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

Chapter 63 Can’t afford it

The authentic Jingyang Jinhua black brick tea may not look very good, but it tastes very good.

But it cannot be soaked, it needs to be boiled, with salt or even cardamom.

Ye Anning held the teacup to warm her hands, and Lin Sicheng sipped slowly.

"What is a one-eyed look?"

"The stuff has to be real!"

"What do you mean by tough?"

"You must come from a legitimate source!"

"Where's the baggage?"

"He has a keen eye, but he doesn't open a shop. He's just an expert in the resale business..."

The two of them were whispering to each other, and Wang Qizhi was sitting next to them, listening very carefully.

This was the way the antique business was done in the old society, and of course he didn't understand it.

Including Lin Changqing, he probably doesn't understand either.

It’s definitely not in the book, so where did Lin Sicheng learn it from?
Subconsciously, he looked towards the corner: the old lady was still leaning against the wall, as if she was asleep.

But I always feel that there is a gleam of light in those half-open and half-closed eyes...

……

After a while, Zhao Xiuneng (the seller) came in with a tray and put it on the coffee table.

Several people lowered their heads.

A blue and white covered jar with a landscape pattern, a rhinoceros horn-carved pen holder with the inscription "Step by Step to Success," half a bluish-white jade bi disk, seven Kaiyuan Tongbao coins, and a long scroll that resembled a painting or calligraphy.

Including the tray that holds these things, is it also an old item?
At first, Lin Sicheng was shocked and thought it was amazing: porcelain, hornware, jadeware, woodenware, ancient coins, calligraphy and paintings... nothing was missing?
How wide are the connections of this Boss Zhao?
The key is to be proficient in everything:

Official kiln blue and white porcelain from the Tongzhi period?

A rhinoceros horn pen holder from the late Qing Dynasty and early Republic of China... and was it carved by Sheng Fugong (a famous horn carving artist in the Qing Dynasty)?

The bi is Tang jade, and the seven Kaiwan Tongbao coins are misprinted coins with backs on them.

The scroll is an oil painting, but it is the work of a famous artist: Li Shutong, a famous calligrapher, painter, musician, and dramatist in the late Qing Dynasty and early Republic of China.

And there is that tray: an old mahogany lacquer tray with "colored mother-of-pearl" from the late Qing Dynasty. Judging from the patterns, it at least came from the Prince's Mansion.

But after looking at it again, he frowned again: These things seem... not quite right?

The lidded jar is incredibly heavy, at least half as heavy as a normal piece of porcelain. I tap it again with my finger...tsk, tsk, the bottom is genuine, but the body is made of fragments of blue and white porcelain from a folk kiln in the late Qing Dynasty.

The bone pattern of the pen holder is a little floating: the upper half is denser, and the lower half is sparser... If you look closely, haha, the lower half is a donkey's hoof.

The same goes for copper coins: take a real Kaiyuan Tongbao, grind it into a thin layer, and then stick a piece together.

Even the jade and the tray underneath were all pretty much the same: half real, half fake, pieced together.

After looking around, there were about ten things, big and small, and only one coin with a double back was real...

Lin Sicheng suddenly raised his head, glanced at the old lady, and his eyes were fixed on Zhao Xiuneng's face.

Zhao Xiuneng pretended not to know: "Look at something, why are you looking at me?"

If I don’t look at you, who will you look at?

I don’t know whether the old lady has ever been in a pit or how many times she has done so, but she is definitely in the same industry.

In the industry, this is called "ba san tou" (stripping heads). To put it bluntly: they collect broken pieces, piece them together, and then sell them as genuine items. The dirt that seeps into fingernails and the rust that seeps into flesh is probably from this source.

It is sometimes also called climbing a mountain: if they cannot collect the broken pieces, they will sometimes go down into the pit, specifically into the pit that has been stolen, to dig out the broken pieces.

But these things are definitely not the old lady's craftsmanship: the skills are not good, the work is too rough, which is somewhat unworthy of the dirt on her hands and the rust on her face...

Pondering silently, Lin Sicheng picked up a Kaiyuan Tongbao coin, placed it in front of him, and then picked up the teacup. Zhao Xiuneng was stunned: he was the one who patched the things, how could he not know which one was real and which one was fake?
The question is, this kid only swept around like that?
The two looked at each other, and Lin Sicheng smiled lightly.

But the more he laughed, the more Zhao Xiuneng's eyelids twitched: "Pick two more!"

Lin Sicheng shook his head: "Not picky!"

Zhao Xiuneng kept asking, "Why?"

Lin Sicheng continued to shake his head: "The one with the messy hair!"

Zhao Xiu Neng opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

I know you are an expert, but you can't do it to this extent?

After a long while, he exhaled suddenly: "Even with messy hair, there are still good things!"

"Of course!" Lin Sicheng nodded and glanced at the old lady behind him, "But it depends on who is picking it up!"

It’s no exaggeration to say that a sixty-year-old man was like a child, and his face turned red all of a sudden.

Russian thief your mother...

Is this the first time in your life that you’ve been despised by a timid kid who hasn’t even grown all his hair?

Wang Qizhi was sitting next to them. He picked up the six copper coins, looked at them, glanced at the one in front of Lin Sicheng, and then put it back.

Of the seven copper coins, only the one in front of Lin Sicheng is real. Considering the conversation between the two, is there any need to talk about the rest?
Ye Anning also knew about antiques, but he thought his eyesight was not as good as his uncle's, so he did not make any rash comments and just picked up the oil painting.

Hey, Li Shutong?
Ha, that doesn't seem right?
She narrowed her eyes slightly, read it carefully several times, and glanced at Lin Sicheng: "It looks... like a manuscript grafting!"

The hand holding the salt spoon paused, and Lin Sicheng looked up in surprise.

It’s not surprising that Wang Qizhi could tell there was something wrong with the copper coins: he was studying the restoration of bronze artifacts. If he couldn’t tell that the six copper coins were glued together, how could he teach his students?
But Ye Anning... was indeed a little surprised.

Seeing his shocked expression, Ye Anning pursed her lips and said, "I studied cultural heritage preservation at the National Academy of Fine Arts, and then went to Florence for further studies for a year!"

That’s amazing, or is it a combination of Chinese and Western medicine?

No wonder Professor Wang’s elder brother asked her to look at the sunflower disc last time at the flower and bird market!

Lin Sicheng nodded and said in a low voice: "Yes, it is grafting!"

Basically, the real work is divided into four parts, and then the real and fake parts are spliced ​​together: one quarter is the real painting, and three quarters are fake.

The process is simple: using color scanning technology to accurately replicate brushstrokes and color values, reproducing them on old canvas using inkjet printing, and then treating the colors to make them look old... Therefore, it is much easier to forge ancient oil paintings...

But the so-called easy is only relative to traditional Chinese painting. Someone who can tear apart an original painting and then use high technology to repair it would never sit here.

Lin Sicheng stared at Zhao Xiuneng, and the old man blushed again: "What the hell can he do? If he had this skill, why would he let me stay at home?"

This painting was just a coincidence.

With a long sigh, he put away the tray and left the living room. Then he brought out another tray.

This time there weren't that many, and the tray was just an ordinary old poplar tray with only three items on it:

A white jade cup, a scroll, and an inkstone.

Lin Sicheng looked at them one by one, and his eyes twitched slightly.

Lu Zigang's Shangfangshanjiao Cup.

Li Dongyang's "Mr. Mu Zhai is about to board the boat and send me a poem in the same rhyme".

And the inkstone tributed to the Ming Dynasty court: Jiangzhou Chengni Inkstone.

I told you to get good stuff, but I didn’t tell you to get such good stuff?
After looking at it for a long time, Lin Sicheng shook his head and said, "I can't afford it!"

Zhao Xiuneng didn't quite believe it: "I didn't ask you to buy them all!"

Lin Sicheng sighed: "I can't afford even one!"

Sorry, the next chapter will be a little late!
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(End of this chapter)