Reborn Treasure Appraiser: I Really Didn’t Want to Be an Expert

Chapter 117 This guy is pretty awesome

The supervisor entered the shop, leaned back lazily on the sofa, and attentively brought a cup of tea. "Are you here to ask about Master Liu again?"

The supervisor nodded: "What else?"

If you are a tourist or a collector, who would be so crazy as to spend hundreds of thousands of dollars to buy a fake item?
But it’s thanks to Master Liu’s products that the store’s business is so good, with several big orders every month.

As he thought about it, he took out his phone again, found his boss's number and dialed:
"Boss Sun, good luck with your grand opening... Three new thieves just came in and spent three hundred and fifty thousand!"

The voice on the phone was a little dazed, as if he had just woken up: "What did you sell?"

"A crown of gold!"

After a brief pause, the voice on the phone suddenly rose: "What crown?"

"It's an imitation of the Ming Dynasty's gold-thread crown, with the pearls glued to the forehead..."

"Bang~"

There was a crisp sound, as if something had been knocked over. Then there was another roar: "Fuck your mother, that's the real thing... why don't you go after it?"

The supervisor was stunned for a moment, then stood up and ran out the door again.

But in the city center, it was just after get off work and lunchtime. There was a huge crowd of people with no end in sight. God knows where they were going?
When I looked for the note again, the ground was clean and it had been stepped on and disappeared.

Another sharp roar came from the phone: "Have you caught up?"

How could he possibly catch up? He didn't even know where to chase...

Suddenly, the supervisor's face turned pale, and cold sweat oozed from his forehead. "Sun... Mr. Sun, I didn't catch up..."

"Fuck your mother..."

……

Half an hour later, a skinny man rushed into the store and slapped the manager in the face: "I left my phone number, and you lost it?"

The supervisor's face turned pale: Every month, there are several groups of such "guerrillas (specializing in selling raw and fake goods)", and they are always handled like this.
Besides, who the hell knows it’s the real thing?
"Mr. Sun, you didn't explain..."

Before he could finish his words, he was slapped again: "I'm not going to confess!"

Who the hell can I tell when I want to move things overseas?
But it was also a strange thing: to be on the safe side, he deliberately glued the beads on to make them look so fake.

He was afraid that someone would buy it, but he was also afraid that the price would be too high and too eye-catching, so he didn't bother to bid 350,000.

So, among the one or two hundred imitations in the store, which one is not more realistic than this one?

As for the two pieces next to them, one is a golden crown with an eagle top, and the other is a crown with pearl tassels, dragon, phoenix and lion patterns inlaid with gems. They are all made of real gold. Why didn't he buy them?

Secretly suspicious, Mr. Sun glared at his supervisor: "Have you made up your mind? Are they guerrillas?"

If so, then it's easy to deal with: it means that this group of people just bought a stepping stone for the purpose of making friends, and it doesn't mean that they can't get the things back.

If not, it's over...

Supervisor Qiqi Aiai: "It looks quite similar: the one asking for the price is too young, like he specializes in receiving and shipping goods. The one in charge (Wang Qizhi) is in his thirties, his hands are covered in rust, like he works in a pit...

They even specifically asked about Tang Nuguan and Jinyinpingtuotongjing, and asked if they could get acquainted with Master Liu, so I thought they were guerrillas..."

Isn’t this what an expert does?

The boss' heart sank. "What else did you say?"

The supervisor tried to recall: "It seems like, he didn't say anything else?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the clerk raised his hand weakly: "When I left my phone number, the older guy said he was a teacher at Xi'an University... Oh, yes, his last name is Wang!"

The boss’ eyes darkened: Are you still talking about Hammer’s guerrillas?
A professor at Xi'an University who has a good eye for things, either teaches appraisal or archaeology.

No matter which one it is, it’s a complete success: it means that people recognized it as the real thing and bought it.

But everything depends on human effort. How do you know if you don’t try?

He gritted his teeth and slapped the supervisor again: "Fuck your mother..."

……

I found a restaurant nearby and asked for a private room.

It was dinner time and there were a lot of customers. The dishes were served a little slowly, but the noodles came out very quickly.

In the blink of an eye, a bowl of pulled noodles was gone into Lin Sicheng's stomach.

The box was placed on the table and the lid was opened. The golden crown shone brightly in the light from the ceiling.

Wang Qizhi and Ye Anning both had bowls of noodles in front of them, but they were too busy to pay attention to them.

The two men stared at the golden crown closely, with fascinated looks in their eyes.

There was only one bad thing: Lin Sicheng made too much noise while eating, which seemed particularly out of place, and even a little weird.

Seeing his bowl was empty, Wang Qizhi handed him his own. Then, his features furrowed, his eyes, eyebrows, and nose clenched into a ball. "Lin Sicheng, you can still eat?"

Lin Sicheng said simply: "Hungry!"

Crap, I'm hungry too.

But to be honest, let alone pulled noodles, even if a table full of delicacies from land and sea was laid out for him, Wang Qizhi would be too lazy to even look at it.

"The Golden Crown of the Ming Dynasty's Imperial Consort, the Crown Pearl of the Song Dynasty's Prince... Lin Sicheng, are these two items worthy of being exhibited in the Provincial Museum?"

"Teacher, I know!" Lin Sicheng nodded while showing off his face, "But I'm hungry!"

Wang Qizhi was stunned and didn't know what to say.

With this state of mind, he couldn't catch up even on horseback.

If you don’t believe it, look at Ye Anning next to him.

Wang Qizhi turned his head and said, "An Ning, are you hungry?"

Ye Ningan nodded honestly: "Hungry!"

"Then why don't you eat?"

Ye Anning stared at Jin Guan: "No appetite!" See, this is the most correct attitude.

"Dangdang~" There was a knock on the door, "Hello, waiter!"

Wang Qizhi closed the lid of the box and shouted "Come in".

The dishes were served one after another. Wang Qizhi gave a tip of 100 yuan and waved his hand.

Then, he picked up the food absentmindedly and asked, "Are you washing the goods?"

Lin Sicheng nodded: "It should be about the same!"

It is roughly similar to the incense burner in the authentication center: it passed customs under the name of "handicraft imitation".

It is impossible not to imitate them, because both of them are ancient artworks that "reflect the ancient royal system" and "represent the pinnacle of ancient handicraft technology". If the relevant departments are serious about it, they will definitely be first-class cultural relics.

Therefore, there is no problem with private collection, and private transfer is basically turned a blind eye, but if you want to take it out of the country, you will be reselling and smuggling state-controlled cultural relics.

But there is one advantage: these two pieces are not raw goods, at least they have been dug out for a long time and are not too conspicuous, so the methods used are not as drastic as those used to imitate Xuande incense.

Basically, they put them in the store for a few days to create the illusion of "public sale", and then they are inadvertently sold by "customers".

There is only one advantage to this: if the case is eventually discovered, the crime can be mitigated when tracing the source. It is not impossible for the items to be confiscated and a fine to be imposed.

Because it was indeed bought as a counterfeit and it was indeed sold as a counterfeit.

But unfortunately, Lin Sicheng intercepted it.

"That's good!" Wang Qizhi cheered up, "I was just worried he wouldn't come to my house!"

Lin Sicheng thought for a moment and said, "Teacher, this may not be easy to do!"

Wang Qizhi paused.

indeed.

Items like these two, even if they are dumped abroad, will last for hundreds of millions.

But if you have a lost secret skill, you can earn tens of millions back in three to five years. Which is more and which is less?

The key is that nine out of ten shops like this are tainted by shady practices: they sell counterfeit goods, which, after passing through the hands of guerrillas, become freshly dug, fake goods. If the relevant authorities were to take this seriously, the shop would be shut down ten times over.

Therefore, as long as the boss got a little information about Wang Qizhi's identity, he would be scared away and would not dare to deal with him.

Besides, even if the store owner is willing to tell you, what can you do if you find someone who imitates these things?
Can I teach you the skills to make a living for free?
Thinking of this, Wang Qizhi became particularly worried.

Lin Sicheng said slowly, "Teacher, don't worry. Even if the shop owner is not understanding and the masters of these two skills ignore us, it doesn't mean that we can't find any clues to those two lost skills!"

Wang Qizhi perked up a little: "You say!"

"Check, check the agate cup!"

Lin Sicheng narrated, "Anyone who has seen the agate cup must be a researcher at the Shaanxi Museum. To be able to imitate it so closely, and even bead and solder it, how skilled must one be at goldsmithing? Go to the Provincial Museum, and you'll find out who it is with a quick search..."

Of course, he probably resigned, otherwise he wouldn't have the time to create so many excellent imitations. And even if he did find one, it would be useless. After all, it's a unique skill that no one wants to reveal.

But the same thing still applies: if he could imitate the agate cup so closely, he must have studied it for a long time in the Provincial Museum, and it must have been open to the public.

I just don't believe there's no relevant data left? Then based on the data, we might not be able to recover it..."

Wang Qizhi listened carefully, his eyes becoming brighter and brighter.

If anyone else dared to say this, he would definitely spit in their face and ask: What are you dreaming about?
But what if it was Lin Sicheng?

Think about the "iron cultural relic protection" technology that the National Museum of China and Peking University have just begun to study: with just a few papers, Lin Sicheng has cracked most of it for him...

He exhaled sharply: "After dinner, I'll go to the Provincial Museum!"

"No!" Lin Sicheng was shocked. "Wait until tomorrow, I'll go with you. You should get some sleep first... If you don't like it, I'll have a drink with you."

The fact that Wang Qizhi didn't sleep a wink last night was secondary. The key point was that he was in a state of extreme mental tension, and even an iron man couldn't withstand it.

If you don't believe it, measure his blood pressure.

Wang Qizhi listened to the advice and ordered a bottle of wine, but Lin Sicheng only poured a small glass of one or two liang of wine.

The two of them drank and chatted, and in less than half an hour, Wang Qizhi had finished most of the bottle.

Just as he was enjoying his drink, the phone rang and Wang Qizhi picked it up:
"Hello, Professor Wang. My name is Sun Shaojie. I opened a small shop called Sheng Tang Xuan!"

Hey, you really came to my door?

Pretty fast?

But his tone was quite polite and humble.

Wang Qizhi and Lin Sicheng looked at each other and turned on the hands-free mode: "Boss Sun, go ahead!"

"My humble eyesight is so poor that I don't know the real thing... I'm hoping you'll be so kind as to part with the gold crown you just bought. You can name the price!"

Wang Qizhi laughed: What good things are you thinking about?

Although the historical value of the Golden Wire Crown is slightly lower than that of the Qianlong Imperial Treasure, its craftsmanship is even better than the other.

So, it’s impossible to sell it, no matter how much it costs.

If Lin Sicheng dares to sell it, he will definitely slap him back.

After laughing a few times, Wang Qizhi's face turned serious: "No, I won't sell it, no matter how much money you pay!"

"Hello, Professor Wang, you are busy!"

There was such respect in his tone that Wang Qizhi even suspected that he was bowing and scraping when he said this.

After hanging up the phone, the teacher and student looked at each other.

Lin Sicheng sighed: "This guy is quite amazing!"

Wang Qizhi nodded: "It's really amazing!"

(End of this chapter)