Zhou Lifu's voice suddenly became louder. Without any sense, he picked up the pearl and looked at it carefully. After a moment, he gave Yang Yanzi another sigh:

"I just cut it out, and it's hard to see such a big natural Nanyang beads. Our family just collects a few every year."

Yang Yanzi casually handed the pearl to Zhou Yinger,

"You and Sister Mei each have one, and the man has no share!"

Zheng Huateng smiled bitterly:

"Tell me, black clothes, every time a lady receives gifts and a man works, what's the trouble this time?"

Xiao Yanmei took the pearl, kissed Zheng Huateng's cheek gently, and said with a smile:

"Is it balanced now?"

Yang Yanzi reached into Kunbao and smiled proudly:

"Next, you'll have to open your eyes!"

She flipped her clenched fist and opened it. Two golden pearls in her palm emitted a blurred treasure light under the dim light!

Zhou Lifu stood up from the sofa.

"So big!"

"28.5mm, 24.7mm, how about it?"

Zhou Lifu took the 28.5 pearl, watched it repeatedly, and sighed as he looked:

"Excuse me, amazing. How many years will the clam live in such a big size? What's rare is its shape and luster without flaws. This is what it can be called a true pearl treasure! "

"It's a pity that I lost the scissors and stone cloth. The biggest one is from Sister Linlin, which is so angering me!"

"This...you use scissors and stone cloth to distribute such precious pearls?"

Zheng Huateng asked carefully. Although he didn't know much about jewelry, he saw Zhou Lifu's reaction and knew that these two pearls were amazing things. These two people actually...

Yang Yanzi chattered and talked about the morning diving, and Zhou Lifu smiled bitterly:

"I really don't know what luck you are. The big clam worked hard from Southeast Asia to the waters of Hong Kong Island. I don't know how much suffering I suffered. I didn't expect that I would actually give you pearls."

Wu Di watched coldly, feeling that although Zhou Lifu and Zheng Huateng were rich children, they were not as arrogant as domestic yamen. They should be friends who could make friends. In fact, he didn't know that the rich people in Hong Kong paid great attention to the cultivation of the next generation, and there were few rich second generations like the mainland.

"Brother Zhou, I want to give these two pearls to you to design and make two necklaces. How long does it take?"

"It won't take much time. When our designers see such pearls, their design passion will burst out instantly. It's not surprising that my mother took action himself."

"Oh! If Auntie takes action personally, that would be great. Ying Er, you must do this for me."

"I have nothing to do after taking your stuff. Ziyi, do you have such a big pearl? Our family is willing to buy it at a high price."

"No more, there are two more pills that are only a little over twenty, which is not particularly rare. Besides, Sister Chang's one is going to give to her mother, and my sister-in-law snatched away my one."

"Black clothes..."

Zhou Lifu pondered at the organizational language,

"There will be a jewelry exhibition in Milan at the end of next month. I want to discuss with you that these two pearls are designed and processed by our Zhou Jewelry for free. After the processing is completed, can we borrow it for ten days and return it immediately after participating in the jewelry exhibition?"

"Mine is nothing wrong. I think Sister Chang's problem shouldn't be big, right? Even if he and Brother Zhong get married, they shouldn't be so in a hurry!"

Chang Linlin didn't expect to sit in the house behind closed doors, and the disaster came from the sky, and she blushed immediately. For a moment, the two women became a fuss.

It was already two o'clock in the evening when I returned to the villa, and it was drizzling in Hong Kong. After Wu Di washed up, he picked up the chicken blood seal to admire it for a while, then hugged the carved plate and gave the friend pictures to Hanjiang inside. When he saw it, his face changed drastically!

The painting is still the same painting, but the picture has changed a lot, and it has started to rain on the picture! The person who saw him off has opened the umbrella in his hand, and the thin raindrops connect the sky and the river. The atmosphere of the whole picture is even more sad. Even Wu Di's emotions were affected by the sorrow of parting, and his breathing became rapid.

He put down the carved plate, ran to wash his face, smoked a cigarette, and continued to look through the carved plate. This time he focused his eyes on the mezzanine of the painting. Sure enough, the ink balls and ink lines became wet, showing the shape of an umbrella and raindrops. At this point, the answer was solved, and it was not solved. He found the reason why the picture would change, but he couldn't understand what could cause such a magical effect! Why didn't the wet stains dizzy? What exactly is the ink ball? Has it been changing so much for hundreds of years... Countless questions circling in Wu Di's mind, but unfortunately he couldn't find the answer. At this moment, he had a strong impulse to take out the painting. How could such a magical work be hidden in a carved plate?

Wu Di slipped to the kitchen, took a fruit knife, and carefully pried it up along the perspective carved plate. Two hours later, he was sweating profusely and finally took out the painting.

Put the carved plate in the back bag, then lay on the desk and carefully looked at the strange painting that had just been released. The perspective of the eyes and perspective were different. Although the picture was flat, Wu Di saw that the height, distance, depth, and depth of the front and back, and three-dimensionality of perspective were completely different, and he couldn't help but secretly praised Tang Yin's technique.

Wu Di touched the umbrella with a napkin, but found that there was no wet stain at all, and couldn't help but be amazed. He kept tossing until it was almost dawn before he fell asleep satisfied.

At around ten o'clock, Wu Di was woken up, and the drizzle outside the window had turned into a pouring rain. Wu Di took a look and saw the painting on the desk, so he went downstairs to have dinner. Mr. Yang saw him and said with a smile:

"It's raining heavily today, and you can't go anywhere. It's just right. I'll take you to see my treasures so that the old man Chang can't say I'm stingy!"

Mr. Yang’s treasures are at least several times that of Mr. Chang, but the number of fine products is not as good as that of Mr. Chang. Among them, the jade cong that Wu Di has long viewed is a jade cong from the Liangzhu culture period. This jade cong is green in color, with heavy skin spots on the surface, short square columns, and round holes in the middle. The outer wall is centered on the four corners and corners, and two sets of animal face patterns are carved, and the upper and lower lines are separated by two string patterns. The lower surface of the cong body is carved with a poem written by Qianlong.

It’s not that this thing is more precious than others, but that Wu Di’s first time seeing an antique of such a long time was more touched.

It was not until lunch time that the young and old had come out of the treasure room. Wu Di suddenly remembered that calligraphy and paintings were the most likely to deteriorate when they were just in contact with the air, not to mention that in the humid beach like Hong Kong Island, the salt in the air would completely destroy a world-famous painting that was poorly kept. While he was cursing himself in a confused manner, he thought about how to quickly return to the capital and ask Old Master Yang to frame the strange painting. He had already thought that if this painting was handed over to someone else to frame, he would be afraid that Old Master Yang's saliva would drown him.

Seeing that Wu Di seemed to have something to worry about, Old Master Xiao Yang asked:

"Why? I'm under pressure? With your master, the old man, you will probably have more collections in the future than me."

"No, old man, I suddenly remembered something and wanted to rush back to the capital immediately, but this rain..."

"Oh? What can you do? Can someone else do it?"

"The main reason is that there is a painting that must be framed immediately, especially in the weather in Hong Kong. I am afraid that the weather will be clear and everything will be too late."

"Oh? Are paintings very precious? Go back to the capital to find my brother?"

"Yes, if Mr. Yang knows that I have this painting but doesn't frame it, the saliva will drown me!"

Mr. Yang was moved and said that this painting must be very expensive. If it was not framed, was it obtained in Hong Kong?

"Then take me there quickly and take some basic protection measures first."

Wu Di led Mr. Yang into the room. When he saw the painting on the desk, Mr. Yang's eyes never left again. Fortunately, he did not leave, so he did not see Wu Di's disobedience. The picture at this time was different from when Wu Di looked at it yesterday. It seemed to be in response to the weather, and there was also heavy rain on the picture. In the rain, the distant mountains and people around the world turned into a hazy background, with only the rain curtain connected to the sky and the roaring and surging river, as if they were accusing God, accusing the world of such unfairness! That kind of stubbornness, helplessness, and unwillingness were vividly revealed on the paper, with a strong artistic conception. It was obvious that Wu Di had never felt it from any painting.

"Don't leave friends in the rain, sad autumn, rain curtains are all over the sky, the river roars! Tang Yin painted a gift to friends, so why isn't he giving away his bumpy life? He whistled to the sky and asked God to give him an answer! Since ancient times, the beauty has been so poor, so why is this generation of talented men not? This, this artistic conception has reached the peak of painting! In ancient times, today, both in China and abroad, unparalleled!"

Mr. Yang slapped the desk with a palm, which scared Wu Di.

"Boy, hasn't your master taught you? The materials of silk paintings and paper paintings are different from ink. In a word, it is much easier to preserve silk paintings than paper paintings. If you touch them, in such a humid weather, this painting will feel a little turbulent? But since I saw this painting, I will regret it for the rest of my life if I don't frame it, I will take this job!"

"ah?"

"Why? Don't trust the old man's skills? My elder brother didn't tell you that I and his classmates have always been a little higher than him? By the way, kid, do you mean to take action on this painting? You can go to my treasure room to pick one, no, take two pieces away, just pick it?"

Mr. Yang's expression was very similar to seeing the wolf grandmother in Little Red Riding Hood.

Wu Di shook his head firmly, and Mr. Yang was not in a hurry. Anyway, people and paintings are here, so there is time to talk slowly.

Wu Di’s idea is that even if you exchange everything in the treasure room for exchange, I will not agree!

The weather in the south really looks like a baby-faced person. It was pouring rain the moment before, and the next moment it closed and the rain stopped, and the sun was hanging high. After a meal, the weather turned from heavy rain to clear sky. The old man put down his bowl and hurried into the studio, throwing Wu Di and the others in the restaurant. The other people didn't know the reason, and it was a little strange. Suddenly, a loud shout came from the studio:

"Which bastard stole my painting! I'm so angry!"

Wu Di was shocked and ran to the studio quickly. The paintings were placed there.

The door of the studio was wide open, and Mr. Yang walked out righteously. As soon as he saw Wu Di, he said:
Chapter completed!