Good guy, the owner of this antique shop is so good at business, I don’t know where he got these fakes.
The two identification experts were attracted again, and then they identified them one by one with magnifying glasses.
Wu Yue looked at Li Mo and saw that he was not paying attention to the calligraphy and paintings on the counter, but was staring at a calligraphy work on the wall with interest.
"How much is the bid for this Bada Shanren work?"
"In China, the works of Bada Shanren are popular for collection, and they will also be traded for works that are more popular among bidders on the market. Similarly, I will not ask you for an exorbitant price. I will take away 2.6 million US dollars."
"Let's discuss it."
The buyer began to communicate quietly again.
It's all done, both calligraphy and paintings are eye-catching. Li Mo had already begun to wonder if the two experts were parallel imports and had no real ability.
"Boss, we have discussed it and we can offer 1.5 million US dollars to buy the original cursive script of Zhu Zhishan from the Ming Dynasty."
"Ignore the original painting of Bada Shanren. This authentic painting is cheaper."
The shop owner was promoting the works of Bada Shanren and seemed unwilling to bargain over the original Kuangcao works.
"Boss, if you offer a real price, we'll make a deal if we can accept it. If we can't, we'll stop shopping around."
"Yes, I can see that you really like it, so I will make a little less. The price is $2.45 million. This price has reached the end. You must earn some living expenses for me."
The group of people discussed for another two minutes, and finally the boss nodded and said, "Happy cooperation."
It’s so easy for foreigners to make money, and they can earn over 10 million yuan in just half an hour.
After sending away the group of customers, the shop owner looked at Li Mo, who had not left yet: "Sir, didn't you just want to see the good things? Do you want to see them now?"
"I'll forget it, I can't afford the price of millions of dollars. Boss, I've been waiting for so long just to buy a calligraphy and painting that looks okay. I can't afford the original calligraphy that costs millions of dollars. Wall. There are also things that can be touched.”
"Haha, this gentleman is so funny. Okay, I'm happy now. You like the work on the wall. As long as you like it, I will sell it to you cheaper."
"Thank you, boss." Li Mo pointed with a smile, "That regular script work."
The shop owner looked back, then asked the clerk to take it off and put it on the counter and said: "This is the work of Wang Hong. This man is amazing in history. His calligraphy is definitely famous."
Li Mo suddenly interrupted him and asked: "Boss, which dynasty is this Wang Hong you are talking about from?"
"I have actually researched this. He was a great calligrapher in the Qing Dynasty."
What the shop owner said was so serious that Li Mo almost believed it.
"Boss, don't be careless with me. You are going to sell this piece of regular script calligraphy for several hundred dollars."
"Sir, if you like this calligraphy work, how about taking it away with 888 US dollars?"
"It's quite a Gillette number. How about six hundred and sixty-six dollars? I'll come up with a good number and everyone will be happy."
"Haha, okay, just follow your wishes sir."
May paid consciously, and Dashan took the packaged calligraphy and painting and hugged it to his chest.
"Boss, the original "Inscription on a Humble Room" written by one of the four great talents of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Zhishan, was sold at a very low price. It only cost more than two million U.S. dollars, which is only more than 10 million yuan. I remember that there is an ancient charm in Kyoto. Xuan Museum, there was also an exhibition in that museum of the same "Humbling Room Inscription" written by Zhu Zhishan in wild cursive style. I heard it is worth about 1.5 billion yuan, but you are really losing money by selling it for only one-tenth of the price."
The shop owner's expression changed a little instantly, but he controlled it very well and then said with a smile: "We just make a living and don't think much about it."
"Boss, for the sake of fellow compatriots, I will give you a suggestion."
"Oh, sir, please speak."
"In the antique business, if you want to sell fakes as genuine ones, then you have to be familiar with the market price of the real ones. At least the price cannot be too outrageous. If it is too outrageous and you meet someone who is proficient in this, then you don't need to spend that much money at all. After a long period of appraisal, you can basically tell whether the work in your hand is genuine or fake as long as you hear your asking price. For example, you just sold the original painting of Zhu Zhishan Kuangcao. You thought it was authentic, but you paid an incredibly low price. For sale, this also deceives people who are half-understood, or people who don’t know how to pretend to understand.”
What Li Mo said was straightforward enough. He was pointing out that the Kuang Cao he just sold was a fake.
"Either it will be picked up, or it will not open for three years, and it will last for three years after opening."
The shop owner then looked at Li Mo seriously and asked solemnly: "Sir, are you an expert too?"
Li Mo smiled and turned to leave.
"Sir, please wait a moment." The shop owner hurriedly walked out with a somewhat embarrassed smile, "Sir, is there any other explanation for the work you just bought?"
Li Mo stopped and turned to look at him, thought for a moment and said, "Well, let me make it clear to you. The author of this work is not called Wang Hong, but Wang Chong. He is a calligrapher of the Ming Dynasty. He is erudite and talented, good at seal carving, and good at landscapes, flowers and birds. He has a high reputation for poetry and prose, and is especially famous for his books. He is good at small regular script and his cursive writing is particularly exquisite."
"This work is his authentic calligraphy in small regular script. By the way, this man also has an interesting identity. Legend has it that he is Tang Bohu's son-in-law."
After speaking, Li Mo hugged his fists and strode out of the antique store.
The shop owner was a little confused, but another clerk came out and said anxiously: "Boss, is the painting just now authentic?"
Is it authentic? Got picked up and missed?
At this time, the woman who received Li Mo frowned and said, "No, I have really seen this person somewhere, I just didn't remember it for a moment."
"If you can't remember, don't think about it. You watch celebrities online every day. Is he a big star?"
The people next to her couldn't help but pat her when they saw her nagging.
"Celebrity?" The woman cooed, then her expression changed suddenly. She hurriedly took out her mobile phone from her pocket and started operating it, her eyes almost touching the screen of the mobile phone. She excitedly stamped her feet and shouted, "Boss, it's him, it's really him. , he is a well-known treasure appraisal expert in China, Mr. Li Mo, an associate professor in the history departments of two top universities, Beijing University and Tsinghua University. Under his leadership, some of the treasures of the Jinling disaster were found. I intercepted several short videos at that time. . Oh my god, that man of god actually stood in front of us just now."
Not to mention that no one knew about it, but when it was mentioned, that figure immediately appeared in everyone's mind.
"They look very similar. Are they the same person?"
"It should be a person. He is an expert in treasure appraisal. He knows that there is an antique festival here in Seattle. Maybe Associate Professor Li came here to hunt for treasures. If it is really Associate Professor Li, then what he just said is very credible. "
The shop owner also watched the short video carefully, and then slapped himself on the head. He deliberately packaged the fake product as an authentic one, but the original product was hung outside as gravel. What's even more ridiculous is that he actually mistook Wang Chong for Wang Hong. This shame was really thrown abroad.
Li Mo and the others walked out of the antique shop. Dashan patted the box on his chest and asked, "Mr. Qin, is this Wang Chong really Tang Bohu's son-in-law?"
"Does it feel novel?" Li Mo said with a slight smile, "It should be true."
