America’s Treasure King

After dinner in April, before it was dark, in the small courtyard of Luo's house in the southwest corner of Changxing Town, there was a small square table of mahogany, and it was already full of guests and friends; laughter was loud.

Except for Li Xiaoshuai and Xia He, all present are members of the town's collection association.

Among them, the one with the highest quality appraisal is Wu Laizi, who opened an antique shop.

Wu Lai Zi was in his early 50s, and he was also an aborigines in the town. He had also worshipped a master when he studied appraisal.

In addition, he is a man of righteousness, and has many friends in the collection circle in Zhejiang Province, and he is very well informed. Every year, he earns a lot of money just by helping people do appraisals and doing business as a matchmaker to buy and sell antiques.

As for the master Luo Yang, a rookie who had just graduated from the school, Wu Cripple still had some disdain in his heart.

Today Luo Yang posted two photos in the group. He took a fancy to it at a glance, and felt that he had a glimpse. He thought that this black-skinned Luo Yang had become enlightened and could buy something by himself, but only when he came, did he know that it was bought by his American cousin. of.

This made him very curious, a Yankee, why his eyes are so good, and he is so young. He really wanted to see if something was true or not, and then took stock of the strength of this young, outrageous young man.

"Luo Yang, take your things out."

"I'm coming" Xia He, who couldn't bear it for a long time, moved a Qianlong flower pot from the house first.

Before the things were put on the table, Wu Lai said, "It's a good thing to open the door."

Opening the door means getting straight to the point, and opening the door means that at first glance this thing is real.

Another enthusiast, Mr. Zhang, also picked up the flower pot, took out the magnifying glass and looked at the flower pot for a while, and it took a while to say that it was indeed a fine piece of Qianlong folk kiln.

There are still a few qualified ones, and they all checked it out. They said that this flower pot is a real thing. It has been around for more than 200 years. It is rare that it is still in good condition and undamaged.

There is also an owner of a small workshop in the town who likes this flower pot very much. He also asked Li Xiaoshuai if this thing is for sale?

"Sell, these are all cultural relics, and I can't take them. If you want, you can take 20,000."

"Deal!" The little boss didn't expect to make a little bit of a bargain, so he slapped Li Xiaoshuai's hand vigorously, indicating that it was finalized.

Luo Yang was so moved, he wiped it; the flower pot he bought for 500 yuan was sold for 20,000 yuan, and the income was not small. It seems that my cousin made a fortune, and it is estimated that this method is also used.

Oops, it seems that I should learn from my cousin, otherwise I will lose my face to Java.

Xia He even praised Li Xiaoshuai, saying that his eyesight is amazing and his ability to make money is also amazing, which is more than half a month's hard work than if she had enough income to open an online store.

Things were a little troublesome when transferring money. Li Xiaoshuai didn't have a domestic bank card. In the end, Luo Yang said that the money should be transferred to his card first, and he would use his ID card to open a domestic card for his cousin tomorrow. cell phone.

After the money has been transferred, Wu Lai asked, how much did you buy this flowerpot?

Xia He: "Grandpa Wu Zhang Mao."

"It's a big leak!" Wu Cripple exclaimed.

Li Xiaoshuai's uncle and aunt, who were sitting at home, were also amazed when they heard it, and called out to her nephew's eyes. In a mere afternoon, he earned 19,500 yuan. This kid is sure to eat and drink spicy food for the rest of his life.

When the second piece came out, a pair of white copper carved paperweights from the early Ming Dynasty were taken out. After looking at it, Wu Laizi said that he wanted to buy it, and asked Li Xiaoshuai for the price.

Again, things are good, but unfortunately the cultural relics cannot go out of the country, Li Xiaoshuai is useless even if he likes them. "Thirty thousand."

The lame Wu was so relieved that he even saved the counter-offer, and immediately began to transfer the account on his mobile phone, charging 30,000 yuan to Luo Yang's account. He also patted Li Xiaoshuai and said, "My little brother has a good eye. If you are free tomorrow, come to my store to sit and enjoy my collection."

The next day, Li Xiaoshuai went to Wu Laizi's antique shop by appointment, and was still accompanied by his cousin cousin. Now, these two escorts are convinced of Li Xiaoshuai, and everything he says is right.

To go through the town, Li Xiaoshuai picked up a purple clay pot from a street stall passing by. The price is also very cheap.

I hate high prices for Li Xiaoshuai!

Of course, it is only right that he sells it at a high price!

Because it is an antique, a precious ancient art, the essence of thousands of years!

Wu Lazi's antique shop is a small door with only one bay. Like all antique shops, there is also a antique shop in the glass wall of his house. Through the glass, you can see that this is an antique shop.

Pushing the door to enter, Wu Lai Zi saw the newspaper bag in Li Xiaoshuai's hand at first glance. After a general courtesy, after serving tea, Li Xiaoshuai glanced at the store, all of which were worthless ordinary products.

This is the normal state of antique shops. Who will easily display the priceless good things.

As for whether there are any good things in Wu Lazi's house, or whether he is willing to take out good things for himself, it depends on the owner's interest. Li Xiaoshuai would never speak.

After some gossip, the **** said, "Look at the newspaper bag in the hand of the little brother, it must have been a good thing just now."

"It's a very nice bamboo pot." After speaking, Li Xiaoshuai opened the newspaper bag.

Wu Lazi saw that the pot was shaped like two bamboos~www.wuxiaspot.com~ There was a raised bamboo knot in the middle of the pot body, and the spout and handle were all bamboo knots. There is also a small seal on the bottom of the small teapot.

Luo Yang had seen this seal, and when he saw Wu Lame looking at the seal, he said, "The stamp on the seal is Wu Yungen. This person doesn't seem to be famous, but he looks a little old."

"Wu Yungen? I seem to have a little impression of this name." The **** was still thinking hard.

Li Xiaoshuai said lightly that he was from the Republic of China period and was very good at making bamboo pots. The years of birth and death are from 1892 to 1969, and his works are often exhibited abroad.

Luo Yang was stunned. He admitted that he studied diligently in college, but he had no impression of this Wu Yungen at all.

Lame Wu was flipping through the book, Luo Yang was flipping through the cable engine, and Xia He's eyes were looking back and forth.

Facts are facts. After a while, both of them found the information. The information said that it was the same as Li Xiaoshuai, and even the year was not bad at all.

"Submissive (convinced) Nong." Wu Lai Zi was full of praise for Li Xiaoshuai's well-known record.

Luo Yang also believed what his aunt said, that Li Xiaoshuai had worked hard.

After some soft grinding and hard brewing, the teapot was finally bought by Wu Lazi at a price of 250,000.

Luo Yangxin said that in just two days, Li Xiaoshuai had earned 300,000 yuan, and the cost was negligibly low. There were not many people with the ability to make money.

To be honest, when he saw the number of transfers in Li Xiaoshuai's newly bought mobile phone, the series of zeros made him envious. Also completely accepted the years of studying with Li Xiaoshuai, because; he saw a role model!

"Study hard, and I will do the same in the future!"

Afterwards, the owner in a good mood opened the warehouse and let Li Xiaoshuai watch it, and even Luo Yang opened his eyes.