"Mr. Qin, why did you remind him just now?"
May was a little confused.
"In the antique industry, there are only people who pick up holes and make holes. How can you sell genuine products at low prices? When you meet a truly knowledgeable expert, people are too lazy to deal with him. That's why the antique industry has a saying that it will last three years if it does not open for business, and it will take three years for it to open. If If I were to sell the fake Zhu Zhishan cursive calligraphy, my starting price would be at least 130 million yuan, which is in line with the value of an authentic piece."
"I reminded him to compensate for his big mistake. Either he doesn't take action, or if he does, he will die." Li Mo suddenly laughed when he said this, "Am I a little sinister?"
None of the four people following him responded.
Li Mo walked and walked, but before they reached the square, Dashan and the others found twenty-six more antiques, including porcelain, jade, sculptures, ancient books, and two pieces of lacquerware from the late Ming Dynasty.
"It's inconvenient to carry so many things, so everyone else has to send them back to the store,"
A few people finally arrived at the square, where a huge shed was built to provide shade from the sun and wind and rain when the weather was bad. Rows of stalls are arranged in an orderly manner. The area of each stall is much larger than that of retail investors on the avenue outside, and the items placed are several levels higher in terms of appearance and sophistication.
Moreover, there are very few casual tourists who walk in here. At first glance, they are all walking around in groups.
"Mr. Qin, it seems that the people setting up street stalls here are all regular soldiers."
"This metaphor is quite appropriate. There are guerrillas outside, so I don't know who has the stronger fighting power."
As Li Mo walked, he looked at each street stall. There were so many good things. He stopped in front of a stall and glanced at several pieces of porcelain.
"Boss, can I see these porcelains?"
After receiving permission, Li Mo picked up a white and slightly gray plate. He looked at it carefully and asked, "What's the price of this plate?"
The stall owner is a middle-aged American woman in her forties, and there are two men in professional uniforms beside her. She first looked at Li Mo, then at the three men and one woman standing next to him, and said with a smile: "Five hundred dollars."
"There are countless porcelains like this in China, and even more exquisite ones are innumerable. You can buy a dozen of them for one hundred dollars. Can you tell me why this is worth five hundred dollars?"
May was translating on the side, and the stall owner shrugged and said, "These batches were passed down from my grandfather. When he was young, he went to China and Southeast Asia. It is said that they are all antiques brought back from that time. Five A hundred dollars is not a high price for me to open."
Li Mo just smiled slightly after hearing this, put it back and said, "Only we Chinese can appreciate their beauty. As for you expecting museums or professional Taobao people in the United States to take a fancy to them, that's almost impossible. . Apart from being a little older, this batch of porcelain has no other artistic value. It costs a hundred dollars each. I will pick some and take them away."
"Dear sir, antiques are a matter of opinion. You may think they are ordinary, but in the eyes of some people, they are witnesses of history and the most perfect works of art. For one hundred dollars, I am sorry to say that we Unable to reach cooperation intention."
The stall owner declined Li Mo.
Li Mo nodded slightly towards her, turned and walked towards other stalls.
"Mr. Qin, since those porcelains are antiques, why didn't you find a way to bring them back?" Dashan asked in confusion.
"There are countless calligraphy and painting works passed down through history. Is every work priceless? There are indeed many ancient porcelains on the stall, and even the earliest ones date back to the Song Dynasty. But they were not fired in official kilns. After being fired in private kilns, they are exported. They are all called export porcelain. In terms of the level of craftsmanship produced, there is more than one gap between them and official kilns. You can buy it with five hundred dollars, but if you don't bargain, , I think antique trading lacks a soul."
"Is the Song Dynasty's porcelain expensive for export?"
Li Mo turned his head and looked at Dashan: "Exported porcelain does not have much market value, and it has no collection value. It can only be bought and placed in a museum for interested people.
You can learn about some of the foreign trade situation of the Song Dynasty at that time, which has some historical research value. "
"If you really want to say how much it's worth, it should be no problem if it's less than 10,000 yuan. But you have to find a suitable buyer. They are different from official kiln porcelain. If a Song Dynasty official kiln porcelain really comes out, it will cost several million yuan. , tens of millions of dollars, hundreds of millions of dollars are possible.”
Dashan scratched his head and said in a somewhat unimaginable way: "It's just a piece of porcelain. How can it be so expensive? Hundreds of millions of dollars. I can't even think about it."
"Hahaha, this is called separated by rows. But in the final analysis, it actually follows the law of rare things being valuable."
Li Mo suddenly stopped. There were three groups of people surrounding a stall in front of him. Their accents seemed to be Thai. Three Thai men of different ages were looking at the Buddha statues on the stall, while their bodyguards were looking around warily, fearing that someone might bump into their boss.
There are only Buddha statues on this stall, and there are many shapes, which have strong characteristics of the times. The reason why Li Mo was interested in taking a closer look was mainly because the shapes of the Buddha statues on the stalls were obviously different from those in China.
In other words, these Buddha statues come from other countries in Southeast Asia. The small Buddha statue is only the size of a palm, and the large Buddha statue is very large. It is a wooden Buddha statue of Sakyamuni, the Lord of Ten Thousand Buddhas. It is more than one meter high and more than 70 centimeters wide. It has a calm and dignified expression. There are many traces of fire on the surface of the wood carving, as if it has experienced all kinds of disasters before achieving perfection.
Although the wood carving of Sakyamuni is large, it is not magnificent enough compared to other small and gilded Buddha statues.
Li Mo had no religious beliefs, so he just took a few more glances out of curiosity. Just when he was about to walk away, his eyes glanced at the fingers of the largest wooden sculpture of Sakyamuni, and then he felt slightly strange.
The Buddha had standard postures for meditating in the mudra, but this Buddha's mudra is rather strange. He put his hands together, palms up, his left hand down, and his thumbs touching each other. This is Amitabha's seal. But the index finger of his right hand was bent and pointed at his chest, and this Amitabha seal suddenly seemed nondescript.
Li Mo followed the direction pointed by his index finger and looked suddenly with strange eyes. The wood carving actually emitted a light blue halo, which meant that the wood carving was three to four hundred years old.
When his sight penetrated the wooden sculpture of Sakyamuni again, his expression suddenly changed. There is actually a Buddha statue hidden inside the wood carving, and its eyes are full of emerald green, emitting an extremely beautiful blue aperture, and the world in his eyes suddenly becomes so peaceful and peaceful.
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