Chapter 230

"One day!"

Zhang Feng's eyes are wide open. There are not a thousand or hundreds of kinds of woodwork on the ground. If you master them all, you can understand the grain and texture of each kind of wood, the places where the origin may be used, and also study the various other impurities that will be produced in the years. It is impossible for these kinds of woodwork without years of long-term training!

Zhang Feng knew that there were many kinds of wood before, but he didn't expect so many!

"What are you looking at? Just one day, this is not the time given to you by Yang Yingxiong. Who let you boast and promise? Who will end the show if you don't end it now? We don't have much time. You see what to do. Endorse first tonight and master all the names, textures and broken face patterns of all the trees. Start identifying the trees tomorrow!"

With that, Yan Lao took out a thick small book and handed it to Zhang Feng.

The little book is a little shabby. It's obviously not something for a year or two, but it's very thick, at least hundreds of pages.

Zhang Feng turned it casually, and every page was densely filled with black fonts.

"My God, so many!" Zhang Feng was surprised. Now he had something to do.

"It's all the trouble you planted yourself. Make up for it yourself. Anyway, if you can't do it well one day later, no one can help you. You can do it yourself. I'll go first and go home to bed!"

Old Yan knocked his pipe, got up and walked outside.

Zhang Feng scratched his head and didn't dare to refute. He walked outside behind Yan Lao and drove Yan Lao home.

Yan Lao and Zhang Feng didn't talk all the way. After seeing Yan Lao off, Zhang Feng drove back to the villa by himself.

One night, Zhang Feng didn't dare to close at a glance. All the wood information recorded by old Yan was very detailed, and there were many kinds of woodwork. Zhang Feng looked over and over again for fear that he remembered wrong. He didn't leave the villa with his tired body until the morning and went straight to North China University.

Yan came not late. Zhang Feng just took the steamed stuffed bun he bought into the teaching building. Yan followed him in.

"Your boy is kind-hearted. He came here so early. All right, come up with me and I'll try your results." old Yan took his pipe and didn't look at Zhang Feng's bloodshot eyes. He took Zhang Feng into the office.

Zhang Feng's heart is dark. After that, he can't eat this steamed stuffed bun!

"The kind of wood."

Yan Lao chewed the steamed stuffed bun and looked at Zhang Feng vaguely.

Zhang Feng swallowed a mouthful of saliva and took a deep look at the steamed stuffed bun: "there are many kinds of wood, of which the material of wood is not used at all, including hardwood, fir, broad-leaved wood... Etc. can be used as the material of wood, which can be divided into various small types according to the hard texture and origin."

Yan nodded with satisfaction, swallowed the steamed stuffed bun in his mouth, and picked up another one: "next, tell me about the origin and differentiation of red sandalwood."

"The best red sandalwood producing areas are generally in Hainan and Guangdong. The red sandalwood from these two producing areas is the best, while the red sandalwood in Vietnam and India can only become imported red sandalwood, which is completely different from the mainland red sandalwood. In fact, the best red sandalwood is produced in Guangdong and Hainan."

"Well, that's right. It seems that you didn't read the book in vain and remember a lot of things. However, I don't think Yang Yingxiong will give you a piece of red sandalwood to guess and estimate the value. After all, this thing is also the most famous, and he's not stupid. If I guess right, this guy should take out some special wood for you to guess, so it's not stupid You should remember every kind of wood diligently in a few days. "

Zhang Feng nodded bitterly and looked at the steamed stuffed bun again.

"OK, I'll go to the bathroom and you'll have a rest. I'll be back in five minutes." Yan Lao Shen stretched, patted his stomach with satisfaction and walked out.

Yan is very strict in teaching, and Zhang Feng knows very well that he can't eat in class.

Yan Lao can't break the rules, but at least he can give Zhang Feng a green light. Zhang Feng is not stupid. How can he miss this opportunity.

Five minutes later.

When Yan Lao came back, he saw Zhang Feng sitting cross legged on the ground, holding a piece of wood about the thickness of his arm, looking up and down carefully. He compared the book, from grain to bark, to humidity and hardness.

Yan Lao nodded with satisfaction and was secretly pleased. Zhang Feng was very talented and diligent. Even Wang Tianyuan in those years was far from reaching such a level!

This boy, given time for his development, will surely surpass Wang Tianyuan and become the world's leading treasure appraiser and a very famous big palm!

Yan Lao thought and smiled. When he looked up, he saw the empty plastic bag on the table.

Yan Lao couldn't help laughing. This smelly boy is very smart. He has no left of fifteen steamed stuffed buns!

Zhang Feng seemed to be awakened by Yan Lao's laughter and hurriedly stood up and looked at Yan Lao.

"Take your time, there are still a lot of wood, and I got it from some places casually. It doesn't represent all the wood. However, according to the thickness of the wood taken out by Yang Yingxiong, it may be the trunk or the root position. There are a lot of wood with waist thickness, so we can't determine what kind of wood it is, so you can't tell it now Take it lightly, all the wood should study hard! "

One piece of wood is also a kind of antique. Since Zhang Feng has entered the line of treasure appraisers, he will not fall behind this piece and will learn it sooner or later. Zhang Feng might as well learn all the wood well this time, which will be of great use in the future.

"Teacher, how do you know about my gambling appointment with Yang Yingxiong? You shouldn't know about the holiday villa? Which bodyguard is yours?" this is Zhang Feng's heart knot. Zhang Feng also wants to find out what's going on.

"I don't have that ability. I'm a professor. I haven't been able to arrange people. Now the whole North China University doesn't know about this. As for who publicized it, I'm afraid there are many people in North China University, especially those who are interested in you!" boss Yan smiled and sat in his chair.

Zhang Feng frowned. He didn't spend a long time in North China University. He knew fewer people and had only a few enemies.

On this thought, Zhang Feng instantly locked the target: "is it Qualcomm?"

"You're a smart boy. I thought of it so quickly. After you read other people's girlfriend's underwear, they don't bother you? It's said that Qualcomm still doubts whether you have an affair with his girlfriend!"

Zhang Feng's old face was red, and he smiled helplessly. Zhou Wei himself was his ex girlfriend. He had abandoned himself at the same time. Now he is too happy to have a leg with him. That is, Zhang Feng's lower body does not allow Zhang Feng to do that.

"Teacher, you are so old. How about gossip?" Zhang Feng directly threw the spearhead at Yan Lao.

Yan Lao opened his eyes, suddenly sat up and looked at Zhang Feng with righteous words: "I did this for you to help you collect information. Do you still talk about my gossip? Do you have a little conscience?"

Zhang Feng was said to shrink his neck, spit out his tongue, dare not speak, lowered his head and hurried to see the wood.

Yan Lao snorted angrily and leaned back in his chair: "but I heard that this Qualcomm wants to cooperate with Li Yunping to get something. He wants to be careless about Fu Yue. I don't know how this Yue unintentionally annoys this Qualcomm. It's really messy!"

"Teacher, didn't you say you don't gossip..."

"Look at your wood!"

Zhang Feng didn't dare to say a word. He lowered his head and looked at the wood carefully.

One day, Zhang Feng never left Yan Lao's office again. Even if Yan Lao left, Zhang Feng still sat in the office and looked at all the wood around him. From the grain, color, texture and hardness of each wood, and even the color it would become after the change of annual rings, Zhang Feng studied everything.

Tired, Zhang Feng directly fell to the ground to sleep. Regardless of the cold ground, he opened his eyes and studied directly. As for eating, Yan Lao and Yue didn't want to send them in turn, which saved Zhang Feng some thoughts.

After a day of devil like training, Zhang Feng has basically mastered the material, color and texture of at least hundreds of kinds of wood. He can't say it like the back of his hand. He can also go out and fool people.

"You're going to pass today, and I can't go with you. Take care of yourself. If you have any problems, you have to deal with them yourself!" old Yan patted Zhang Feng on the shoulder and reminded him with earnest words.

"Hey, old Yan, don't worry. It's Yang Yingxiong. I won't be afraid of him. I'll let him obediently let me participate in the antique competition!" Zhang Feng agreed with a smile and tried not to worry old Yan.

"Smelly boy, you have a big breath. Go quickly. I'll wait for your news!" Yan shook his head reluctantly, smiled and scolded, and watched Zhang Feng leave.

Leaving the office, Zhang Feng no longer hesitated, quickly left the teaching building and drove directly to the resort.

During this day, neither Dong Si nor Dong Zi contacted Zhang Feng again. Zhang Feng didn't know what they were doing or whether they were on vacation in the villa.

The resort is as calm as before. There are no people in it. I heard a lot of cars in the parking lot, but I just can't see anyone.

Zhang Feng drove directly to the door of the villa. The two men also recognized Zhang Feng's car and surprisingly didn't stop Zhang Feng.

Just after getting off the bus, Zhang Feng saw Yang Yingxiong coming out in big steps.

"Ha ha, I have a hunch that a guest will come today. I didn't expect it to be you, boy. How's it? It seems that you've trained well? Now you've come to compete with me?" Yang Yingxiong looked at Zhang Feng disdainfully. There was no meaning to look down on Zhang Feng in his tone.

Zhang Feng was not angry, smiled and said, "I just went back to strengthen my training, but later I thought about it, but I didn't think it was necessary."

Yang Yingxiong was stunned and didn't understand Zhang Feng's meaning.

"I've heard that elder Yang knows nothing about antiques. Even if I understand it, I'm half hanging. If I'm fully prepared to come, won't I bully Yang Changlao?"

"What? Smelly boy, what are you talking about? I Yang Yingxiong don't understand anything? It's ridiculous. You're just talking nonsense. Well, since you say I don't understand, I'll show you my strength. If you lose today, I'll let you get out of Peking University in the future!"

With that, Yang Yingxiong turned and strode inside.

Zhang Feng smiled and didn't care. He followed Yang Yingxiong into the villa.

The two men knew what Zhang Feng meant and moved the wood out early.

However, the wood this time is completely different from the one Zhang Feng had seen before.

"This is not the previous piece of wood!" Zhang Feng said in surprise, and a look of panic appeared in his eyes.