Seeing He Ren's mean smile and the jade in his hand, Xu Qingjie knew that he had been fooled again!
He wished he could just throw the jade away, but he still retained a trace of fantasy in his heart. What if it was not worth a million? Didn’t the sales on the 21st just now exceed 900,000? That’s not too much of a loss.
The main thing is that you won’t lose too much face...
But Xu Qingjie's fantasy was quickly shattered. An old man sitting in front of him turned around and said with a smile, "Young Master Xu, you still need to practice your eyesight."
Xu Qingjie was startled and was about to have a seizure, but when he saw it was Fang Mingxuan, he swallowed back the curse words on his lips, "Mr. Fang, is this a fake?"
"I wasn't sure at first, but after you and He Xiaoyou made such a fuss, I can confirm that it must be a fake."
Xu Qingjie's attention was not on the fake, but on He Ren, "Little friend He? Does Mr. Fang know him? Which family is he from?"
Fang Mingxuan shook his head, "He's not a disciple of any family, he's just an ordinary treasure appraiser."
"Master treasure appraiser? So young?"
"Have you heard of the "Dabaojian"? He just defeated Zhou Wei in the live broadcast and even defeated that old boy Wang Yan. Do you think he is a treasure appraiser?"
"Well……"
Xu Qingjie glanced at He Ren again, this time it was not hatred, but curiosity.
He had also dealt with Zhou Wei and Wang Yan, and he knew their skills in treasure appraisal. He didn't expect that He Ren, who was younger than Zhou Wei, could actually defeat Zhou Wei. It seemed that He Ren really had two abilities. Take the brush.
Fang Mingxuan added another punch, "Mr. Xu, you should just go pick up girls honestly. The treasure appraisal industry requires talent. You have poor eyesight and psychology, and you can't do it. Tsk tsk..."
Xu Qingjie's lungs were about to burst with anger, but Fang Mingxuan was his elder. Even his father had to address him as Uncle Fang, and he could only listen when others spoke...
But if he wants Xu Qingjie to just let go, he still can't do it. After all, he is a pampered rich second generation. No matter how well-educated he is, he still has arrogance and must get his place back.
Of course, the price still needs to be raised, but be careful. He has already been fooled by He Ren twice. If he is fooled three times in a row, then he will be very low-key in the circle of the rich second generation...
Xie Baokun was very happy. Looking at Xu Qingjie's suitcase, he probably only carried seven or eight million in cash. After a while, he had spent almost two million, while Xie Baokun only spent more than two hundred thousand. Now both parties Financial resources are about the same.
If He Ren's more than one million in cash is added to it, Xie Baokun is still confident of winning the Xuande Blue and White Bowl, but it will be more stable if he can consume more of Xu Qingjie's cash.
"Brother He, below is a huanghuali pen holder. Do we want to do it again?"
He Ren thought for a while and said, "You can't see anything like wood in the photo. Let's see the real thing later."
"The third auction item is a large huanghuali winter plum pen holder from the Jiajing period of the Ming Dynasty, with a diameter of 24 cm and a height of 48 cm. The starting price is 300,000 yuan, and each increase in price must not be less than 10,000 yuan."
The beautiful host was not in a hurry to start filming. She also knew that the wood must be seen clearly, so she raised her hand to signal the guests who wanted to come forward to appraise the treasure.
He Ren, Zhang Nuo, Xie Baokun, Fang Mingxuan and Xu Qingjie all came to the stage. Things like pen holders are very suitable for collecting or giving as gifts.
Xu Qingjie didn't come here today to pick up girls. He really wanted to buy something to give away, especially things for his study, otherwise he wouldn't have spent fifty thousand to buy Zhang Nuo's pen holder.
Of course, Xu Qingjie would not refuse if he could pick up girls...
Fang Mingxuan was the oldest and most famous among the guests today. Everyone was so eager to let him get started first. As a result, Fang Mingxuan watched for five minutes, his brows still furrowed and he never let go.
It wasn't until the beautiful host couldn't help but remind Fang Mingxuan that he put the pen holder back to its original place, shook his head, and walked to He Ren instead of returning to his seat.
He Ren was puzzled, "Mr. Fang, what are you doing?"
Fang Mingxuan didn't pretend to be pretentious and said directly, "I took a look, but I couldn't tell. What do you think you have?"
He Ren's brows furrowed deeper than Fang Mingxuan's. He didn't answer Fang Mingxuan's question, mainly because of the information given by the Treasure Eye.
Name: Jiajing Huanghuali Pen Holder
Years: four hundred and sixty-seven years
If such a large yellow flower pear material is really from the Jiajing period, it should be worth about 1.5 million.
This was embarrassing. He Ren wasn't sure whether the information given by the Treasure Appraisal Eye was true.
"ah?"
Just then, the pen holder came into Xie Baokun's hand. He turned it slightly, and He Ren saw a poem on it, "The inkstone is half dry when it is made of ice, and the plum blossoms are painted in the cold day and night."
Fang Mingxuan's eyes lit up, "Did He Xiaoyou see any clues?"
Just as He Ren was about to speak, he found that the noisy environment suddenly became quiet. Everyone pretended to be nonchalant, but their ears were stretched out, wanting to hear what He Ren had to say.
Everyone in He Ren was so stupid that no one saw the problem?
"Mr. Fang, let's go back to our seats and talk about it?"
Fang Mingxuan rolled his eyes and knew what He Ren was thinking. He laughed and said, "Yes, we can't delay everyone's treasure appraisal. Let's go back first."
As soon as Fang Mingxuan opened his mouth, others could not move forward. Several people returned to the position where He Ren was just now, and then Fang Mingxuan said, "Little friend He, what did you see? Telling it will give the old man some insight. Don't worry, this pen holder If you want it, I won’t fight.”
He Ren didn't expect Fang Mingxuan to be so particular. He didn't care about the pen holder. If someone noticed the clues, it probably wouldn't be his turn to get it. He only had more than one million in cash, which was not enough at all.
"Mr. Fang, you have also seen that poem. It is the inscription on Jin Nong's "Moumei Tu" in the Palace Museum."
"Golden Farmer..."
Fang Mingxuan obviously did not immediately remember who Jin Nong was, but Xie Baokun, who loves calligraphy and painting, suddenly realized, "Jin Nong?"
"F*ck! Brother Xie, please keep your voice down." He Ren was startled. After all, Xie Baokun was also a rich second generation. Why were he so surprised?
Xie Baokun immediately covered his mouth, but everyone heard the word "Jin Nong"...
Fang Mingxuan still didn't remember who Jin Nong was, so Xie Baokun explained, "Uncle Fang, one of the Eight Eccentrics of Yangzhou."
"oh!"
Fang Mingxuan also suddenly realized that Jinnong was the first of the Eight Eccentrics of Yangzhou. He lived through three generations of Kangxi, Yongzheng and Qianlong. He lived to be seventy-seven years old, which was considered a long life.
You may not be familiar with the Eight Eccentrics of Yangzhou, but you must know one of them, Zheng Banqiao. The fact that Jin Nong ranks before Zheng Banqiao shows his attainments in calligraphy and painting.
This person was a master of calligraphy and painting in the Qing Dynasty. He created his own flat-brush calligraphy style, which had both regular script and official script. He was called "lacquer calligraphy" at the time. He was a master-level figure who founded the sect.
Jin Nong did not start painting until he was fifty-three years old, and he became a painter within a few years. His paintings have unique and ancient shapes, and he is good at using light ink and dry brush to create flower sketches, and is particularly good at painting plum blossoms.
However, very few of Jinnong's works have been handed down, and their prices have remained high. A vertical scroll can easily cost tens of millions.
But here comes the question, why does the huanghuali pen holder from the Jiajing period have poems from the Qing Dynasty on it? Is it also a fake?
Two fakes in a row?
