"Huh? These beads are very similar to the string of rosary in our museum..."

He held a bead in his hand and twisted it one by one. After looking at it for a while, Zhao Hongtao suddenly exclaimed, looked up at Fang Yi, and said, "Fang Yi, do you know what the origin of this bead is?"

"This string of flowing beads was passed down by my master, so I don't know much about the others..." Fang Yi shook his head. He could not say that this string of agarwood flowing beads was stolen by his master from the Eight-Nation Alliance, and Fang Yi did not know much about his master's past.

"Hong Tao, do you think there are such agarwood beads in our museum? Why don't I know?"

When Mr. Sun heard Zhao Hongtao's words, he was stunned. His son had seen the same agarwood rosary abroad before. Unexpectedly, Zhao Hongtao actually said that there was a string in their museum, so how many of these beads were there in total?

Moreover, Mr. Sun has been working in a museum all his life, and he knows everything inside. If he had seen similar agarwood rosary, he would definitely remember it, but in Sun Lianda's memory, he had no impression at all.

"Teacher, this is what happened after you retire..."

Zhao Hongtao stared at the string of agarwood beads and said, "Three years ago, a pastor who had lived in Jinling gave a string of agarwood beads to the museum, but the string of beads was a bit damaged, and I never put them in the booth..."

Jinling was destroyed by a war more than half a century ago, which caused great damage to the city. However, during that war, many foreign friends also formed deep friendships with Jinling.

The pastor Zhao Hongtao mentioned was a German who lived in Jinling. The grandfather of this pastor once joined the Eight-Nation Alliance, so he had an indissoluble bond with China. When he was in his teens, he followed his father to live in this country.

After that tragic massacre, the pastor left Jinling. More than half a century later, he returned to Jinling at the age of 80 and donated a batch of things his ancestors plundered from China, including the string of agarwood beads.

Although foreigners also wear jewelry, few people wear things on their wrists, and there is no such thing as cultural relics. The beads were added by the priests and placed in the attic were once eroded by rain. Their quality had become very poor. If Zhao Hongtao had not been paying attention to miscellaneous cultural relics, he would probably not have noticed the beads.

When Zhao Hongtao saw this string of beads, he felt very sorry, because after his research, the string of agarwood beads was most likely a handheld by Emperor Kangxi in the early years. However, the pastor only sent six of them from old agarwood, and the rest were beads that were later matched, which were considered a defective product.

"Hmm? This is a coincidence. A few days ago, Xiaochao said that he had seen beads like this abroad..." After hearing Zhao Hongtao's words, Sun Lianda couldn't help but look surprised on his face.

You know, the general handhelds are either eighteen or thirty-six. Sun Chao found eighteen abroad, including the twelve of Fang Yi, and the six mentioned by Zhao Hongtao, this string of thirty-six handhelds is actually complete.

"Ah? There is such a thing? This is really strange..." Zhao Hongtao was also surprised when he heard the teacher talk about the conversation he had in the ward a few days ago.

Over the past hundred years, the country has not known how many precious cultural relics have been lost abroad. It is possible that bronze porcelain or calligraphy and paintings can be preserved. Unexpectedly, all the beads that have been dismantled have been found, and there are still many.

"Fang Yi, this is a treasure-level thing, you have to keep it..." After sighing, Zhao Hongtao carefully handed the bead back to Fang Yi, and he couldn't help but remind him a few words, for fear that Fang Yi would put it on his wrist again.

"Brother Zhao, I understand. I don't wear it anymore..." Looking at Zhao Hongtao's eyes, Fang Yi smiled bitterly. In his opinion, such beads are objects that are calm when practicing Taoism. How can they be effective if they are not worn on them?

However, after knowing that wearing beads regularly will cause damage to them, Fang Yi was also doing good. He planned to put the beads under the pillow, put them on his wrist before sleeping and meditating every day, and place them when he works during the day.

"How is it, Hong Tao, I said that Fang Yi may not be able to like you with beads, right?" Sun Lianda turned his head and looked at Zhao Hongtao with a smile in his eyes.

"Teacher, these two are simply incomparable..."

Hearing the teacher's words, Zhao Hongtao smiled bitterly and said, "Fang Yi's string can be called antiques, and my string can only be said to be cultural relics. However, if this string of yellow rosewood has been for so long, its value will definitely not beneath the agarwood beads..."

What Zhao Hongtao said is the difference between antiques and cultural relics. Antiques must have a long historical year. In the Kangxi year, these agarwood beads could only be regarded as cultural relics, but hundreds of years later, the agarwood beads became antiques.

By the same token, the bracelets of Huanghuali given by Zhao Hongtao are now cultural relics, but after years of hardship and a hundred years, these beads are as precious as this string of beads, because the material of this top-quality Huanghuali is not under the agarwood.

"Teacher, the beads that Brother Zhao gave me are already very precious..."

Seeing that the teacher was still a little unyielding, Fang Yi quickly spoke up to smooth things over to Zhao Hongtao. He knew that Zhao Hongtao gave these strings of yellow beads not because of how deep the friendship he had with him, but because of the teacher's face.

"You kid is kind..." Sun Lianda looked at Fang Yi liked him, and said with a smile: "Hong Tao, it's better to teach people how to fish than to teach people how to fish. Do you understand what the teacher means?"

Sun Lianda did not think that the things Zhao Hongtao gave were cheap. On the contrary, it was already very expensive to send items worth tens of thousands of yuan at one move. If it were Sun Lianda himself, he would never accept them.

However, Sun Lianda's intention to bring Zhao Hongtao here today was to let him teach Fang Yi some knowledge about antiques and miscellaneous things. Now Fang Yi is planning to do business in cultural relics, and what he lacks is the knowledge and experience in this area.

"Teacher, I understand what you mean..."

Hearing the teacher's words, Zhao Hongtao couldn't help but smile bitterly. It seemed that the teacher was really concerned about this disciple. If he didn't hand over his skills to Fang Yi, he would probably not be able to pass the teacher's level.

"Okay, just understand..."

Sun Lianda laughed. As the saying goes, "Sixty is right when he is, and seventy is right when he is willing. Sun Lianda is about to reach the age of doing what he wants, and he is not afraid of others saying that he is biased. Now Sun Lianda is just thinking about cultivating Fang Yi.

"Hong Tao, do this. You don't go home at noon, so let Fang Yi go to your office every noon. You can explain the knowledge about antiques and miscellaneous things to him. What do you think?" Sun Lianda did not give Zhao Hongtao any chance to shirk.

"Whatever you say, Hong Tao, I will do whatever I want..." Zhao Hongtao agreed immediately. If he wanted to win the position of director, he still needed the teacher to help him at the senior management. How could he go against Sun Lianda's intention?

"Old Sun, congratulations on receiving the good disciple. Xiaoman, I would like to toast you..." Seeing that Sun Lianda was in high spirits, the matter of accepting the disciple came to an end, Man Jun also stood up and raised his glass.

"Xiaoman, I want to thank you more. Fang Yi has thanked you for taking care of you these days..."

Sun Lianda did not take any airs and picked up his wine glass and drank it all. However, after putting down the wine glass, Sun Lianda said, "Xiaoman, since Fang Yi has become a teacher, I want him to live there, so that I can teach him some things on a daily basis. What do you think?"

Although he has a good sense of Man Jun, Sun Lianda was afraid that Fang Yi would live in Man Jun and be blinded by the greed brought by the antique dealers, so he still wanted Fang Yi to live with him. Anyway, Sun Lianda also has a house near the museum, so at worst he could just move here.

"Ah? Of course this is good, but let's listen to what Xiao Fang means..." Hearing Sun Lianda's words, Man Jun's answer was a little insincere. You know, Fang Yi is a link between him and Mr. Sun. If he moves away, the relationship will gradually become alienated.

"Teacher, I'll live in Brother Man for the time being..."

Fang Yi thought for a while and said, "Brother Man has been engaged in antiques for some time. This experience is worth learning from. There are also some channels for purchasing goods. I also need Brother Man to bring more, so it will be more convenient to live here..."

After knowing the teacher's reputation in the antique industry, Fang Yi naturally understood why Man Jun was so eager to curry favor with the teacher. He knew in his heart that if he left like this, even if Man Jun had broken off his relationship with the teacher, these words were for Man Jun.

As soon as Fang Yi finished speaking, Man Jun cast a grateful look at him.

Man Jun thought very clearly that as long as Fang Yi lives here, Mr. Sun will come here often. If this matter is spread, even if Mr. Sun doesn't help him identify any items, then no one in the Jiangnan area will dare to sell fakes to him.

"What you said is..."

After hearing Fang Yi's words, Sun Lianda thought about it in his mind. It is true that he can teach Fang Yi knowledge, but he cannot teach Fang Yi to do business. Fang Yi is now engaged in antiques and cultural relics, so he really needs a familiar person to lead him into the industry.

"So that's it. You go to my place to study for two hours every night, and then come back to ask Xiaoman for some business things. Fang Yi, do you think it's OK?"
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