I hesitated for a moment and spoke softly to Tao Bozhen.
Tao Bozhen looked sideways at the Mongolian girl, frowned and thought for two seconds, then pursed his lips and smiled.
I said thank you and gently hooked my hand without looking back.
The Mongolian girl jumped up excitedly, scolded and threatened Li Zihua, and rushed towards me like flying.
A few minutes later, Tao Bozhen led me to the third floor and then to the top.
In the large area of Liulichang, the Rongbaozhai main store has the highest floor.
When we reached the top floor, our eyes were bright and we had a panoramic view of the entire Liulichang.
"Teacher, my eyes are hard to use. This light is good. I can still get some sunshine."
"Teacher just read the newspaper and said that old guy Goro Sakamoto donated a Cizhou kiln white glaze basin to Takarashima Gubo. He is losing his temper. Let's wait nearby. Don't mind."
Tao Bozhen said a few words to me and quietly walked towards the sunroom with the best view.
That child-like behavior made the Mongolian girl dumbfounded.
"Assistant Tong, who is Goro Sakamoto? What is a Cizhou kiln white glaze basin?"
I explained softly.
Sakamoto Goro, the master of Fuyan Hall. World class collection everyone.
Everything he has handled is a first-class national treasure.
In 1972, he spent 180 million footbath coins (about 400,000 U.S. dollars) to buy a Yuan Dynasty peony jar, which caused a global sensation.
Since then, it has also begun the prelude to the sky-high prices of Chinese porcelain.
In 1999, this man took action again and pocketed the Chenghua Doucai Chicken Cup with 30 million Hong Kong Island dollars.
Thus creating the first record of Chinese ancient porcelain auction!
This man is known as the little Napoleon in the collecting world in Europe.
In China, there are many collectors and gamers who worship Goro Sakamoto to the core.
However, this man is a cultural relic dealer at heart.
He has a very good friend in China.
Qiu Yanzhi is also a cultural relic dealer.
In the first half of the last century, these two cultural relic dealers, one in Tiaoba and the other in China, were busy delivering things to other countries.
Throughout the ages, no one who has been a dealer in cultural relics has been clean.
After the reopening, these cultural relic dealers saw that the domestic situation was improving, and generously donated a few items to the National Expo and Mobo, and immediately transformed into patriotic businessmen with international friends.
He changed his waistcoat, returned to his old business openly, took advantage of legal loopholes, and sold at a low price and at a high price. No matter whether they are white or black, they will all be accepted.
As for the Cizhou kiln white glaze basin, it is a good thing. Things from the Jin Dynasty are rare in China now.
"You, do you know Mr. Tao?"
"Um."
The Mongolian girl tilted her head and looked at me: "You actually know Mr. Tao?"
"Um!"
"Do you know who Mr. Tao is?"
"It's a one-time relationship. I don't know."
The Mongolian girl came up to me without any restraint, clasped her fingers and spoke as fast as a gun.
"Chairman of Bozhen Auction House. Director of the first private museum in the country. No. 1 collector in Yandu. Judge of Shen Ertai Treasure Appraisal, judge of China Gate, Qianjia Forum..."
My face was dull and unmoved.
In my heart, Tao Bozhen is still the fish head who wants to pick up the big leak in the official suitcase!
After chatting endlessly, the Mongolian girl still had more to say: "If I had known that you knew Mr. Tao, I would still spend so much time asking someone to find a relationship. How did you meet Mr. Tao? I just saw that Mr. Tao was a little afraid of you. Feel."
"That's your illusion."
The Bagua furnace in the eyes of the Mongolian girl ignited the real fire of the three flavors that tempered Sun Monkey: "I just saw it with my own eyes. I am famous for my sharp eyes at the headquarters! You are definitely not an ordinary person."
I pursed my lips and whispered softly: "I'm from the second class."
The Mongolian girl pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes, glanced at me bitterly, then came close to me again and whispered: "Do me a favor. I'll invite Mr. Wang to inscribe the painting in the middle of the hall later. I'll treat you to dinner."
I said softly: "I'll treat you to food
meal. Please don't ask me for help. "
The Mongolian girl twisted her body: "Please. Child assistant. Child worker. From now on, I will be your internal agent. If there is anything happening in Fangzhou at the headquarters, I will be the first to inform you."
"The old man from the Li family said that if we can't get Mr. Wang's inscription, he won't sponsor our propaganda in the future."
"If I can't complete the task, the editor-in-chief will kill me."
I don’t really like the Mongolian girl’s gossipy heart, but I admire this girl’s straightforward and sincere character.
"Is there a commission for the two million sponsorship given by Li Zihua?"
"Yes. Five out of ten thousand."
"Do you want to earn ten commissions on a big deal?"
The Mongolian girl blinked: "How much?"
I said quietly: "Ten points commission. Two million!"
Immediately, the big Mongolian girl was frightened. Her face was full of horror and horror, and she said tremblingly: "It's too much. I can't afford it."
I lowered my eyelids and turned to the sunroom.
At this moment, Tao Bozhen came over and waved to me like a child.
There are very few sunrooms in China nowadays, especially one with an automatically retractable roof like the one in front of you, which is very rare.
Two beauties in cheongsam stood politely outside the door. At the door, a middle-aged man was holding a wheelchair and looking intently.
In the sun room, seven or eight old men in their sixties gathered around the large flat table, their eyes never leaving the front.
As soon as I entered the room, more than a dozen steady gazes were cast towards me, looking at me clearly inside and out.
"Didn't Sakamoto Goro donate a Cizhou kiln white glaze basin to the Takarashima Provincial Museum? As for being so high-profile?"
"Next time I meet him, I want to ask him what he said about the hundred boxes of rare books that I personally recovered back then."
"I also want to ask him, when I took these two things from him on behalf of China, were I scolding my mother in my heart?" On the large long table in the middle of the sun room, there are two very small things. Very small items.
One is an enamel gourd vase with a baby's play picture less than ten centimeters high.
The other item is a mother-of-pearl lacquerware box no more than fifteen centimeters long.
If other people saw these two things, they would definitely not be very interested.
But these two things can be called important weapons!
Those who can be called important by people in the industry all represent an era or a great person.
The former gourd vase is an official item of the Qianlong Emperor.
There are many gourd bottles handed down from the third generation of the Qing Dynasty, but the size of this one is only as high as a cigarette box. It is not an exaggeration to call it a unique gourd bottle.
Another mother-of-pearl lacquerware box is not unusual in style.
But the person who made it was an unprecedented lacquer craftsman in China!
bright!
Jiang Qianli!
These two important weapons were national treasures stolen from China by the Footpot people.
Later, the footbath was destroyed, and China established a recovery team, which successively recovered thousands of national treasures from the footbath.
Later, China sent people directly to the foot basin and brought back many national treasures!
These national treasures are all stored in the old museum!
There is history to check!
In front of the long table, on a large and comfortable sofa, an old man with white hair sat like a bell holding a cane.
His hair stood up in clumps and he looked energetic.
The face covered with age spots does not look like an old man at all. Instead, it is rosy and radiant, with extraordinary vigor.
In his left hand, he also held a very delicate grasshopper pot, which was covered with pulp and was as shiny as Hetian jade.
The old man in front of him is Tao Bozhen's teacher.
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