Guan Shanyue turned over and looked at it again, but the fan was made of mud and gold. It was painted with a pair of Phoenix courtship, dotted with peonies. The fine brushwork was colorful, noble and rich. As the man said, it was perfect in appearance and exquisite in workmanship. Take in the hand, exquisite delicate, gently flapping fragrance.


    Guan Shanyue said: "this is Suzhou sandalwood fan, a Qing Dynasty work. I don''t know if I''m right?" The man exclaimed, "amazing! It''s really rare to have such a view at a young age. It''s absolutely right! My name is Zhang Liang. Ha ha, this Zhang Liang is not that Zhang Liang. I don''t know what''s your name? "


    Guan Shanyue said, "my name is Guan Shanyue, from Dagang." Zhang Liang said, "you can tell that I''m from Jingzhou. Out of Hubei, we are the villagers, ha ha. " Guan Shanyue said with a smile: "yes, fellow townsman, it''s the same industry. By chance, we are predestined."