher.

When Hua Sheng entered the door, it was already 5:30 pm.

Hua Lin was lying on the bed and fell asleep. Hua Sheng touched his forehead and found it was very hot. He quickly helped Hua Lin to the nearby hospital with Chuntao.

In the emergency room

"Hualin's family."

"Doctor, I am." Hua Sheng walked forward.

"She has a fever of 41 degrees, how did she deliver it? Do you know if she will get silly?" The female doctor stared at Hua Sheng.

"I...I only found out today." Hua Sheng felt a little uncomfortable.

"She is not in good condition now, with large-scale inflammation of the lungs and respiratory infections, and needs hospitalization observation. You can pay for the hospitalization procedures." The beautiful novel "hongcha866" Weixin official account, see more
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