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Chapter 3 The First Pot of Gold
"So are copper coins considered antiques or coins?" Zhao Qian teased.

"Sir, you are joking. Copper coins are of course considered antiques. Coins generally refer to modern banknotes." A look of disappointment flashed in the eyes of the beautiful salesperson. They also have rewards for receiving goods, but ancient coins, especially copper coins, are of average value. It's not high, it seems that this order is not profitable.

"I don't know what kind of copper coin it is?"

Zhao Qian smiled slightly, and stretched out the Arhat's coin in front of her. As for the Qianlong carved mother's coin, let's talk about the price they paid for the Arhat's coin.

The salesperson didn't take it, just looked at it like this, asked Zhao Qian to wait a moment, and then turned into a small door in the corner.

Not long after, he came out with a middle-aged man in his 40s, and introduced to Zhao Qian: "Hello, sir, this is the owner of my shop and our appraisal expert, Mr. Qian Yue, Sir, please take out the item and give it to Teacher Qian for appraisal." After speaking, he took out a tray covered with red flannel from below and placed it on the counter.

"Then there will be boss Laoqian." Zhao Qian put the Kangxi Arhat money on the tray first.

"You're welcome, sir. I haven't asked you your name yet." Boss Qian asked, picking up the Arhat money and looking it over carefully.

"Miangui's surname is Zhao." Zhao Qian replied.

"Mr. Zhao, this piece of yours is Kangxi Arhat money. It is in good condition, but it is a little worn. If Mr. Zhao is willing to sell it, the shop can buy it for [-] yuan, and nothing more will be enough." After reading the money The boss said bluntly, he thought it was those people who came to try their luck with a Qing Dynasty Tongbao worth only a few yuan, but they didn't expect to encounter a small treasure.

Although two thousand is not a high price, it is within a reasonable range, and the price is still fair.Zhao Qian thought for a while, and then took out the Qianlong Tongbao Diaomu money and put it on the tray. "There is also this one, please estimate the price."

Boss Qian picked it up and put it in front of his eyes for a closer look. His eyes lit up suddenly, and he took out a magnifying glass to observe it repeatedly. After more than ten minutes, he put it on the tray.This is a good thing. In the past few years, the price was not high. In the past two years, the price has risen sharply. If you can get it, you can earn tens of thousands. If you meet a proud collector, it may be more than [-] or even hundreds of thousands. .

"Mr. Zhao, this piece of yours is Qing Xiaoping Qianlong Tongbao, with a carved mother on the back, 28mm in diameter, unopened, rare, but unfortunately slightly worn. Not long ago, there was an auction with the same carved mother for about 80 Ten thousand yuan, but yours is not as good as that one, and firstly, the auction price is too high, according to the rules, the reference price must be discounted in half, and secondly, small shops have to keep some profits, so let’s say, 30, You can stay if the husband agrees, what do you think?" Boss Qian looked at Zhao Qian expectantly.

"35, if you agree, the deal will be made. If not, I'll go to another house." Zhao Qiandao, he had already asked Xiaoguang about the price range, and Boss Qian didn't hide much, but he still wanted to haggle over the price.

Boss Qian smiled wryly, shook his head and said, "I dare say that this street is much stronger than my small shop in terms of strength, but in terms of fairness, there are really not many. If you go to other shops, it is probably not as good as mine. Now, just treat it as a friend, 35, you stay, but in the future, if you have any good things, you can take care of the shop more."

"Of course!" Zhao Qian smiled happily, 35, the total income of his previous ten years of working part-time was only about the same amount, and he earned it in just one afternoon today.

Boss Qian took out a purchase contract, signed the agreement, and transferred the payment. In just over ten minutes, a huge sum of 35 yuan had already arrived in Zhao Qian's bank account.

Strike while the iron is hot, walk out of Jiguzhai, and rush to the undervalued antiques that you have set your sights on before, maybe you can make a few more money if you have time.

First, there is a Tianqiu vase with red landscape figures in Qing Jiaqing blue and white glaze in a small shop. Although it is a folk kiln, it is also a fine product in the folk kiln. The boss may not have enough eyesight, so it is placed together with ordinary folk kiln porcelain, priced at 12 [-], bargained with the boss to [-], turned around and sold [-] to an antique shop specializing in porcelain.

Then I went to a calligraphy and painting shop, bargained from 60 yuan to 40 yuan, and received a large imitation of Dong Qichang's large-scale landscape calligraphy and painting Qingfeng Yuzhu. To double.

His mother, if it is genuine, you still dare to hang it out, add two zeros at the end and then do somersault to see if it is enough, you have already added three locks and put it in the safe.

But fortunately, although it is a high imitation, the person who imitated the painting is not bad. It is none other than Zheng Banqiao, one of the famous Eight Monsters of Yangzhou in the Qing Dynasty. Xiaoguang found Zheng Banqiao on a stone in the painting smoothly. The imprints left behind are, at any rate, famous men and women who have been famous for a while, so naturally they don't bother to make fakes, even if they are copies, they still have to leave imprints.

Zhao Qian held the long box containing the picture of Qingfeng Yuzhu and turned around to an alley behind the main street. Inside the alley stood a row of old-fashioned Qing Dynasty buildings, all of which were small two-story buildings with a small footprint. They looked inconspicuous , the ditch is small but the water is deep. Many shops don’t even have signboards, but they are all reputable old shops that have been in business for decades. There are many masters in the collection industry hidden in them. Not only are their collections stronger, but their vision is also higher.

Zhao Qian came to a small single-family shop with green tiles and rich doors, pushed open the half-closed door and walked in. There was a large desk in the center of the shop hall, which was probably used for appreciating calligraphy and painting. A root-carved mahogany coffee table with a set of kung fu tea sets on it, surrounded by a few small stools, and a wooden staircase leading to the second floor at the innermost. Antiques are also contemporary boutiques, and they are very valuable. They are much better than the fake ones just now, but they are hung outside like this, and there is no one in the store, and they are not afraid of being stolen.

Zhao Qian called out loudly, "Is anyone there?"

"A guest is here!" An old but loud voice came back, and before the words finished, an old man in a Tang suit with silver hair but a red face slowly walked down the wooden stairs.

"The old man is so energetic!" Zhao Qian looked at it and secretly marveled in his heart. This is what people often say is a boy with white hair. It seems that even if he is old, he can earn some image points.

"Haha, you are being polite, I haven't asked how to address you yet." The old man responded with a hearty laugh.

"My name is Zhao Qian, and the old man can call me Xiao Zhao or Xiao Qian." Zhao Qian, who usually hates being called Xiao Zhao in the company, took the initiative to admit Xiao Zhao today.

"Okay, then I'll call you Xiaoqian. The little old man's surname is Yang. You can just call him Lao Yang. Look at the box in your hand, Xiaoqian. I'm here to buy calligraphy and painting. I'm sure I'm here to repair it. , or do you want to make a move?" Mr. Yang guessed Zhao Qian's intention before Zhao Qian even opened his mouth.

"A piece of calligraphy and painting, Mr. Yang, please see if you can accept it." Zhao Qian opened the box, put the calligraphy and painting on the desk in the hall, and opened it slowly.

Xiaoguang had already searched the information in the attachment before. If there is anyone here who is most likely to identify the authenticity of this calligraphy and painting, it may be the old man in front of him.

Mr. Yang was originally the chief consultant of the Provincial Museum and a member of the expert group of the Royal Museum. Apart from being an authority on calligraphy and painting, he also dabbled in other fields of antiques and had extensive contacts.

After retiring some time ago, I opened this small shop as a pastime after retirement. It is not for making money. First, it is convenient for collection and communication with Tibetan friends. , put their works on display in the store, and Mr. Yang sitting in the store to make live signs is equivalent to an endorsement for them.

In addition, the most important thing is that he has two sons who run large companies, and money is not a problem for him at all.

Standing in front of the calligraphy and painting, Mr. Yang swept his eyes away, his eyes lit up, and without speaking, he went straight to the desk, took out a pair of white gloves from his left pocket, put them on, and took out a folding magnifying glass from his right pocket, Look carefully.

Zhao Qian nodded secretly beside him, this posture is professional!

After a long time, Mr. Yang straightened up, "The brushstrokes are elegant and neutral, quiet and open; the ink is bright and clean, gentle and gentle; the green and green colors, simple and elegant, have won the essence of Dong's paintings. If it weren't for this mountain... The bamboo grove still has a bit of madness, and the paper is wrong, so I really can’t tell it’s a copy. But although it’s not Dong Qichang’s original work, it should be imitated by a famous artist, but which famous artist is it? , I still can’t see it now!” Old Yang sighed, shaking his head with admiration.

"Old Yang is indeed a master, and he can tell at a glance that it is a fake." Zhao Qian couldn't help applauding.

Xiaoguang relied on detection and scanning, coupled with the comparison of the database, so he could tell the difference naturally. The owner of the small shop did not know how to identify it, but since he dared to list the price of 60 yuan, even though he finally sold it for 40 yuan, it was right. The imitation painter has enough confidence, but Mr. Yang has the real skill.

"Oh? Xiaoqian knows this is an imitation?" Old Yang asked curiously, but ordinary people can't see this.

"40 yuan is not enough to buy Dong Qichang's authentic works." Zhao Qian said with a smile.

"I bought it for 40 yuan? Although I don't know who made it, but the artist alone is far more than this price! It can be regarded as a mistake. Hey, you can see that it is an imitation. Do you know who painted it?" ?” Elder Yang asked.

"Mr. Yang, please look this way," Zhao Qian smiled, pointing to a rock in the painting.

Mr. Yang immediately took a magnifying glass and looked next to the rock.

"This, could it be Mr. Li'an?"

"Li'an" is one of Zheng Xie's two nicknames, and his other nickname is the famous "Banqiao".It turns out that the texture of this rock is unique, and it turns out to be a variant of the word "Li'an" when you look at it vaguely.

"No wonder, no wonder, that's right, this mangosteen is carried in a long way, not messy, not sparse, completely out of fashion, and extremely beautiful, it is clearly the handwriting of Zheng Banqiao!" Yang Lao's eyes were full of admiration.

"Xiaoqian came to the shop this time, could it be that he wants to sell this painting?" Elder Yang asked expectantly.

"Exactly, please ask Mr. Yang to estimate the price." Zhao Qian slowly rolled up the scroll and put it in the box.

"Come here, Xiao Qian, please sit down," Old Yang led Zhao Qian to the tea table and sat down, turned on the switch on the tea tray, and started to make tea.

"Although this picture of raining bamboo on the Qingfeng was made by Zheng Banqiao, and the copy is Dong Qichang's excellent work, it is indeed difficult to compare with any other person's painting. What do you think, Xiaoqian?"

"It's natural. I didn't plan to sell it for a sky-high price. Mr. Yang is well-known, and he will definitely not let the younger generation suffer." Zhao Qian took the teacup handed by Mr. Yang with both hands, his mouth was full of flattery, his eyes But showing a little cunning.

"You boy," Yang Lao picked up the teacup and drank it in one gulp, pointing at Zhao Qian and laughing loudly.

"How about this, Zheng Banqiao's paintings are generally in the tens of millions in the market now. Although yours is a copy, it is relatively large in size. How about I give you 3000 million."

(End of this chapter)