"That's right! Since we are studying archeology, it is very similar to treasure appraisal! Why do we have to hang ourselves in archeology? We can definitely identify treasures and find leaks!"
"Senior, if you are lucky enough to pick up a treasure and sell it for hundreds or tens of millions, I'm afraid Professor Shen and Master Gu will never get such a big reward even if they spend their whole lives studying ancient times!"
Ye Zhiqiu couldn't laugh or cry.
"Jiaojiao, if you want to pick something up, of course you can! But you have to be mentally prepared first. Not everyone is so lucky! Maybe you will encounter it once in your lifetime! Maybe you will never encounter it in your lifetime!"
"And the most likely thing is that the antiques that I spent tens or millions of dollars to buy are fake!"
"Then don't cry, there's no place to cry!"
Xu Jiaojiao nodded disapprovingly.
"Of course I know! Wealth comes from taking risks! No matter how rich you are, you should bear corresponding risks!"
Ye Zhiqiu didn't expect that she was in a good mood. He took out the pen from his bag and washed it. Bai Haotian's eyes suddenly widened and he hurriedly took it.
"Which dynasty is this from?"
"Looking at the craftsmanship and modeling, do you think they date from the transition period between the Song Dynasty and the Song Dynasty?"
Bai Haotian's eyes were fixed on the bottom of the brush washer, and he finally determined: "The royal object of Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty? A Jun kiln product!"
"Good stuff! Good stuff!"
"Boss, how much did you pay for it?"
Ye Zhiqiu pretended to smile mysteriously: "Take a guess!"
Bai Haotian thought for a while: "Fifty thousand?"
Xu Jiaojiao rolled her eyes: "At least five hundred thousand!"
When they saw Ye Zhiqiu's expression, they knew that they had guessed wrong, and couldn't help but be shocked.
"Boss, if the price is less than 50,000, the other party may not be able to sell it! Unless he knows nothing about this brush!"
Ye Zhiqiu smiled and said: "Of course I will pick up treasures from those who know nothing about antiques! I am not sure yet that I can snatch good things from those who know nothing about antiques!"
"Boss is so lucky, I have to be unconvinced!" Bai Haotian said helplessly.
Meeting that kind of person is really rare.
He has been playing with antiques all his life, and most of the people he encounters when picking up antiques are not good at learning. They know a little about antiques and are not easily fooled. He can only buy them at the lowest price possible and make as much difference as possible.
"Old Bai, how much do you think this pen wash is worth?"
Bai Haotian stared at the brush washer and thought for a long time: "At the Poly Spring Auction in Beijing last year, Su Shi's brush washer once sold for a sky-high price of 13 million!"
"The price of this one will definitely rise this year, between 15 million and 18 million!"
Ye Zhiqiu secretly sighed. Although it was slightly lower than the actual market price, the difference was not too big and it was acceptable.
While he was talking, a middle-aged man wearing black clothes suddenly walked in from outside. His face was dark and he was covered with a layer of dust. He was obviously a farmer.
He held a white woven bag in his hand and looked at the three of them carefully.
Xu Jiaojiao took a step forward: "Uncle, do you want to sell something?"
Ye Zhiqiu glanced at the woven bag without using his clairvoyant eyes, not sure what it was.
"Which one of you is the boss? I have an antique here, do you want it?"
Ye Zhiqiu was about to walk up when Bai Haotian stepped forward: "Show me."
He is older, and those sellers trust him more.
The farmer bent down, slowly opened the woven bag, took out a cloth bag about half a meter high, opened the cloth bag, and peeled off the strips of cloth, cotton, sponge and other materials layer by layer, revealing what was inside. A plum vase with black flowers on a white background.
The plum vase is nearly half a meter tall, with a small mouth, short neck, slightly wider shoulders, narrowing from the bottom, and rounded soles. The carcass is white, with circles of black patterns drawn on it.
The top ones look like clouds, the middle ones look like birds, and the black lines near the bottom look a bit like bamboo.
Ye Zhiqiu, Bai Haotian, and Xu Jiaojiao looked at each other with a strange light shining in their eyes.
This is a Cizhou kiln product.
Cizhou kiln is the largest private kiln in the north. Its exquisite technology is only inferior to several famous kilns.
"Mei Ping?" Bai Haotian looked extremely calm, but his eyes were a little shocked, and he subconsciously glanced at Ye Zhiqiu.
Although Cizhou Kiln is not as well-known as Ru Kiln, Ding Kiln and other five famous kilns of the Song Dynasty, the objects handed down are not much worse than the authentic products from those five famous kilns.
"Little brother, where did you get this porcelain vase?" Bai Haotian suddenly said.
In fact, in antique transactions, it is very impolite for individuals to ask each other about the origin of something. There are many people who are unwilling to tell anyone for various reasons. For example, if a tomb robber steals stolen goods, many bosses have a tacit understanding not to ask.
However, there are many objects with clear inheritance lines. If they are blessed by historical celebrities, the value of antique cultural relics can suddenly increase a lot.
From these inheritances, we can initially judge whether the cultural relics are true or false.
The farmer claimed to be surnamed Li. His old, pitch-black face was now even redder. He murmured for a long time and said in a low voice: "This was left by my old man. He used to be a tomb robber. When he was young, he stole I bought more than a dozen things, but I didn’t dare to sell them. The others were accidentally broken, but this one was left intact.”
"The old man died six or seven years ago, and he didn't sell it at that time. But now my son is getting married, and the bride price and the money to buy a house are not enough. When the old man was alive, he said that those things are real, and any one of them can be used Sell it for tens or millions!”
"He said it was just a plum vase from Cizhou Kiln. Seven years ago, in the last year of his life, it was worth two or three hundred thousand. Now after so many years, it should be worth two million."
"You give me two million, and he will give it to you!"
Ye Zhiqiu sighed slightly in his heart. Old Li knew the market value of some Cizhou kilns. Although this plum vase was valuable, the current market price was only four to five million, and he could only double it.
Bai Haotian looked at the plum vase carefully: "Brother Li, although your porcelain vase is from the Song Dynasty, the mouth of the bottle has some slight damage, and the quality is not very good."
"Well, let's take it, 1.2 million." Bai Haotian glanced at Ye Zhiqiu.
Ye Zhiqiu remained silent, which was also the psychological price he gave.
"One million and two hundred thousand?" Lao Li looked extremely surprised and even more angry, screaming loudly.
"I just want to get a bargain! I'll sell you 1.2 million yuan? I won't sell anyone else 1.8 million yuan! It's really that cheap, can you still get it?"
"Two million is a lot! Do you want it? If not, I will find the next one!"
Bai Haotian was about to say something, but Ye Zhiqiu suddenly interrupted: "Old Bai, just let him sell it! Wouldn't it be better if he could find one with a higher price?"
Bai Haotian stopped talking.
Lao Li didn't expect Ye Zhiqiu to say that, and couldn't help but be stunned. It took him a long time to react: "You, you really don't want it? Then I'll find someone else!"
