[Name: Qianlong Imperial Bronze Painting Five Character Snuff Bottles]
[Era: Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty. 】
[Market valuation: 480,000. 】
Ye Zhiqiu used his clairvoyant eyes again, took a closer look, and quickly turned off the function. Sure enough, this snuff bottle was genuine!
It turned out to be something used by Emperor Qianlong!
Four hundred and eighty thousand?
Ye Zhiqiu guessed that the price of the emperor's royal belongings should not be so low. It must have been damaged too much to make it worthless.
"Little brother, want to buy antiques?"
The fat boss saw Ye Zhiqiu staring at his stall and came over with a smile.
Ye Zhiqiu squatted down and pretended to look at other items.
"I'll just take a look!"
After a few minutes, his eyes finally shifted to the snuff bottle, as if he suddenly discovered it.
"Huh? There's even a snuff bottle!"
"Yes! Yes! This is an imitation of Emperor Qianlong's imperial gift during the Republic of China. It's worth ten thousand! Little brother, if you like it, you can make it cheaper!"
Ye Zhiqiu carefully held the snuff bottle and saw that the writing on the bottom of the bottle was blurred.
The boss said it was an imitation from the Republic of China period, but he obviously didn’t understand. Since the clairvoyant eye indicated that it was an authentic product from the Qianlong period, it was absolutely correct!
Ye Zhiqiu gently placed the snuff bottle on the ground.
When appraising antiques, it is important not to get rid of the item. Once the item is damaged, the responsibility will be entangled.
But Ye Zhiqiu has a clairvoyant eye. He knows the extent of damage to an item and whether it can still be touched without worrying about being blackmailed.
"I'm not interested in these things! But my grandfather likes these old objects and always tells me that if I encounter them outside, no matter whether they are real or fake, I have to buy them!"
The fat boss smiled and said: "I will tell you frankly, this is a replica from the Republic of China period, and of course it is not the real thing used by Emperor Qianlong!"
"Even if it's something from the Republic of China, it's still very valuable, but it's too badly damaged, so I only want ten thousand! If it's well preserved, it'll start at least one hundred thousand!"
Ye Zhiqiu hummed: "Snuff bottles are imported, right? In fact, Western snuff has been introduced to our country in the late Ming Dynasty. However, it was not until the early Qing Dynasty that it became favored by the upper class, but Western snuff boxes were not popular!"
"The Qing government invented a localized snuff bottle based on the living habits of our nation and learning from foreign snuff boxes!"
The fat boss looked surprised: "I didn't expect that little brother really knows something about snuff bottles."
"According to existing documents, the earliest snuff bottles were manufactured in the Qing Dynasty was in the 19th year of Kangxi (1680), when the Qing Palace Household Manufacturing Office was ordered to start large-scale production."
"Because the rulers took the lead and followed the example, snuff bottles quickly became popular all over the country."
The fat boss smiled and said, "Little brother, don't look at it. It's very worn out and it's an imitation from the Republic of China period. But the craftsmanship is no worse than the one from the Ministry of Internal Affairs. This is a work of art. Ten thousand is not expensive at all."
"Ten thousand?" Ye Zhiqiu curled his lips and sneered, "The damage is so serious, how can I still ask for ten thousand? One hundred is a lot for you!"
"One hundred?" The fat boss almost vomited blood.
Ye Zhiqiu stood up: "Do you want a hundred? If you don't want it, forget it, just wait and sell it at a high price!"
"Sell, sell, sell! One hundred means one hundred!" the fat boss said hurriedly.
This snuff bottle was given as an extra gift when he bought dozens of other items more than ten days ago. He has put it on display for more than ten days, but no one has taken any interest. Now he finally found a buyer who could sell it for 100 yuan.
Ye Zhiqiu handed him a hundred-dollar bill, and the fat boss hurriedly took it.
"Little brother, you don't want to look at other antiques anymore?"
Ye Zhiqiu shook his head: "I don't like these broken pots and cans, but my grandpa likes them! I just buy them for my grandpa! This is the only snuff bottle I can afford!"
He smiled, took out a box from the leather bag beside him, carefully wrapped the snuff bottle with sponge, cotton and other items, placed it in the box and put it into the bag.
Ye Zhiqiu walked out of the crowd with his leather bag in hand and walked out of the market.
Standing at the intersection, waiting for the light to turn green, an old lady in her fifties or sixties was sitting in a wheelchair. Suddenly, she was speeding through the traffic.
I heard continuous braking sounds all around, and the drivers around me were cursing.
The old lady turned a deaf ear and moved her wheelchair with both hands to cross the road quickly.
"Gah", suddenly, a harsh brake sound sounded, and two long traces were dragged on the ground. A red Maserati came across, the front of the car still turned towards the wheelchair.
It was too late, but it was too late. Ye Zhiqiu's body swayed and he had already rushed to the front. He grabbed the armrest of the wheelchair with his right hand and dragged the old lady and the car to the nearby tree-lined road.
The Maserati braked slightly again and almost rolled over.
The female driver in the driving seat turned pale with fright, holding the steering wheel with both hands and trembling all over.
The pedestrians and drivers who were watching around cursed the old lady for not crossing the road despite the red light.
There were also countless people pointing at the driver.
"Doesn't that female driver have any responsibility? She drives without looking at the road? Can't you see a disabled old lady?"
"Then what's wrong with the old lady? She's disabled, so why can't she be allowed to go first? That female driver thinks she's great just because she drives a luxury car?"
“Female drivers account for almost 90% of traffic accidents!”
"When you go out, you must hide from any car you see, especially female drivers!"
"Do you know why that old lady is disabled? It's because she used to cross the road like this! I thought someone would send her away this time, but I didn't expect this kid to save her! It's so troublesome!"
"This old lady was planning to extort money so she could get rich, but she didn't expect this young man to interfere with her! I can't tell you why I hate him in my heart!"
Supporters from both sides were tit-for-tat and almost quarreled.
The old lady had an expressionless face and seemed not to realize that she had made any mistake. She snorted from her nostrils, moved the wheelchair, and left slowly.
Many people were even more angry when they saw this scene.
The female driver had calmed down a bit by this time, started the car again, and drove the car on the side of the road.
Ye Zhiqiu slowly walked forward and said calmly.
"Don't talk on the phone while driving and concentrate. Can't you even do this?"
Just now he clearly saw the female driver talking on the phone. By the time he saw the old lady, it was already too late.
The car door opened, and the girl got out of the car. Her body was still trembling slightly, and her beautiful face was still pale.
She forced a smile and stretched out her right hand.
"thank you, sir!"
Ye Zhiqiu shook hands with her and immediately retracted his right hand.
"Easy to do!"
"But if you still don't pay attention in the future, you may not have such good luck!"
