Lao Mo didn't despise He Ren just because he said he had some understanding.
There are many proverbs and rules in the antique industry. Anyone who can say "Ink from the Tang and Song Dynasties is peerless, ink from the Ming Dynasty is rare" must have some understanding of ancient ink, and it is impossible to only have a brief understanding of it.
Old Mo put away his contempt and said, "The young man is right. Ink ingots have always been loved by literati, calligraphers and painters. It is said that Cao Cao and Cao Mengde during the Three Kingdoms period were particularly fond of ink. But at that time we had ink ingots. Definitely not seen anymore.”
“During the Tang and Song Dynasties, famous ink was a must-have furnishing for literati’s writing desks. Not only did the ink have to be of excellent quality, but it also required beautiful form and decoration. This prompted ink to form a category of arts and crafts and become a work of art that people collect. "
"Su Shi and Sima Guang in the Song Dynasty and Dong Qichang in the Ming Dynasty all loved to collect ink ingots, but there are very few ink ingots handed down from the Tang and Song dynasties. I have only seen them once in so many years. Unfortunately, both the appearance and the fragrance of the ink are of inferior quality and cannot be appreciated. It has the same charm as it did back then. But even so, it is still a unique masterpiece."
He Ren put aside his thoughts of picking up the leaks, Lao Mo was obviously a lover of ink.
The focus of treasure friends is rather strange.
"Cao Mengde? Doesn't he like other people's wives?"
"Sima Guang? The one who smashed the vat? What is his relationship with Mo?"
"The fragrance of ink? What kind of fragrance can ink have? I practiced calligraphy when I was a child. Why do I feel that ink smells bad?"
He Ren smiled and said, "That's because most of the ink we see now is not ancient ink. Just now the boss said that the ancient ink from the Tang and Song Dynasties are all orphans. In fact, the ink from the Ming Dynasty is rarely handed down and is very rare. The ink from the Qing Dynasty is relatively rare. It’s more, but it’s still expensive.”
He Ren pointed to the brocade ink from Qianlong's Imperial Poetry Collection of Ten Scenes of the West Lake on the stall and said, "As I said just now, if it is a genuine brocade from the Qianlong period, it would cost more than 4 million. Even if it is an imitation from the Republic of China, it is still worth 50- 800,000, how can ordinary people be willing to use this kind of ancient ink to write and paint?"
The treasure friends clicked their tongues when they heard this. Zhang Nuo also came back at this time. She happened to hear the last few words, "I heard that many contemporary calligraphers and paintings use ancient ink. Are they all so expensive?"
He Ren shook his head, "No. Most of the ones they use are from the Republic of China or the late Qing Dynasty. Although they are not cheap, they are still affordable. And they are not using royal ink and tribute ink, but mostly writing ink and If you make your own ink, the price is even lower.”
He Ren carefully picked up a brocade box from the stall and handed it to Zhang Nuo, "Smell it."
Zhang Nuo didn't know why, so he sniffed it carefully, and then was shocked, "Is this... musk?"
Some treasure friends with profound legal knowledge immediately reported, "Musky? It's illegal. The anchor should call the police."
He Ren waved his hand, "Don't make trouble, it's illegal now, but this is musk from more than 160 years ago. Who are you going to call the police on? Just this ink ingot is worth fifty thousand."
The treasure friends naturally don’t believe it.
"This ink ingot is more than a hundred years old? How did the anchor tell?"
"Is the anchor making this up? This ink ingot is cracked. How can it still be worth fifty thousand?"
"It is precisely because the ink ingot is cracked that it is valuable." He Ren pointed to the cracks on the ink ingot and said, "This is called patent leather. The real ink ingot is inside. Because of the age, the patent leather will show snakeskin breaks. If there is no pattern, everyone should be careful, it is probably a modern imitation."
Zhang Nuoqi asked, "Is ancient ink so valuable?"
"The materials are also expensive."
He Ren weighed the ink ingot in his hand, "Just like this ink ingot, it is made of pine smoke, also called pine smoke ink. It also contains precious medicinal materials such as pearls, rhinoceros horns and musk, and then goes through thousands of It is processed through more than ten processes of pounding thousands of pestles. It is purely handmade, unlike many modern inks that are pressed out by machines, so the price is naturally incomparable."
Old Mo showed admiration on his face, "My little friend is indeed very knowledgeable and a person who understands ink. This loose pine smoke ink is indeed the most valuable thing in my stall. It is fate that you and I meet today. You can choose one at will." , I’ll give you a discount as a meeting gift.”
He Ren put down the pine smoke ink and pointed to a piece of blue-black ink on the other side, "I like this one better."
Seeing the ink ingots selected by He Ren, Lao Mo's evaluation of He Ren was even higher. If it were an ordinary person, he might just ask for this loose smoke ink. After all, the higher the total price, the higher the discount. But He Ren is obviously not the kind of person who likes to take advantage.
Old Mo was also very angry and said directly, "My little friend is a very particular person. This is oil fume ink from the early Republic of China. It is not a famous ink and it does not use good materials. I will give you a 50% discount and three thousand yuan."
He Ren looked at Liu Fei who was holding his mobile phone, "Xiao Liu, do you still have money in your mobile phone?"
Liu Fei thought He Ren was asking him to borrow money, so he hesitated, "I just graduated, and it only costs a few thousand yuan."
"Do you have three thousand? You can buy this Kaimo. I happen to have no money in my phone."
Liu Fei suddenly understood that He Ren wanted to give him some sweetness, but it was just his first day at work, so how could he have the nerve to accept a gift worth thousands of dollars?
"Brother Ren, I..."
He Ren pushed Liu Fei, "Why do you talk so much? Just buy it if I ask you to. Can I still harm you?"
Speaking of which, how could Liu Fei refuse? He had no choice but to take out his mobile phone and scan 3,000 yuan for Lao Mo, put away the ink tablets, then took the mobile phone from Zhang Nuo's hand and continued the live broadcast.
He Ren was very satisfied. Although it was Liu Fei's first day at work, the young man had a steady hand and didn't talk much.
Unlike some assistants of treasure appraisal anchors, who sometimes talk more than the anchors and just forget about reminding them. Some assistants mainly make fun of the anchors. Do you really think they are sitting in the VIP seats?
Moreover, today He Ren picked up the missed items himself, and also helped Zhang Nuo pick up the missed ones, and also drew two prizes for the treasure friends. After all, Liu Fei is also He Ren's person, so he can't let others suffer.
In this era, we are not worried about scarcity but about inequality...
Zhou Zhou, like Lao Mo, has a high opinion of He Ren. This young man has a way of winning people's hearts and his future is limitless.
Zhou Zhou immediately said to Liu Fei, "Xiao Liu, right? Do you have any thoughts on selling ink ingots? I can pay up to 8,000 yuan. The first order will be the same, and there will be no handling fee."
Before Liu Fei could say anything, He Ren agreed on his behalf, "Why don't you thank Brother Zhou?"
"Thank you, Brother Zhou." Liu Fei was sincere and put the ink sticks into Zhou Wan's hand. Zhou Wan couldn't laugh or cry, so he had to take out his mobile phone and transfer 8,000 yuan to Liu Fei.
He Ren could see clearly that the market price of oil smoke ink in the Republic of China was only five or six thousand yuan. Although the ancient ink market was very active, it was possible to wait for someone to sell it for ten thousand yuan, but turning over 8,000 yuan was definitely a sign of self-importance. court.
He Ren took the initiative to add Lao Mo's contact information. Judging from the fact that Lao Mo could ask for He Ren's things, he was an open-minded person and had extensive knowledge of antiques, so he was worth making friends with.
After adding it, He Ren asked Zhang Nuo, "How was it? Does Jubao Pavilion allow us to live broadcast?"
"You can live broadcast, but you can't take pictures of customers' faces."
"Then let's go take a look."
After saying that, He Ren was the first to walk towards the Jubao Pavilion.
