Almighty Appraiser

Chapter 40 Pure Color Tang Sancai

At [-]:[-] in the morning, Song Yijiang appeared at the door of Hengxing Antique Store.

Song Zhong was wiping the antiques with a rag in his hand, when he saw his second uncle Song Yijiang push the door in, he raised his voice and asked, "Master Song, you are here."

Finger, pointing upwards.

Song Yijiang nodded, and said "Yes".

Walking to the stairs, facing upstairs, he said, "Miss Fingru, I'm here."

Upstairs, a tactful female voice came: "Understood, Master Song."

Song Yijiang stopped talking, walked to a position near the door of the store, sat on a chair, glanced at Song Zhong, picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"Xiao Song, Master Shen didn't come here this morning?" Song Yijiang seemed to be asking Song Zhong who was mopping the floor, but in fact his voice was raised a bit, and Liang Binru upstairs must have heard it.

"When I came over at nine o'clock, there was only the little boss in the store." Song Zhong stopped his movements and said.

"Oh?"

"I see."

Song Yijiang frowned and said, "Master Shen, the boss thinks so highly of him, how could he be absent from work without reason."

Although he said this, there was a hint of joy on his face.

Song Zhong looked at his second uncle Song Yijiang, sighed heavily, mopped the ground a few times, and walked back with the mop.

Upstairs, Liang Bingru frowned slightly, and she heard the conversation between Song Yijiang, Song Zhong's uncle and nephew, and Song Zhong's sigh just now.

In my heart, I secretly blamed Shen Yunfeng for a few words, got up and walked to the corner of the stairs, and said to Song Yijiang: "Master Song, I forgot to tell you that Shen Yunfeng asked for leave with me in the morning, and it is estimated that I will go to work after eleven o'clock."

In fact, Shen Yunfeng only took an hour off, and he was supposed to return to work in the store around ten o'clock. Liang Bingru couldn't explain why he wanted to help Shen Yunfeng, so that he could have more leeway in front of Song Yijiang and Song Zhong.

"Ah, so he asked for leave before you." Song Yijiang put down his book and stood up, "That's good, I thought Shen Yunfeng was absent from work again for no reason."

Liang Bingru smiled faintly, glanced at the two uncles and nephews downstairs, nodded, turned and went back to the office.

As soon as she sat down, she heard the sound of the store door being pushed open from downstairs, and then Song Yijiang's voice of welcoming customers also sounded.

"Boss, I'm Song Yijiang, the appraiser of Hengxing Antique Store." Song Yijiang looked at the middle-aged man who opened the door and said with a smile, "Excuse me, are you selling or buying?"

While speaking, he signaled Song Zhong to make tea quickly.

"Don't make tea." The middle-aged man opened the box he was carrying, and put the things wrapped in a yellow silk on the counter, "How can I have time to drink tea? Dozens of people are still blocking the door of my office You need wages, come over quickly and give me a price, if it suits, I will sell it."

With a professional smile, Song Yijiang pushed his glasses, signaling the middle-aged man to take off the yellow silk.

Song Zhong approached curiously, stood next to his second uncle Song Yijiang and watched the middle-aged man slowly uncover the yellow silk layer by layer.

Just after the middle-aged man lifted the last layer of yellow silk from the ancient object, Song Zhong let out a loud exclamation.

"what!"

"Second uncle, isn't this Tang Sancai?"

Facing the antiques wrapped in layers of thick yellow, Song Zhong was so pleasantly surprised that he forgot about the shop rules and called him Second Uncle instead of Master Song.

"Hey, I still have some eyesight at such a young age." The middle-aged man glanced at Song Zhong who opened his mouth wide, then looked up at Song Yijiang and said, "You are the master, take a look, and give me a price if you look carefully."

Song Yijiang smiled, raised his hand to invite the middle-aged man to sit down, took off his glasses, and carefully looked at the Tang Sancai he brought several times with his hands behind his back.

Then, put on white gloves, hold a magnifying glass, and look down bit by bit, starting from the hair bun of the maid on the horseback of Tang Sancai.

The middle-aged man tapped his fingers on the counter, smiled, looked at Song Zhong and said, "My Tang Sancai was brought over from my hometown in Shaanxi ten years ago. I guess you have never seen such a good appearance."

Song Zhong grinned and smiled at the middle-aged man, not daring to speak.

"The horse is 46 centimeters high and 37 centimeters long. It wears a bridle, its ears stand upright, its eyes are wide open, its mane is cut neatly, its head is tied, and it wears a chest and autumn belt." Song Yijiang whispered while looking through the magnifying glass in his hand. Said to himself, ".The lower part is lined with carved mats and barrier mud, and the tail is tied with a flower knot. There is a human figurine sitting on the horseback, with four legs separated from the square board. The image is vivid and lifelike."

After more than ten minutes, Song Yijiang slowly looked up at the middle-aged man, and said with a smile: "The glaze is warm and moist, the patina is thick, and the appearance is perfect. It is a rare authentic Tang Sancai product."

"How much money are you going to ask for?"

The middle-aged man sneered for a while, squinted at Song Yijiang, and said, "Master, you think I'm an idiot, right? You just avoid the important things and ignore the important things. I don't know the authenticity of my own things?"

"Just for your attitude of preparing to fool people, I won't sell it to you."

As he spoke, he got up and was about to take back Tang Sancai.

Song Zhong's lips trembled a few times, and he wanted to interrupt, but he didn't dare to speak.

I couldn't help raising my hand to stop the middle-aged man, but because my second uncle Song Yijiang didn't speak, he didn't dare to move.

"My distinguished guest, let's sit down and talk if we have anything to say." Song Yijiang raised his hand to stop the middle-aged man himself, and said with a smile on his face, "I don't know what Song XX said that offended you, please express it clearly."

The middle-aged man stopped what he was doing, stared at Song Yijiang and said: "Who in this circle doesn't know that most of the Tang Sancai ornaments handed down from the Tang Dynasty are three colors mixed together, like my Tang Kaiyuan piece with pure colors I’m afraid you haven’t seen a few pieces of pottery, right?”

A look of embarrassment appeared on Song Yijiang's face, and he took the opportunity of wearing glasses to cover it up.

"Ahem, can you see if this works." Song Jiang held the middle-aged man by the hand and said, "Your thing is too precious, I ask the boss to come down and discuss the price with you."

"Okay." The middle-aged man said very dissatisfied, "Hurry up, I am in a hurry to use the money."

"Xiao Song, please go and invite me."

"Master Song, I'm going downstairs now." Song Yijiang was about to ask Song Zhong to go upstairs to invite Liang Bingru, but was interrupted by a female voice coming from upstairs.

"Please wait a moment, our boss will come down immediately." Song Yijiang asked the middle-aged man to sit down with a smile on his face.

Soon, there was the sound of high-heeled shoes hitting the wooden boards on the stairs. Under the dissatisfied gaze of the middle-aged man, Liang Bingru walked down the stairs slowly.

"this is us."

Song Yijiang was about to introduce Liang Bingru to the middle-aged man, but he was interrupted by the middle-aged man raising his hand, "You said it just now."

A little star flashed in the bottom of his eyes, his eyes moved on Liang Bingru's graceful body, and after a while he said again: "Your master appraised me as the real thing, I'll hear from you if you offer me a price."

Liang Bingru pretended not to see the wretched look the middle-aged man was looking at her, and stood beside the bogu rack and glanced at Song Yijiang.

Song Yijiang smiled at the middle-aged man, walked quickly to Liang Bingru, and said in a low voice, "Miss Bingru, it has been appraised, Tang Kaiyuan's authentic Tang Sancai."

Liang Bingru nodded, pondered for a while, and asked softly: "Master Song, do you think how much money is more appropriate?"

Song Yijiang looked back at the Tang Sancai on the counter, pushed his glasses, and said slowly: "Based on my experience and the market situation in the past two years, the price of a Tang Sancai of his size is probably around 200 million."

"This one is pure Tang Sancai. There are very few surviving ones. I guess it won't be worth 300 million yuan."

(End of this chapter)