Drinking.
Talking.
Time passed quickly.
Evening.
"Please!"
Yu Guangzhi led Tang Qing and the others to a pavilion, with blue bricks, red tiles, wooden beams, and antique furniture, it's where the Yu Family entertains important guests, exuding an ancient charm.
Sandalwood.
Rosewood.
Phoebe.
...
Each piece is a genuine product, visible everywhere. An average person might feel uncomfortable sitting on them. Tang Qing glanced around, and there were various precious antiques on the wooden shelves.
All genuine products.
"I heard that Boss Tang is also knowledgeable about antiques," Yu Guangzhi smiled and said.
Previously.
Ge Feng mentioned that many antiques were placed in Tang Qing's villa, but Tang Qing's interests were wide-ranging: porcelain, calligraphy and painting, brush pots, inkstones, gold and jade, both ancient and modern.
All included.
Such a wide variety, at a glance, seemed 'unprofessional.'
Of course.
He only dared to think this in his mind.
