"Trash?"
Yvonne found that description amusing. If she was correct, that box was probably used by the palace during the Qing Dynasty’s Qianlong period. The box’s material was very valuable and highly likely to be Golden-thread Nanmu.
While it was evident that the box was weather-beaten and looked particularly wrecked, its workmanship was exceedingly exquisite upon closer inspection!
The box alone was worth hundreds of thousands, yet it was treated as rubbish?!
Perhaps driven by occupational habit, Yvonne opened her bag and took out a pastel green magnifying glass.
The Young family has been in the antique business for generations and often picked up valuable items on the roadside. It was imperative that a magnifying glass be carried along at all times.
"President Young, what are you doing?"
The old lady could not resist saying, "This is just some rubbish. The servants will come right away and toss this into the bin."
Yvonne kept quiet. As she analyzed the wooden box through her magnifying glass, drops of sweat formed on her forehead!
There was a golden dragon engraved on the box!
Despite going through years of battering, it was only under a magnifying glass that one could barely make out the undeniable fact that the box had been used by the emperor!
Back in the feudal era, there were only a few people who dared to create dragon carvings! It was a time when imperial power reigned supreme authority, and only the emperor’s engravers could create the box.
Her earlier estimation of several hundred thousand had been a severe underestimation. It was worth at least one million!
"President Young? Come and have a seat." William walked over and bowed respectfully to Yvonne. "President Young, the banquet is about to begin."
Yvonne put away her magnifying glass and whispered, "This box…? Whose gift was it?"
"No one!" William hurriedly waved his hand, "Don't get me wrong, President Young, all of our guests today are illustrious people. They wouldn’t give presents bought from a roadside stall. Haha!"
After all, the Lyndon family were equally prestigious and would never admit to accepting such a gift.
As William spoke, he brought the box over and was about to toss it into the bin.
The old lady glanced at William appreciatively. He was such a good grandson and she did not pamper him in vain!
"Wait."
oblivious to the nature of the item! An item from a roadside stall?
box. Almost immediately, Yvonne was dumfounded and a
not be, could it?! Was she
The Boundless Universe Fan?!
How was that possible!
lip tightly and nearly drew
for two main things. The first was seal engravement. It was said that the
as it may, most of those poems were substandard and few people have memorized them well. However, there was
and four; five six, seven
were written by the Qianlong Emperor, but the fourth sentence was written by Ji Xiaolan as
had it that the Qianlong Emperor had written the poem and was so happy with it that he immediately asked the best painter
the hand fan and printed more than a dozen seals on it, which he liked
fan in the entire Qing Dynasty! Qianlong Emperor had named it the Boundless Universe
Forbidden City, but after the Qing Dynasty’s fall, the Forbidden City was completely
this precise moment, she was actually seeing it with
a picture of it for her father. He would be overjoyed to see
this fan away. Don't dirty your hands," William said with a smile. "I know you’re an antique expert. You
Yvonne asked as she raised an
to antiques since the age of seven and had been in the business for more than a decade. Her judgment was
wrong, haven’t you?" Yvonne
hand fan belongs to me." Darryl stood up suddenly at that moment and walked to Yvonne to take back the hand
day, but how many people knew that it was also
fists tightly. So be it then if no one knew about his birthday. Why the hell did he have to tolerate their insults there?
"It’s yours?"
Yvonne looked at Darryl.
one who gave up his seat for me at the Oriental Pearl
heard that he was the live-in son-in-law of the Lyndon family and was a nobody. How could that hand fan
to him!" William exclaimed. "Apart from a loser like him, who else would have the decency to take such
you so much, yet you don’t even feel the
pocketed the hand fan as he
"Who are you accusing of giving a gift worth only several thousand? If you keep making blind
supposed to be a happy day. Stop arguing. There’s something I’d like
Darryl’s direction and