The years when I was reborn as a giant in the antique world

"Xiao Wu, I just heard you say 8 yuan, right? Let me tell you, the price is really low. Master Ye Zhongsan's interior painting figure paintings are not comparable to ordinary works. I will pay 10 yuan." The kind old man said.

"Then I will offer 11." Another old man with a slightly serious face offered a higher price.

"Old Han, are you interested too? In this way, I will offer 12."

"13." Mr. Han refused to budge.

"Okay, this snuff bottle is yours." Old Man Du chuckled and stopped arguing with his friends.

This price is relatively high in private collections, and sometimes auction houses can't even fetch this price.

Although Ye Zhongsan's inner-painted snuff bottles are exquisitely painted, they are after all from the late Qing Dynasty to the Republic of China. They are not comparable to those made by the imperial kilns of the third Qing Dynasty. The latter were made by craftsmen from all over the country.

"Young man, Xiao Wu originally wanted to collect this thing, but it was snatched by some of us who rely on the old and sell the old.

According to the rules, you have to give Xiao Wu 10 points of referral fee, otherwise, the asking price just now will be invalidated. "Grandpa Du looked at Yun Zhou and pointed out.

This is an unwritten rule in the antique industry. You must pay a certain fee to the "middleman" or "introducer", otherwise no one will match you up.

Mr. Du said while watching the young man's reaction. Now many juniors who have just entered the industry don't want to pay this money, which makes the scene ugly in the end.

However, what they don't know is that contacts in the antique world are very important.

Even if you buy a good item, no one will appraise it for you, and no one will recommend you a good buyer. You will not be able to sell the item, and even if you sell it, it will be difficult to sell it for a good price.

It's a pity that many people only care about the small profits in front of them, without any foresight.

The highest bid for this Ye Zhongsan inner-painted snuff bottle in front of him was 13, ten points is [-], which is nothing to them, but to this young man, it should not be a small sum.

Mr. Du casually glanced at the other party's clothes and came to this conclusion.

I just don't know if this young man is willing to give up?

He and his friends exchanged glances, if this young man is unruly, he doesn't need this snuff bottle.

After staying with Xiao Wu for so many years, I can't ruin my friendship because of a small object.

Yun Zhou smiled slightly, with a generous and natural attitude: "Since you have joined the antique business, of course you have to follow the rules of the antique business. If it weren't for Uncle Wu, how could this snuff bottle be sold at such a high price, let alone ten points, Uncle Wu deserves twenty points."

Hearing the young man's words, several old men showed surprised expressions.

This young man is only seventeen or eighteen years old, but he does not have the impetuousness and greed of ordinary young people. He speaks very sincerely, has clear eyes, and looks good, which is really rare.

"Okay!" Mr. Du admired the young man, "What's the young man's name?"

"Yunzhou, the cloud of white clouds, the boat of a flat boat."

"Okay, you're very good. If you have any problems with antiques in the future, you can come to me." Mr. Du said with a smile. He is still famous in S City, so it's easy to support a young man.

Shopkeeper Wu was taken aback. Mr. Du is a famous cultural relic appraisal expert and collector in S City.

It's been a long time since he admired a young man like this, let alone that the other party was still so young.

"By the way, young man, just now I heard you said that this snuff bottle was collected at an outside stall? Where is it? Let's go and have a look, maybe we can catch a leak."

The old men laughed, and there was a touch of excitement in their eyes. No matter who missed such a thing, they would never tire of it.

For these old guys, the important thing is not money, but the satisfaction brought by "I recognize this baby, but others don't" and it is also a talk to prove their superb eyesight.

Several old men went out in a hurry, and came back in less than 10 minutes. They drank a few mouthfuls of tea and began to complain crazily.

"They are all modern handicrafts, none of them are real!"

"The stall owner held a glass snuff bottle and insisted that it was from Hetian jade. Hiss, my nose is going to crooked."

"There's an enamel snuff bottle with Western characters painted on it. It's fine if the enamel is fake. The painter, heh, really sucks!"

"You have good eyesight, kid. There is only one real snuff bottle out of more than 30. You have chosen it."

Mr. Du smiled, "Next time you find something, don't forget to show it to me. It doesn't matter even if it's fake. It's normal to drill holes in the antique world."

The old man is reminding him, it is impossible to pick up the mistakes every time, and at the same time, he also has some thoughts on cultivating him.

Yun Zhou complied obediently.

The mobile phone account quickly received a transfer of 11 from Han Lao, plus 15 coins, a total of [-].

He rubbed the numbers on the phone with his slender fingers, his eyes were shining brightly, as if a sky full of stars had fallen into them, shining brightly.

This figure gave him great hope. If this continues, he has great confidence that he can collect the remaining arrears within two months.

***

For the next two days, Yunzhou has been observing and learning in the antique market, sometimes stopping to observe, but he didn't find any suitable objects.

Today's antique market is not like before where you can often find good things. Now the counterfeiting technology is superb and the workmanship is exquisite. Some counterfeit items can't even be seen by experts, let alone a newcomer like Yun Zhou who has just entered the antique business.

He overheard the vendors chatting with each other, saying that yesterday morning there was a young man in his 20s holding a wooden box tightly in his arms, speaking with a strong foreign accent, and telling everyone he wanted the seller to pass on the treasure.

Vendor A: "That man is dressed in rags, and he said that his family is poor, and his two younger sisters don't even have tuition fees for school, so they can only sell the old paintings passed down from the seller. Please help me."

Vendor B: "Some people really believe in this kind of routine. It's an old-fashioned routine. But he brought a powerful trustee, that is, the so-called expert. The 'expert' said that this is the picture of Bada Shanren's Suihan Three Friends, and he said it clearly and logically. , Those with noses and eyes, pretending to be like that."

Vendor A: "That's right, but the imitation of the painting is really good. At least the paper is correct, and the artistry is not bad. Otherwise, how could I have fooled a group of self-proclaimed collectors into thinking that they had picked up a big mistake."

Vendor C interrupted: "If you want me to say, there is more than one entrusted. The one who raised the price with that middle-aged man was also procrastinated. In the end, he raised the price to 18. It's really dark."

Vendor B: "Poor that buyer, the next day I looked back and wanted to find someone, but he had already disappeared!"

Yun Zhou understands that this is all caused by greed. Bada Shanren's "Bamboo Stone Mandarin Duck - Vertical Scroll - Ink on Paper" was sold at an auction house for more than [-] million yuan, and other works also cost tens of millions. How could people not Tempted?

He immediately thought of the old lady from a few days ago.

Shopkeeper Huang said that she might be a liar, but he didn't think so, because there was no greedy desire in the old lady's eyes.

Yun Zhou stroked Wei Liang's left wrist, thinking of Xiao Yulong's longing for that coin, maybe it was really a Yongle Tongbao carrying three coins.

It's just that two or three days have passed, so the old lady must have gone back.

Yun Zhou breathed a sigh of relief, for a moment he didn't know whether it was regret or happiness.

Suddenly, the noise from not far away interrupted his thoughts, and when he looked up, there seemed to be many people around and pointing.

Yun Zhou walked over and saw a familiar figure lying on the ground in the gap between the crowd, he was startled—it was the old lady!

The peddler was still yelling loudly: "Everyone has seen it, it has nothing to do with me, this old lady passed out by herself." He said, "Take a few broken copper coins as family heirlooms, and still want to touch porcelain? I Bah, there are no doors!"

"Hey, this old lady, I've seen her several times, walking around the market on a hot day, isn't she a liar?"

"Maybe, whoever dares to help may be trapped."

"That's right, there are too many liars now, who knows what tricks she is playing?"

"The owner of the stall said that the copper coins are worthless, and he knelt and kowtowed, making it like this, huh."

Yun Zhou hurriedly pushed away from the crowd to check. Fortunately, the old lady just passed out due to heatstroke, and there was no major problem.

Seeing that he wanted to help, the people around advised him: "Don't worry about it, young man, be careful not to be relied upon."

Yun Zhou shook his head lightly, put the old lady on his back halfway in the shade, and fed her some water.

Not long after, the old man woke up slowly, with cloudy tears streaming out of his eyes, "Young man, it's you, thank you, you are such a good person."

She still held the copper coins wrapped in silk cloth in her hand, but after running around for so long, she asked all the questions and begged for everything that should be asked, but no one was willing to accept it, saying that it was worthless stuff.

She was completely desperate now, maybe it was her and her wife's fate.

The old lady was feeling unbearably sad when she suddenly heard the boy next to her say, "Grandma, can you show me the copper coin in your hand?"'

"Hey, hey, of course." The old lady wiped away her tears and handed the silk cloth in her hand to Yun Zhou.

The boy uncovered the outer silk cloth, picked up the coin which was a circle larger than other copper coins and looked at it carefully.

Although the corrosion is serious, its copper is mellow, and the Qian Wen on the front can see the words "Yong" and "Tong". The calligraphy is authentic and belongs to the style of Qian Wen in the Yongle period of the Ming Dynasty; Heng, apart from the word 'three coins', there is no other possibility.

Because there are only two types of coins in Yongle: Xiaopingsu back and Yongle Tongbao back three coins, as long as this copper coin is real, it can only be "Yongle Tongbao back three coins".

When he was observing the copper coin, the little jade dragon on his wrist appeared almost immediately, and more than 20 auras flew out of the coin, and all of them were sucked into the mouth of the jade dragon.

A row of dragon scales lit up at the same time, turning into dazzling silver. Yulong let out a groan of satisfaction, wrapped its tail around Yunzhou's wrist, and rubbed its small jade-white horns against his fingertips, as if coquettish. .

The abundant aura contained in the coins strengthened his guess, "Grandma, I think the copper coins in your hand are indeed rare treasures, and I want to buy them."

"Ah?" The old lady seemed to be a little unresponsive, and said in a daze: "Young man, are you serious? Do you really want to buy it?"

"Well. I remember you said that you need 3000 yuan, right?"

"This, this... My wife is going to have a minor operation, and it is indeed short of such money. It's just, it's just that people say it's worthless, are you losing money?" It retains the simplicity of that era.

"No. If it's genuine, I can still make a lot of money."

Yun Zhou comforted the silver-haired grandmother softly. In fact, he didn't have much confidence in his heart, but he didn't regret making this decision.

If he didn't see it, that's all. Since he saw it, he wouldn't ignore it.Instead of living in the guilt and regret of not extending a helping hand in the future, it is better to follow the heart.This is what his father taught him.

Of course, the snuff bottle just sold gave Yunzhou great hope. Even if the copper coin was not recognized by others, he believed that he could earn back the 3000 yuan.

Yunzhou and the old lady went to the ATM to withdraw a brand new 3000 yuan in cash, and sent her to the bus.The weather-beaten old lady had tears in her eyes and kept saying words of thanks until she couldn't see the boy.

Yunzhou watched the other party leave, and went to the farmer's market to buy a kilogram of fresh beef tendon, ready to make sauced beef.

Since the accident at home, in order to save money, he and his mother seldom buy expensive beef, and at most stew a big pig bone to satisfy their hunger.

The boy put on the apron, his smooth waistline was narrowed by the belt, his stature was slender, and a pair of straight long legs were exposed under the apron.

Skillfully cut the beef tendon into pieces, soaked, blanched, put in soy sauce, marinade bag, rock sugar and other condiments, boiled for two hours on high heat, finally took it out to cool, and cut into thin slices.

The family will be back from their hometown tomorrow, so Yu Xinlan went to tidy up in advance, and as soon as she got home, she smelled the aroma of food.

The sauced beef with complete color, fragrance and taste is placed in circles on the plate. The color is the sauce red that has absorbed the sauce. The surface is oily and shiny, with crystal clear tendons. It is very appetizing at first glance. Increase; there are two dishes and one soup on the side, which is very rich.

Yun Zhou took off his apron, and when he raised his arms, he revealed a thin waist. Under the light of the light, his porcelain-white skin had a faint halo. A dimple was looming, and he greeted the other party: "Mom, come and eat quickly."

"Okay, okay, I'll be here right away." Such a warm scene brought tears to Yu Xinlan's eyes, and she walked over quickly.