Seeing me saying this, Fatty Wu thought I was going to bargain for him, so he hurriedly took the phone back, waiting for the final result with an expectant look on his face.
"This little brother, this is a serious official kiln blue and white from the Yongle period of the Ming Dynasty. Look at the bottom of this bottle. It was made in the Yongle period of the Ming Dynasty. Eight hundred is already very cheap."
Seeing that the stall owner had fixed the price, I didn't know what to say, so I took Fatty Wu and planned to leave.
Fatty Wu naturally didn't want to leave, so he took every step he could and kept blinking at me.
"Hey, little brother, wait a minute, how about I give up another fifty or seven hundred and five lines?"
The stall owner finally spoke, and even stabbed himself.
Fatty Wu was about to turn around when he heard this, but I pulled him back.
Seeing that I was unmoved, the stall owner said again: "Brother, let's do this. You give me a price. If it's similar, I'll sell it. What do you think?"
I finally stood still, turned around and stretched out the five fingers of my left hand.
"What...five hundred, little brother, are you kidding me? Now I've cut off another hundred and fifty."
The stall owner frowned and said with an embarrassed expression.
"Boss, I think you misunderstood, it's not five hundred, but...five yuan!"
"What...five dollars! Boy, I think you are sincerely looking for trouble, don't you? Get out of here, don't you hear me, or I will lose one of your hands!"
Faced with the threat from the stall owner, I said calmly: "The boss misunderstood, I'm not here to cause trouble. In fact, your bottle is only worth five yuan!"
"You brat, what do you mean? You mean that the goods I sell are fakes. What evidence do you have? You can't tell me anything. Don't even think about leaving this antique market intact today!"
The street stall owner shouted, attracting a lot of people to watch, most of whom were probably with the street stall owner, either asking for or asking for help.
"Hey, how can this young boy talk? How can he falsely accuse the boss of selling guys?"
"Yes, the boss's things are genuine. This guy said this. He is obviously here to cause trouble. Hurry up and call the police to arrest him."
Seeing that things were not going well, Fatty Wang came to my side and tugged at the corners of my clothes hard, winking at me, which meant that he was telling me that doing more is worse than doing less. We are here to get rich. Don't mess with others.
The so-called antique market is a mixed place. The things sold there are good and bad, real and fake, some are collected through formal channels, and some are dumped secretly from graves.
Fatty Wu's eyesight is not good, so I made him understand clearly that the so-called leak was just a fake.
He knows what he owns, and the stall owner knows whether it is worth eight hundred yuan.
I thought that he would be so embarrassed by this, but I never thought that he would actually confuse right and wrong, and even threaten to destroy one of my hands. He really treated me, Xie Dongzi, like a soft persimmon.
I shook off Fatty Wang's hand and said to the stall owner with a smile: "Okay, then I will tell you one, two, three. If I am right, you will get five for this bottle." Sell it to me for 1 yuan, and I also want to pick something from your stall, what do you think?"
"Okay, but if you make this up, I'm going to kill one of your hands today!"
I smiled slightly, looked at the blue and white bottle, which was not much bigger than a large Coke bottle, and said, "Let's take a look at your green material first. As we all know, the patterns on the surface of blue and white porcelain are all made of cobalt material, because cobalt material is originally silver-white. , even if the paint is mixed, it will still be green and translucent after firing, but your pattern is so dark, I am afraid it was painted with splashes of pastel."
"After talking about the blue material, let's talk about the decoration. The decorations you have are mainly about peaks and mountains and auspicious clouds. It looks like that, but in fact it is full of loopholes. Let's ask what the blue and white decorations of the Ming and Qing Dynasties are about. It is vigorous and powerful, with clear lines, but you have them all lumped together. It is obvious that the green material was fired before it was dry. More importantly, your auspicious cloud is not the bracket cloud that represents the Ming and Qing Dynasties at all. Like marshmallows.”
"This bottle is considered a fake among fakes. I paid you five yuan, so what do you think? Do you want me to give it to you again to popularize it?"
The stall owner probably thought that I was sincerely looking for trouble, but he didn't expect that what I said was so clear-cut that he and his accomplices were speechless.
At this embarrassing moment, a few crisp applause sounded from the crowd behind me, and a man with gray hair and a gray beard walked out of the crowd with a smile and clapped his hands.
"My little brother has great eyesight. What kind of masters are the elders in the family? Can you tell me?"
I glanced at the old man and said casually: "My godfather is known as Liu Baye!"
"What... Mr. Liu is your godfather?!"
After hearing the name Liu Baye, the old man was obviously shocked, and his gray beard trembled.
Although all of the people in the antique market come from the three provinces, they are all familiar with the famous figures in this industry, and my godfather Liu Baye can be regarded as a figure among the figures, otherwise this old man would not It won't be like this anymore.
"Okay, Mr. Ba's godson is indeed very discerning. Today I have made the decision. I will sell you this bottle for five yuan. In addition, as the little brother said before, you can choose whatever you like from this stall. , given for free!”
"no……!"
The stall owner's expression was extremely ugly, and he opened his mouth to argue, but as soon as the words came to his lips, the old man glared hard at him, lowered his head, and did not dare to say more.
"This old man, this junior will be disrespectful."
As I said that, I turned my head and started scanning the stall in front of me.
There are a lot of things on the stalls, bottles and cans ranging from 100 to 80, but at first glance, most of them cost five yuan.
After going back and forth to choose, I pointed to a broken snuff bottle lying in the corner and used as a pressing stone and said, "That's the one."
Everyone present, including Fatty Wu, thought I would take away something valuable from the stall, but they did not expect that what I chose was an inconspicuous and broken snuff bottle that was used as a stone. , suddenly everyone cast a strange look at me.
"This kid must be stupid. He doesn't want so many good things, but he wants such a small broken snuff bottle."
"No, that's some bullshit antique. I don't want it to stick in my ass." The stall owner also looked gloating, and gave me the snuff bottle, and told me that I couldn't use it again after I selected it. Replaced.
"Oh, little brother, why did you choose this snuff bottle?"
The old man asked with a puzzled look on his face.
I raised my hand and gently wiped the dirty marks on the snuff bottle, revealing the original pattern of the bottle. Although it was still dilapidated, it was somewhat more elegant than before.
I put my thumb and middle finger on the upper and lower ends of the snuff bottle respectively, and raised it above my head towards the sun.
"Old man, look at this bottle. It's white with green inside. It's warm in color and insulated to keep cool. It's made of fine blue and white jade material. Looking at the patterns on the bottle, it's simple but without losing its foundation. If your guess is correct, this must have been made by a certain master, and looking at the degree of wear and patina, it must be from the mid-Qing Dynasty."
"Well... a small snuff bottle like this would probably be worth three to five thousand yuan on the market. Thank you, boss!"
After saying that, I put down my hand and handed the snuff bottle in my hand to Fatty Wang beside me. Fatty Wu hurriedly stretched out his hands and carefully took the snuff bottle as if he had found a treasure. His big fat face was all over. I'm almost overjoyed.
"Okay, you are indeed the eighth master's godson. I admire him very much."
The old man hugged me with a fist. This is the highest etiquette in the industry. No matter how old you are, even if you meet a baby who is still sucking milk, as long as he is more capable than you, you must greet him with this big salute.
Seeing the old man saluting me, I hurriedly returned the favor, and then I pulled Fatty Wu and squeezed out of the crowd.
During this period, I looked back at the stall owner and saw that he was glaring at me with an angry look in his eyes, full of spiteful resentment.
