"Boyi Pavilion, give me a blue and white plate with lotus patterns."
"The Gracey Pavilion, a set of 12 volumes of Flower and Bird of the Republic of China."
...
The dim sky was as dark as ink, and it drizzled all over the sky. The street in front of them was covered with a layer of curtain, making it hard for people to see it clearly.
Lin Hai, the Rong Zhen Pavilion in the center of the Flourishing Age Ancient played street, happened to be the 50th birthday of the shopkeeper, Rong Zhengfeng. Those who came here were all senior players who were rarely seen in Lin Hai. They were all experienced players. Naturally, their gifts were all various kinds of precious porcelain, calligraphy, painting, bracelet, and snuff bottle. The atmosphere in the hall was full of joy.
Under the eaves.
Fan New Year's Eve had been standing at the door alone with a huge gift for more than an hour, but no one received him. He could only stand there awkwardly. His whole body had been wet by the cold rain.
Honglong.
A clap of thunder resounded through the sky, and the sudden flash of lightning lit up his delicate face. He came to his senses with his slightly dull eyes and shivered.
"Is the famous Mr. Fan even afraid of thunder?"
The people sitting in the hall burst into laughter.
Fan New Year's Eve was indeed very famous on this antique street!
He was not outstanding. On the contrary, he was a good-for-nothing and a laughing stock on the Flourishing Age fright Street. He was well-known for being useless.
He was an orphan, and his grandfather had brought him up. He had set up an antique business with his grandfather since he was a child. After his grandfather's death, due to his lack of vision and his lack of eloquence, he was often cheated and was unaware of it. He suffered losses seven times over and became increasingly poor. He was jokingly called the most useless person in the Natal Opening Realm.
His legend in the industry had become a joke and a joke after a break.
A year ago, the old master of the Treasure House, Rong Yuande, made a ridiculous decision.
As long as Fan New Year's ceremony was a betrothal gift with the six stools carved with red sandalwood and dragon patterns passed down from the ancestors of the Fan family, he would marry Rong Wan, the granddaughter of the most beautiful woman in Lin Hai, to the son-in-law of the Rong Zhen Pavilion.
As soon as the news came out, it caused a great uproar. Everyone thought it was a joke, but they didn't expect it to be true.
It was useless for his family and relatives to oppose the noise. Rong Yuande seemed to have made up his mind to marry his grandson-in-law. The filial Rong Wan had no choice but to get married to Fan New Year's Eve.
After seeing her grandfather's marriage certificate, Rong Wangning tore it off on the spot. Then she ran away from home in anger and went to study in the capital.
Except for Old Master Rong, no one thought highly of this marriage. The other people of the Rong family took advantage of this humiliation and asked everyone not to talk about it or admit the engagement. As long as they saw Fan New Year's Eve, they would definitely throw him out and never let him come to their house.
Ever since he got his marriage certificate, he had only seen Rong Wanning once, and he had never even held her hand.
"He's just a piece of trash. Even if he wears a jade garment made of gold threads, he can't break a piece of good bone."
"How shameless."
All the guests were talking and laughing.
Fan New Year's face turned green and red, and he could only bow his head nervously without saying anything.
"All right, don't stand in the way at the door. Come in."
Rong Zhengfeng, his father-in-law, said with disgust, "What kind of gift did you bring? Show it to everyone."
"It can't be fake, can it? Last time, I heard that it cost 3,500 yuan to buy a fake ancient flower bud, or was it produced by our Natal Opening Realm?"
"Hahahaha..."
A few experts laughed so hard that they were about to burst into tears. As an antique streeter, it was simply absurd.
Fan New Year's Eve suppressed the look of ridicule in others' eyes, put the package on the table solemnly, and said seriously, "This is the fine product I bought with all my efforts. It can't be fake."
Everyone's voices immediately became quiet when they heard this. They looked around curiously. Just what exactly did they obtain? Why was they so confident?
The thing was very big, and the plastic cloth was tightly wrapped.
"He is going to get into big trouble."
In the crowd, Zhang Bufan, the young master of the Bo Jie Pavilion, was gloating with a cold look in his eyes.
When the package was opened layer by layer and what was inside was revealed, the surroundings suddenly became silent.
Everyone was stunned. What was that?
On the table, a beautiful copper fetus appeared in front of everyone with a silk band and a Chinese bell. Everyone was stunned.
Hahahaha, all of a sudden, the overwhelming laughter almost overturned the roof...
"It's beautiful and exquisite. The copper sculpture is made of good materials and its painting is extraordinary."
An old man with a goatee held back his laughter and said, "With my decades of experience, I can say that it's worth 1,000 yuan. This is a piece of art made by the company. I made tens of thousands of it at that time... Of course, it's not fake."
"Hahahaha..."
Everyone seemed to be trying hard to hold back their laughter and nod their heads.
Fan New Year felt that something was wrong. Everyone seemed to be looking at a fool, especially the members of the Rong family, whose faces were livid with anger.
"You good-for-nothing, get out of here."
Rong Zhengfeng could no longer suppress the anger in his heart. He grabbed Fan New Year's collar and gnashed his teeth. "You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?"
"Some people say that this is..."
It was not until then that Fan New Year's Eve thought of sending the birthday bell. It was simply contempt and insult to the Rong Zhen Pavilion. He was so flustered that he wanted to explain something, but he couldn't say anything because of nervousness.
Not far away, at the corner of the stairs on the second floor, a pair of beautiful eyes looked at Fan New Year's performance with deep disappointment.
"Get out, get out. It's a shame. Get out!" Rong Zhengfeng picked up the bell with a livid face and threw it directly into the trash can.
Fan New Year's face was abnormally red and embarrassed. He stood there awkwardly and did not know what to do.
"Hey, this silly boy, he offended my father-in-law. Why don't you apologize quickly?"
Not far away, a fat guest couldn't stand it, so he coughed to remind Fan New Year.
"Father-in-law, please have some tea!"
Fan New Year's Eve seemed to wake up from a dream. He stood up in a panic, picked up the teacup on the table, and handed it over.
Rong Zhengfeng reached out coldly to grab the teacup and poured it on the ground. His eyes were cold and disgusted. "You can't afford it. Your life will be shortened. Who do you think you are? You don't need to be attentive in our Rong Zhen Pavilion."
Fan New Year's face turned pale, and he was stunned on the spot. There was a burst of soft laughter around him.
"Get out of here. You are too useless. You can't enter our circle, and forcing yourself to stay here will only embarrass yourself."
"Yes, get lost!"
The rest of the guests looked at him with disdain, and the atmosphere froze for a moment.
"I, I'll come back another day."
Fan New Year put down the teapot, squeezed out a smile awkwardly, turned around and left alone.
"Come on, let's drink tea. Not everyone can drink the Pu'er tea of our Rongzhen Pavilion."
His father-in-law's cold and mocking voice sounded behind him, and the surrounding voices became enthusiastic again, as if they were not affected by Fan New Year's Eve at all.
For them, Fan New Year's Eve was just a non-essential clown. He could not even make fun of him.
As he walked out of the drizzle, Fan New Year's head was buzzing and he was walking in a daze.
"My brain is not working well. Is it embarrassing again?"
"I seem to be embarrassed. Why can't I do it well? Why?"