Appreciation of treasures

Chapter 973
When Zhao Gang entered the door, there were all kinds of antiques on both sides of the front. These antiques are basically imitations, which are used for tourists or rookies who don’t know the goods as souvenirs or to practice their hands. There are plates, bowls, pots, and jade. All of them are beautiful and exquisite, but unfortunately they have no collection value.

Good stuff, you have to look inside.

Zhao Gang went on for a few more steps, and then entered a small hall. There were glass cabinets around the hall. The things in this cabinet were starting to become more expensive. The cheap ones cost dozens of yuan, and the expensive ones might cost hundreds of thousands. There are all kinds of gadgets, including piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Zhao Gang casually picked up a snuff bottle, staring at it. Zhao Gang usually did the same when he came here. He basically didn't greet the shopkeeper. The shopkeeper, Boss Chen, also knew his temper and ability, so he didn't care.

Unexpectedly, just as Zhao Gang was about to make an inquiry, he heard a conversation for a while.

"800 yuan, up to 800 yuan at most, it can't be more, how many years have I been making antiques, can you still make me lose my eye?" This is Lao Chen's voice.

"No, boss, this is an authentic work by Shen Zhou of the Ming Dynasty. For such a good painting, you can only pay 100 yuan. You are too black-hearted. I will never consider bidding below [-] million." The voice was very young, A young man with a very positive pronunciation.

"One million? Do you think that the money in the antique shop is blown by strong winds, and you just open your mouth? You are obviously a fake, and you still want to sell it for 100 million, 100 yuan is the sky. I really don't understand you laymen People, come out to sell things, quote prices randomly, I don’t know what to think.” Old Chen was cursing again.

Zhao Gang also found it funny when he heard it. He never thought that Lao Chen, who always likes to deceive people, would meet such a foolish man who opened his mouth like a lion today. He must go and have a look.

So Zhao Gang quietly groped over and found three people surrounded by Lao Chen's counter.

Among them, the young man in the middle, in a suit and leather shoes, has an extraordinary appearance, and his facial features are well-rounded. He looks very bright and clean. He should be the one who spoke just now.

There were two people next to him, one of whom was actually carrying a camera, as if he was a camera guy.

The other is a woman, holding a bag of documents in her hand, I don't know what it is for.

Zhao Gang touched behind them and stood silently, watching the excitement.

The young man spoke again: "Boss, I am not selling this item for myself. We are doing a show to help our audience to inquire. The mother of the original owner of the item is sick and needs a lot of medical expenses. She came to treat her, so she had no choice but to bring the only authentic Shen Zhou calligraphy handed down in her family, hoping to sell it for a good price and save her mother."

"Please do me a favor, let's take a closer look. I think this thing is also an excellent painting. It's definitely not the price you said, and it's even less likely to be a fake."

Old Chen wore a hat and pushed his brown reading glasses: "I've seen you say something like [-] times if not a hundred times. Every family who comes to sell things has a bedridden mother. Are you all the same mother? For me, what is true is true, and what is false is false."

"It's true. Naturally, I'll give you an estimate based on the real price. I'm not ambiguous. If it's a real painting by Shen Zhou, I'm willing to ask for more than 100 million. 100 million is even lower, but it's a fake painting." Old Chen shook his head, Waving his hand, "It's worthless."

"You are talking about breaking the sky today. It is also a fake, but the workmanship is more exquisite, but no matter how exquisite and surprising it is, it cannot escape my sharp eyes. Look at the quality of the paper, the inscription, the rough margins, the Use a pen. It’s not that you said he has an old mother at home, and I wouldn’t even give it to me.”

"Will you take a closer look?" The young man did not look anxious. Instead, he showed a puzzling and steady attitude, and he even looked like he couldn't help but laugh.

Old Chen said: "You don't need to look at it. You need to look at this fake thing again and again? One fake is one hundred fakes, one is true, and one is true. I know it is fake at first glance."

Zhao Gang now understood what was going on.

It turned out that this young man was from a TV station, and what they did on the show was to take things from customers around and ask for prices, and they traded on the spot when they found out the right price, but this time the things he brought were not very good, and Lao Chen decided on the spot as counterfeit.

But the young people thought it was a good thing, and asked for 100 million yuan, so that Lao Chen could see more.

Now the two sides are at a stalemate, and the atmosphere once formed an awkward silence.

Zhao Gang thought it was interesting, so he leaned forward and said, "Yo, old Chen, you don't even like Shen Zhou's authentic work?"

Old Chen sneered: "You, Elder Zhao, want to come and run a show? If you want, I will let you do it for [-] yuan."

Zhao Gang smiled and said: "Then I have to keep my eyes open, and I will find more mistakes from you."

When Lao Chen heard Zhao Gang's words, his face twitched, as if he remembered the fear of being dominated by Zhao Gang in the past.

In those days, Zhao Gang's snake-like eyes could always find a few treasures that he missed in his collection jungle, and then took them away at a low price. After a few days, he came to him with the appraisal certificate and the selling price to show off. Many times he has left Chen Qi on the verge of life and death.

Old Chen said disdainfully: "You have the ability to make his lies true. I will take off my hat and use it as a chamber pot for you today."

When Zhao Gang heard it, he suddenly became interested.

In his memory, Lao Chen never took off this hat. This hat has been covering Lao Chen's head for many years, almost making Zhao Gang think that the hat grew out of Lao Chen's head.

People who wear hats all the year round, one is because of extreme love or because of some commemorative significance, and the other is baldness, so hats are used to cover up this fact.

Zhao Gang has always wanted to see Lao Chen's bald hairstyle, so this time is a good opportunity.

Zhao Gang decided to take a closer look. What if this was a real thing and Lao Chen had lost his sight?

Zhao Gang then smiled at the young man and said, "Brother, I am also an antique player. In terms of rich funds, I am better than him." Zhao Gang pointed to Lao Chen beside him, "If I fancy it, I will also Bid to buy, maybe the bid is higher than him.”

The young man in a suit and leather shoes looked Zhao Gang up and down, then smiled and said: "Okay, yes, this friend should also take a look."

After speaking, he handed the painting in his hand to Zhao Gang.

As soon as Zhao Gang got his hands on the paper, he knew it was fake the moment he touched the paper. He glanced at the brushwork and signature, and just like Lao Chen, he gave this painting an absolutely positive judgment-a fake.

However, the instinct for antiques and some sixth sense that he has cultivated for many years gave him a strange feeling when he touched the painting.

Zhao Gang kept holding it in his hand, carefully feeling the tactile sensation.

The most basic way to identify antiques is to look at them, feel them, and smell them.

Although it is the foundation of the foundation, different people use it, but it is very different.

This is only because the masters have rich experience and knowledge of antiques behind them, and know how to determine a lot of information by looking, feeling and smelling. Many newcomers are like blind people feeling elephants, and they don't even know what they are doing.

(End of this chapter)