"Mr. Zhu, can you sell this knife?" Although Tang Hailiang felt that this kind of thing was too fantasy, the thing was at hand, how could he give up?
Even if it's fake, it's still worth buying if it's made so real!
"No, no, no, I won't sell it." Zhu Yu took the knife back from Tang Hailiang's hand as he spoke, "I just bought this knife and haven't studied it carefully yet."
"Five million dollars!" Tang Hailiang gritted his teeth and quoted a price.
"No, no, no." Zhu Yu thought, just kidding!
"Eight hundred thousand...one million! One million is enough, right?" The maximum amount Tang Hailiang could offer was one million.
This also requires him to sell some of his collection to make up for it!
"No, no, no." Zhu Yu shook his head, put the knife in the car, and refused very simply, "I don't know if this knife is real. If it is real, I will take it to the country for auction."
Zhu Yu doesn't collect these things, mainly because it is too inconvenient to be abroad now.
However, something like the Tang Dao, which can be called a national treasure, is more suitable to be sold to domestic collectors.
foreign? forget it.
This thing must stay at home!
After putting away the Tang knife, Zhu Yu drove to the store that collected second-hand goods, while Tang Hailiang watched the pickup truck drive away with a regretful expression.
The second-hand goods dealer's name was Smith, and the store was in New York City. When Zhu Yu arrived, he found that there were a lot of people coming in and out.
Look, some of these people come in to buy goods, and some come in with goods to appraise and sell them.
Zhu Yu simply followed suit and walked in holding the saddle.
There is a row of counters inside, similar to a shopping mall. Some people bring things to the people at the counter for appraisal, and some point to the things on the counter to express their desire to buy.
Zhu Yu put the saddle on the chair in the middle, took out his cell phone and dialed a number for Smith.
A middle-aged white man with Mediterranean hair behind the counter answered the phone. Zhu Yu walked towards him while talking:
"Hello, I was introduced by Old John. I want to sell this saddle and a motorcycle."
"So it was Old John who introduced him. How is he now?" Smith stood up with a smile.
Zhu Yu hung up the phone, carried the saddle to the counter in front of Smith, and said:
"Old John is not bad. He chats with old friends in the bar every day and is very happy."
"I really envy him!" Smith patted the saddle gently, "Are you going to sell this?"
"Yes." Zhu Yu said, "I think this saddle is old and should have history."
Smith first looked at the saddle carefully, then took a magnifying glass and looked at the copper objects of the saddle.
Finally, he lifted up the saddle's leather and looked at the lining inside.
When he saw the complicated patterns and cursive characters on the wooden pieces, Smith's originally smiling expression became serious.
He used the magnifying glass to look at the patterns bit by bit. Finally, he put it down and looked at the cowhide and wood pieces again before letting out a sigh of relief.
"This is a relatively good saddle." Smith looked at Zhu Yu and said:
"For Old John's sake, I won't coax you. This saddle should be something from India. It is a work of a famous artist. It is used by some celebrities or people with status. It is a good private custom-made item."
He thought for a while and said:
"I also need to check again to confirm the pattern on it. But this will take time. Now you have two choices:
The first one was sold to me for five thousand dollars. The second is to wait for a while, or if you go to a certain western state now and find those Indians to sell, the price will be higher. "
"Sold to you." Zhu Yu didn't have time to run so far for such a saddle.
In the end, the saddle and motorcycle sold together for $7,500. The motorcycle Smith also had good reviews, saying that after repairing it, it would be sold to people who specialize in collecting it.
Taking the money, Zhu Yu saw that it was already past lunch time and it was difficult to go to Jason's place, so he found a restaurant and had a random meal, and then returned to his rented place.
In the bedroom, Zhu Yu took a video of the suspected Tang Dao, took a few more photos, and started making phone calls.
Shenghai City, a single apartment.
At this moment, it was still night in Shenghai, and the harsh ringtone of the cell phone rang.
Ye Shenghua muttered a few words in his sleep, touched his phone, swiped it casually, and said:
"Who?"
"Fourth, it's me."
"Hey, second brother?" Ye Shenghua stood up after hearing the voice, "Where are you? I see... America? What are you doing there?"
Ye Shenghua is Zhu Yu University's roommate. The two have a good relationship, but they didn't keep in touch when they came to the beautiful country.
"My matter is rather complicated. Now I have something to tell you - I heard that there are elders in your family who are collecting?"
"Yes, my second uncle likes collecting and has invested a lot in it. Why do you think of asking this?"
"I collected something here in the beautiful country. You can find a chance to help me show it to your second uncle. I will send the video and photos later."
"Okay, leave this to me."
After hanging up the phone, Zhu Yu finally settled down.
With nothing to do, he called Joanna.
Joanna's get out of class had just finished, and she was very happy to receive a call from Zhu Yu. Soon Zhu Yu went out again and picked up Joanna, and the two of them went to live in a world of two.
After Ye Shenghua got up early here, he looked at the videos and photos sent by Zhu Yu on his mobile phone and felt a little surprised.
He was a little embarrassed to show this rusty rag to his second uncle.
Ye Shenghua's second uncle started collecting in the 1980s and made his first pot of gold by buying and selling. Then I asked someone to help me go to the cultural relics store to buy some good goods, and then I embarked on the path of professional antique buying and selling.
Over the past few decades, not only outsiders, but also family members like Ye Shenghua didn't know the specific net worth.
However, his second uncle hasn’t done much in the past ten years. He has always been taking things in.
After thinking about it, Ye Shenghua decided to call his second uncle and send the message from Zhu Yu.
He didn't dare to come to the door in person for fear of being scolded by his second uncle.
Ye Shenghua's second uncle Ye Jianshe didn't take it seriously after answering his call.
Among these nephews, Ye Shenghua doesn't like antiques.
Ye Jianshe really didn't pay attention to the things that others entrusted him with.
But everything is fine, the business is being taken care of by trustworthy people, so just take a look.
However, when the photos and videos were sent over, Ye Jianshe only took one look at them and stopped thinking about having fun.
Even the body that was half-lying straightened up instantly!
This thing...how is it possible?
Fake, right?
Clicking on the video again, Ye Jianshe looked at the irregular technique and the thing he was holding looked really tattered, but in his own eyes, how come it was getting better and better?
Seeing the man pull out the sword with force, Ye Jianshe wanted to curse!
Is this how the baby was pulled out?
When he saw the inscription, Ye Jianshe was almost sure!
It’s the real thing!
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