Chapter 98 Antique Master
Upon seeing this, Song Yan quickly took out his business card and handed it over with an apologetic smile: "Mr. Chen, my surname is Song, and I am You'an's uncle."
Chen Fei was a smart man. He took the business card hesitantly without looking at it. He just nodded lightly.
Then he continued to invite Song You'an: "Come with me, and I will introduce you to Mr. Dong."
Song You'an regrouped her mood, and when she saw Chen Fei handing over his arm in a gentlemanly manner, Song You'an pulled it up, and the two of them left Song Yan behind.
"What's going on? Why is your uncle here?" Chen Fei asked in a low voice.
Song You'an rolled her eyes sadly: "How do I know that this appreciation was not organized by you? If I had known he was here, I wouldn't have come."
"What? You don't have a good relationship with your family?" Chen Fei asked curiously.
Song Youan glanced at him sideways and snorted: "Don't treat him and I as a family."
Chen Fei nodded understandingly and threw Song Yan's business card in the trash can without even looking at it.
When Song Youan saw this, he smiled with satisfaction.
In the middle of the hall, there was a white-haired old man in a black Chinese tunic suit, surrounded by many people. He was seen holding a small rusty bronze cauldron in his hand, playing with it and observing it. The onlookers also followed it carefully, and some people nodded from time to time. Express admiration and praise it as a good thing.
"This is Mr. Dong, the leader in our country's antique industry." Chen Fei turned sideways and whispered in her ear.
Song Youan nodded and asked directly: "What's the background?"
Chen Fei was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "Isn't Miss Song trying to use this opportunity to accumulate contacts?"
Song Youan looked around and asked innocently: "Aren't there others?"
Chen Fei couldn't help but chuckle, and then nodded: "I have this idea more or less, but no one has ever spoken out her thoughts directly like Miss Song."
"Then you're still laughing at me." Song You'an curled her lips.
Chen Fei lowered his eyes to look at her. The delicious fragrance from Song You'an's hair floated on the tip of his nose, which made people fascinated.
"Mr. Dong is a well-known philanthropist in China. The Dong Family Group is not only the best in the country, but also ranks among the top ten in Asia. However, Mr. Dong is getting older and now he only focuses on antiques and charity. His family career has long been neglected. Leave it to the younger generations.”
"But Mr. Dong's prestige and status are unshakable, whether in the business world or the antique world."
Song Youan nodded in surprise: "Isn't that Dong's Audio and Video Entertainment also owned by them?"
"Yes."
"I remember that when Cheng Xianhe first debuted, he signed with Dong's Entertainment." Song You'an looked up at Chen Fei and said bluntly: "That time in the office building of Hua Fei Industrial Park, when we met, the person next to you was Cheng Xianhe?”
"Did you recognize it?" Chen Fei was slightly shocked, but admitted: "It's her. Her latest studio is opposite you."
Song You'an blinked. Chen Fei thought she would continue to ask, but Song You'an did not continue the gossip.
If Cheng Xianhe is really Mr. Chen's secret girlfriend, then her breaking through this window will only embarrass Mr. Chen, which is unnecessary.
Although she was curious about the relationship between the two, she didn't really need to know. After all, it had nothing to do with her.
"This is a bronze tripod from the late Northern Liao Dynasty. It should be used for burning incense."
At this time, Mr. Dong spoke. He is an expert in the industry and has collected countless treasures. As long as ordinary antiques pass through his hands, you can know whether they are genuine or not.
He talked eloquently about the Northern Liao bronze tripod in his hand. At nearly eighty years old, his articulation and thoughts were extremely clear. Song You'an, a layman, listened with gusto. Song Yan was crowded at the outermost edge. Although his ears were listening, his eyes couldn't stop glancing at Song You'an and Chen Fei.
Seeing her holding Chen Fei's arm in a natural manner, although this was a common etiquette for the opposite sex in high-class situations, in Song Yan's eyes it made him more sure that the relationship between Song You'an and Chen Fei was unusual.
Song Yan Company has also been involved in the engineering field in the past two years. If there is an opportunity to establish a relationship with Chen Fei and reach cooperation in the future, it will undoubtedly be a good thing for him.
It's just that he is not sure yet where the relationship between Song You'an and Chen Fei has reached. If Mr. Chen is just playing around, his idea will probably be useless.
But then I thought about it, if he could bring You An to such a private and elegant occasion, could it also indirectly mean that You An also has a certain weight in Chen Fei's eyes?
After all, what he couldn't deny was that his niece was indeed beautiful, and it was not unusual for a rich man to love her.
In this way, Song Yan was inevitably gearing up and eager to try.
"You'an, have a drink."
Song Youan was listening in a trance when a glass of orange juice suddenly appeared in front of her.
She glanced at Song Yan who squeezed beside her impatiently: "Drink it yourself."
Chen Fei also noticed that Song Yan was following him. Considering that Song You'an was invited by himself, and he didn't want her to have an unhappy experience, he led Song You'an through the crowd and walked forward.
Chen Fei also had a high status among these people, and everyone consciously made way for him.
Arriving next to Mr. Dong, Chen Fei whispered to Mr. Dong: "Mr. Dong, this is the Miss Song I mentioned to you."
Mr. Dong's eyes lit up when he heard this, he looked at Song You'an and said, "Are you Miss Song? A Fei often mentioned you to me, but I didn't expect you to be as young as he said."
Song You'an smiled slightly and opened her mouth like honey: "Grandpa Dong, just call me You'an. I was fascinated by what you said just now."
Mr. Dong chuckled when he heard this and called to the two of them: "Come, come with me and I'll show you something good."
When people around him saw this, they all followed him. It was like this in an appreciation meeting. Everyone took turns taking out good things to open their eyes together. There were not so many rules.
It's just that Mr. Dong usually shows off his treasures last, but he didn't expect that today he took the initiative to show off his goodies first.
When they came to the sofa area, Mr. Dong's accompanying bodyguards were holding a nanmu box. This golden nanmu box alone was already worth tens of millions.
When the box was opened, there was a piece of Hetian white jade the size of a human head lying inside.
"Wow!"
“What a big piece of jade!”
"The water is so big that there is no impurity in such a big piece."
"Mr. Dong, is this jade modern or old?"
Everyone onlookers exclaimed in amazement. Everyone had seen Hetian Baiyu before, and it was not a rare treasure for these people even in old age, but this was the first time they had seen one with such a big head.
Not to mention it’s the first time I’ve seen it, I’ve never heard of it.
With a kind and kind smile on his face, Mr. Dong raised his hand and personally moved the Hetian white jade out, and then slowly said: "This thing belongs to Dazhao. It has been more than 900 years ago. It was not easy to get it. My son It took a lot of effort to buy it.”
I took a lazy day off yesterday, hehe.