A recognized giant in the antique industry!
A legend of a generation!
Wang Jingsong!
The Mongolian girl was standing next to me, careful not to breathe, looking at Wang Jingsong with eyes full of adoration.
Don’t be afraid of big Mongolian girls doing promotional work at the headquarters. I have seen countless giants at home and abroad, but this is the first time I have seen a legendary antique giant like Wang Jingsong in my life.
If other people want to meet the giant guy that the Mongolian girl has seen, they have to queue up to make an appointment and ask for a favor.
And these giants, if they want to meet a giant like Wang Jingsong, they also have to queue up to make an appointment and ask for a favor.
In addition, it depends on Wang Jingsong’s mood.
It doesn’t show up when it’s windy, it doesn’t show up when it rains, it doesn’t show up when it’s hot, it doesn’t show up when it’s cold, it doesn’t show up when it’s rich but not educated, it doesn’t show up when it’s educated but it doesn’t taste good, it doesn’t show up when it’s not in good health, it doesn’t show up when it’s good, it doesn’t happen when it’s in a bad mood.
In short, just one sentence.
Talking and laughing about Confucianism, visiting officials!
So awesome!
This giant is indeed really awesome.
The combined wealth of the few disciples standing in front of the table, not to mention buying the land in Liulichang and then rebuilding it, there is no pressure. Read the book
This does not include Tao Bozhen beside me.
Mr. Tao, who was called the Mongolian girl with all due respect, was only Wang Jingsong's registered disciple.
"Teacher, please calm down. There's no need to argue with that old guy Goro Sakamoto."
"Boss is right, teacher. He is your defeated general, so just treat him like a piece of shit."
Several of Wang Jingsong's disciples tried to persuade him, but Wang Jingsong was still angry.
Tao Bozhen stepped forward and whispered: "Teacher, you often teach us that objects are just toys. Sakamoto Goro is a bastard, a bastard, and you will lose your worth by getting angry with him."
Wang Jingsong listened to these words.
He nodded lightly and said hello, holding the small gourd in his hand and placing it on the table, he said with a domineering tone: "One day Goro Sakamoto dies, and I collect all his things."
Several old men responded in unison.
"That's right. There's also that stinky money dealer Ellsworth. He had a four-armchair in his hand, and he also took it away."
There was another bunch of old and vigorous echoes.
When the Mongolian girl standing next to me heard the word An Siyuan, she immediately puffed up her mouth and stared with shock on her face.
An Siyuan. This is another world-class collection giant.
Tao Bozhen bowed his head and said with a smile: "Teacher, please keep your spirits up every day. When the time comes, you can collect them yourself. When you're done, take all the items to the tombs of Sakamoto and An Siyuan, and piss them off again."
Tao Bozhen's words were a bit vicious, but Wang Jingsong immediately raised her head and laughed, slapping the table again: "That's it!"
"I'll make them angry and let's continue fighting."
A large number of big figures in the antique collecting industry nearby responded in response, making Wang Jingsong laugh heartily.
Taking advantage of Wang Jingsong's happiness, Tao Bozhen stepped forward and whispered.
Wang Jingsong hummed, her eyes widened and she shouted coldly: "I won't do this next time."
Tao Bozhen quickly bowed in response, stepped back to make way, and introduced me: "Master. This is the child teacher."
I took two steps forward and nodded slightly: "Hello, Mr. Wang. I'm the child teacher here."
When they heard that I introduced myself to my family, several big bosses were startled.
Wang Jingsong turned her head and looked away, and two thick and rough lights hit my face: "So young? When did you get into this industry?"
Wang Jingsong regarded me as an antique dealer, with serious doubts and disdain in her tone.
But I don't care.
Giants like Wang Jingsong who do not take Goro Sakamoto and An Siyuan seriously have their own magnanimity and temperament.
Seeing that I didn't reply, Wang Jingsong had a look of surprise on her face, and then she said, "I heard that you picked up a water compass made by the Yongle Imperial Guard?"
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the old men around me changed, and all their eyes focused on me.
Wang Jingsong is ninety-six years old, but her health
Excellent, articulate and speak clearly and very quickly.
I nodded and said, "Good luck, I took an elixir."
Wang Jingsong sat with a big golden sword, tapping the table with her middle finger casually: "Take it out and let me take a look."
The moment the water compass was placed on the table, Wang Jingsong did not pay attention, but looked at the way I held the water compass.
I saw that Wang Jingsong was extremely dissatisfied with me.
Because the way I hold the water compass is too ordinary. It's no different from shoveling the land or Baofengzhai.
There is a chain of contempt in every industry. In Wang Jingsong's eyes, I am just a newbie.
The fact that he was able to meet me was definitely a blessing from my ancestral tomb, which was built by stepping on the dragon's tail and emitting green smoke.
The next second, I saw real technical work.
I saw Wang Jingsong slowly reaching out and reaching the water compass. She made chicken claws between her thumb, index and middle fingers and gently lifted them. The water compass that was one foot away magically reached Wang Jingsong's palm.
In just a moment, his hand holding the water compass changed into an index finger and middle finger clasping the inner wall of the water compass, a thumb and ring finger close to the outer wall of the water compass, and a little finger resting on the bottom of the water compass.
With this skill, even if someone bumps into him from the front, the water compass will remain as stable as a rock.
Completely different from other masters seen on TV, Wang Jingsong did not wear gloves.
Whether reading calligraphy, painting or porcelain, Wang Jingsong never wears gloves.
This is also his rule.
In fact, before gloves were introduced to China, there was no custom of wearing gloves in antique shops. The same goes for archeology.
With the water compass in hand, Wang Jingsong first looked at the bright color of the skin, then flipped her wrist, revealing every detail of the bottom.
After that, raise the water compass to the sun and look inside.
After reading it in a few seconds, Wang Jingsong raised her hand, and a disciple immediately brought him a small bamboo stick.
I saw Wang Jingsong holding a small bamboo stick and poking lightly on the outer wall of the water compass where the words were written, picking out the tiny bits of dirt and putting it into her mouth.
He rolled his tongue against his upper teeth and licked it, pursed his lips and closed his eyes, and slowly put down the water compass.
A few seconds later, Wang Jingsong picked up a small bamboo stick and poked it into the bottom of the water compass, then circled it twice. Then he flicked his index finger in, circled it twice and put it into his mouth.
In the eyes of the Mongolian girl, this scene is like watching a fantasy movie.
But in my eyes, it's a different picture.
The first person to appraise woodware in the Ming Dynasty, he truly deserves his reputation.
"It is indeed the tung oil and hemp ash from the Ming Dynasty. It has the same smell as the one on the coffin of Emperor Wanli."
"Eat it once and you'll never forget it."
Hearing this, the Mongolian girl immediately pinched her throat and looked disgusted.
"Cut the wood into a plate, inscribe the characters of stems and branches on it, float the needle on the water, and point it towards the boat."
"Gong Zhen only recorded the water compass, but not the material of the water compass. This is iron wood. It is not afraid of water, so it is most suitable for making a water compass."
"At that time, the water compass was also called a treasure compass. When sailing in the ocean, you could only rely on it during the day. Every treasure compass is a treasure."
"So each treasure compass is filled with tung oil and hemp ash. The process is the same as the five hemp and one ash used to wrap the pillars in the Forbidden City. It is fireproof and waterproof."
"It's just that this treasure compass has a few more processes. It can even match the coffin of Emperor Wanli."
"It's badly hurt outside, but there's still some room to look for inside."
After saying so many words in one breath, Wang Jingsong pushed the water compass aside.
