super sensory appraiser

At this moment, facing the real treasure that is so close at hand, Fang Feiyang can only look at the ocean and sigh.

There is another possibility, that is, if the old gentleman next to him gives up, then Boss Fang can justifiably make a move.

Therefore, Fang Feiyang pretended to look at other things, but he was actually waiting patiently.

The old gentleman turned the bamboo armrest in his hand over and over, looked left and right, and said: "It's too expensive, there is still a crack here, it has been bumped here, this..."

The buyer unceremoniously picked a series of faults.

The stall owner saw this, thought for a moment, and said, "Well, the lowest price is 400, and it can't be lower,"

When Fang Feiyang saw this, he wasn't sure whether the old man next to him deliberately picked up his arm to use it as a bargaining chip, or whether he didn't know the goods at all and just wanted to buy at a low price.

"It's too bad. The owner of the street stall directly cut the price by 200 yuan. If this old man wants it, I have nothing to do with it. Don't buy it...don't buy it..."

Fang Feiyang begged God to tell the Bodhisattva to close his eyes and pray secretly.

Fortunately, the old man still had a look of disdain, and repeatedly said that the street vendor's things were not good.

The owner of the street stall looked very unhappy, and he ignored the old man and was busy greeting others.

"Hey, there is no immediate deal, I still have a chance,"

Fang Feiyang snickered.

Sure enough, within half a minute, the old man coughed, put down his arm rest, left a sentence, "The price is still a bit high", and got up and went to the next booth after speaking.

Fang Feiyang couldn't bear his excitement, and picked up the bamboo arm rest that he had just put down.

The touch is in the hand, the sensory ability is naturally triggered, and the video clips flood into the mind.

Thinking like lightning, Fang Feiyang could feel that this bamboo carving pen holder was more than 400 years ago, that is, a representative work of the heyday of bamboo carving in the middle of Ming Dynasty, with profound artistic attainments.

This thing is complicated in knife work, and the techniques include shallow relief, deep relief, openwork and other deep-level combination techniques. All have been wrapped with a layer of traces of the years.

Fang Feiyang was in a good mood. He was a little proud of holding this bamboo sculpture, and asked again on purpose: "Boss, how do you sell this bamboo sculpture?"

The small stall is only this big, totaling two or three square meters. The boss saw Fang Feiyang squatting beside him just now, and he had quoted the price before. How could this person not hear him, so the boss replied impatiently: "Didn't you say just now?" Pass it, the lowest price is 400 yuan"

The stall owner repeated the price, and at the same time gave Boss Fang a big roll of his eyes.

Fang Feiyang put on a show and wanted to bargain: "Can you make it cheaper?"

"You...bring it, bring it, I won't sell it anymore,"

"Come on, 400 yuan is 400 yuan, I want it,"

Seeing that the Ludong stall owner was agitated, Fang Feiyang quickly put on a smiling face, took out his wallet from his pocket, and counted four red notes to him.

Money in one hand and goods in one hand.

At this moment, this exquisitely carved arm has the legitimate surname Fang.

The arm rest is a device for padding the arm and elbow when writing and painting, also called arm rest, wrist pillow and so on.

In ancient times, when people were writing, they held ink-stained brushes in their hands and hung their wrists to write vertically from right to left. This made the ink written on their arms and sleeves scratched if they were not careful. To avoid this embarrassing Some people came up with a way to use things to pad their elbows, which was gradually improved in the future and became a fixed form. The arm rest, a stationery tool, has become an indispensable combination of practicality and appreciation in the study. desk sketches.

Fang Feiyang couldn't put it down for the bamboo carving armrest he got, and gently stroked this simple, simple and full-bodied treasure.

"Hey, you still have a fate with me, the old man missed you before, there is no fate,"

Boss Fang Da was talking to himself with this bamboo armrest, and felt that someone was watching him behind him, so he quickly turned around, only to see the old gentleman standing aside with a half-smile.

"Unexpectedly, why is this old man still here? I don't know if he heard what I said just now,"

Fang Feiyang was so embarrassed that he smiled shyly at him, turned around and prepared to leave.

Unexpectedly, the old gentleman stopped him: "Young man, you have good eyesight, and you also like playing with bamboo carvings."

Fang Feiyang didn't understand the purpose of the other party's visit, so he responded vaguely: "Hehe, just play around, play around,"

The old man looked Fang Feiyang up and down from the corner of his eyes at the same time, and said with a smile on his face: "Give me this arm rest, if you keep it, you won't be able to sell it. I know a boss who likes bamboo-carved study items." , I want to take it and sell it to him... how about this, I will give you 1000 yuan, how about it, "

Fang Feiyang curled his lips, and said in his heart: This guy is an old Jianghu, he just kept calm and played hard to get at the street stall. He didn't show that he liked this armrest too much, and he pretended not to buy it. He wanted to see the attitude of the street stall owner. Besides.

The old man didn't expect that there was a squirrel picking up cheap money behind him. With his pretense, our boss Fang naturally took down this exquisite bamboo carving with lightning speed.

So he really regretted it, so he asked Fang Fang Feiyang to increase the price to buy that bamboo arm rest.

Since the surname of this thing is already Fang, there is absolutely no reason for it to be distributed, not to mention, such a rare high-quality study must cost more than 1000 yuan.

"I'm sorry, old man, I just took it, and you took it away before I warmed it up." Fang Feiyang gave the old man an apologetic smile, "I want to keep it for more fun..."

"Then 2000, it's an immediate profit, young man, think about it,"

The old man did not retreat in the slightest, and continued to fly like a mushroom.

"Oh, sir, I personally like this kind of stationery, I really plan to keep it for myself,"

"5000, I will offer 5000 yuan, this price is not low,"

The old man smiled and held Fang Feiyang back in an almost begging tone.

Fang Feiyang is also "hard-hearted", and shook his head resolutely: "I'm really sorry, it's not about the price, I don't plan to sell it for how much you pay,"

When the old gentleman heard that there was nothing to do, his old face suddenly darkened, he snorted, turned his head and left.

Bamboo carvings like this kind of fine bamboo carvings covered with patterns and patterns are rare in the world, and they are representative works of bamboo carving crafts in the mid-Ming Dynasty. All of them are works from the late Ming and early Qing Dynasties, among which bamboo carvings from the Qing Dynasty are the most numerous.

The most important thing is that Fang Feiyang feels that this kind of bamboo carving furniture is a brilliant treasure of Chinese civilization, a treasure left by his ancestors, and is unique in the history of national arts and crafts. Well, it would be so pleasing to the eye to set up a Duobao Pavilion and display all the treasures.

Just imagine, one day at dusk, when the sun was setting, Boss Fang was not interested and wanted to splash ink, while Su Yazhi lovingly and tenderly put on this arm rest for him, and then dipped in water and rubbed ink for him, serving him Boss Fang's calligraphy is a kind of spiritual enjoyment.

Fang Feiyang couldn't help shaking his head excitedly at the thought of this, and he couldn't walk straight, which attracted passers-by's attention.