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The warmhouse was supposed to be bursting with vibrant colors, but there was only one type of flower.
It was the orchid.
Large and small, they filled the entire warmhouse.
An old man with white hair and beard sat in a wicker chair, took a sip of tea, then gently set it down as a man in his fifties hurried to refill his cup.
This white-haired elder was none other than Elder Gu Qingfeng, the Old Patriarch of Yubao Square, now over eighty years old.
Standing aside was Gu Cheng, his adopted son.
The newly poured tea was steeping with aroma, but Elder Gu didn't drink, instead silently gazing at an orchid in front. After a moment, he finally asked, "Did Zhang Yi really pay Eight hundred yuan for a nucleus carving?"
The Old Patriarch found it hard to believe.
Nucleus carvings were becoming less and less valuable.
Except for works by masters.
And the key issue was that fewer people were collecting nucleus carvings nowadays.