Liu Fei had already started the live broadcast at this time, and many friends recognized Han Feng at a glance.
"Hey, isn't this my brother Feng from the society? He didn't watch the live broadcast of the anchor? Are you in a hurry to give money today?"
He Ren is not worried at all. He looked at Han Feng's mobile phone yesterday and the screen was broken. Not to mention watching the live broadcast, he might not be able to see the messages sent by others when sending WeChat...
In fact, Han Feng really wanted to exchange for a better mobile phone, but he was in a hurry yesterday to exchange He Rentao's antiques for the foreigner, and he hadn't spared his time yet.
As soon as he saw He Ren, Han Feng greeted him enthusiastically, "Brother, I've been waiting for you for a long time, let's go over now?"
"Okay, where are you going? Are you going to your house?"
"Go to my friend, he's ready."
At this time, Datian also came over. He was afraid that He Ren was unfamiliar with the place and would be tricked by Han Feng, so he came here to support the scene.
He Ren was very moved and asked Da Tian and Han Feng to lead the way in a car...
Five people and two cars arrived at an old community in less than twenty minutes. Han Feng got out of the car and led the way.
The group of people climbed several flights of stairs. When they reached the fourth floor, Han Feng stopped and knocked on the door. Not long after, a guy with a sinister look opened the door.
He stuck his head out and looked around. When he saw the mobile phone in Liu Fei's hand, he was obviously stunned, "Fengzi, this is..."
Han Feng was already impatient, "Old Zheng, don't worry, I'm just playing live, it's okay."
The guy named Lao Zheng, with twinkling eyes, pulled Han Feng to the door and asked in a low voice, "Is everything okay?"
"It's okay." Han Feng became a little impatient. He raised his right hand covertly and made a gesture of counting money. "I'm a big customer, don't worry."
Lao Zheng took another look and found that there were two people following He Ren. One seemed to be a female secretary, and the other was probably an assistant holding a mobile phone. Such a configuration really looked like what Han Feng said was taken advantage of. Then he opened the door. Invite everyone into the house.
Lao Zheng's house has a standard layout of two bedrooms and one living room, which is much cleaner than Han Feng's house. Lao Zheng led the way and said as he walked, "It was Fengzi who introduced me here, otherwise it would not be easy for people to enter my house."
Of course He Ren knew what Lao Zheng meant, he chuckled and said, "Don't worry, as long as the goods are good, money is not an issue."
Lao Zheng stopped talking and opened the smaller room. He Ren took a look and called out, "Good guy, this Lao Zheng is really well prepared. There are several shelves in the whole room, and there are all kinds of things on them." antique porcelain.
The treasure friends were also dumbfounded.
"Did we make a mistake? Is there really something about this old Zheng?"
"Can a money-spreading boy know such a person?"
"As expected, it's my brother Feng from society!"
He Ren took a quick look and found that it was pretty much what he had guessed. There were a lot of silverware, 50, 67, or 50-year-old porcelain and some random small objects on the shelves. This old Zheng might have actually been abroad.
In fact, some of the 567 porcelains are relatively expensive. After all, they are an important milestone in the history of Chinese porcelain, and most of these porcelains are used to earn foreign exchange, so the craftsmanship is actually good, and the prices of some of the fine products are also relatively high.
For example, the four-screen blue-and-white spiritual bird in spring, summer, autumn and winter fired by the "blue and white king" Wang Bu was auctioned more than ten years ago and sold for a sky-high price of more than 20 million yuan.
These four screens use the changes of spiritual birds and tree planting as a metaphor for the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter. The overall picture is full of vitality and full of humanistic atmosphere. The texture is as warm as gelatin, the color is fresh and elegant, and the painting is exquisite and extraordinary.
There are also many high-price transaction records for works by other masters, ranging from hundreds of thousands to several million, or even tens of millions. This should not be underestimated.
However, the 567 porcelain in Lao Zheng's place is almost uninteresting. Most of them are standard tea cups, tea bowls, tea trays, vases, etc., which cost hundreds or thousands each, or only a small amount at most. He Ren has no interest in these things.
When Han Feng saw He Ren looking around and shaking his head, his heart skipped a beat. He smiled and stepped forward to ask, "Brother, is there anything that can catch my eye?"
He Ren secretly laughed that it was true that money could make all the difference. After Han Feng made a fortune yesterday, his speech became much more refined.
He Ren shook his head, "It's too ordinary, not very interesting."
Han Feng said quickly, "Old Zheng, come out with something real. This brother is not short of money."
Lao Zheng was overjoyed when he heard this, and his face was indeed calm. He walked to a shelf against the wall and said loudly, "Boss, please take a look at these things. They are all returned from overseas."
He Ren walked over and took a look, and was immediately disappointed. Old Zheng really took him for granted. The so-called overseas cultural relics were imitations that were carried abroad by some Chinese, specifically used to deceive those who wanted to pick them up abroad. The one who took advantage of me, the workmanship was so poor, there were actually two snuff bottles made of plastic...
Let alone He Ren, these things can't be fooled by even a slightly knowledgeable treasure friend.
But He Ren was not angry. His eyes rested on a few clocks next to the "Returning Cultural Relics" and he picked up a wooden clock and said, "This is a bit interesting."
Han Feng and Lao Zheng were a little disappointed when they saw that He Ren didn't even look at those "return cultural relics", but now they are no longer disappointed. Lao Zheng immediately smiled and said, "The boss is really discerning, this is an old thing, it's British, I'll give it to you Try it.”
After that, Lao Zheng opened the clock, took out the key inside and wound up the clock. Then he pulled the hour hand, and the clock started ringing crisply. It was eight-bell music, and the sound of the gears turning was also very pleasant. It was really good. .
He Ren saw more information through the Treasure Appraisal Eye——
Name: British black lacquered wood clock with inlaid copper decoration
Years: one hundred and seventy-three years
This year, Britain should be in the Victorian era, so it is indeed an old thing. He Ren also saw a line in English on the bottom of the clock: "CharleS FrOdSham MakerS tO the QUeen", which translated should mean that a man named Charles FrOdSham made it for the Queen.
He Ren could see this line of English, and Old Zheng had naturally seen it too. He was explaining to He Ren, "Boss, this clock was made by Charles Frodsham. He is the clockmaker dedicated to the Queen of England. This clock should be made by the Queen." Used.”
He Ren knew that Lao Zheng would definitely not lie. This kind of information could be found out by checking, but He Ren felt that the Queen of England must have never used this clock, otherwise it would not have fallen into Lao Zheng's hands.
"How much?"
Lao Zheng stretched out his hand and said, "Fifty thousand."
He Ren shook his head and immediately put the clock back. Five hundred thousand to buy a clock? He's not that stupid yet.
When Han Feng saw this, he knew that Lao Zheng's price was too high. He quietly kicked Lao Zheng. Lao Zheng immediately understood, "Boss, if you allow me to raise the price, you will be allowed to counter-offer. How much do you think is appropriate?"
He Ren thought for a moment and realized that this clock was quite exquisite and could be sold for two to three hundred thousand yuan, so he also slapped it in the face and said, "Fifty thousand yuan."
This time it was Lao Zheng's turn to shake his head...
