The antique shop of the rich fake master

Qu Qiuli squatted in front of the small stall and turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone.

Most of the stalls are full of jade and porcelain, and they are all small pieces. In this case, there must be genuine products in the small pieces, and the big pieces are still behind.

"Look at whatever you want, the price is negotiable." Seeing that he was a young man, the vendor already had a plan in mind.

The sheep came, and it was still a hairy sheep. If you don't squeeze it, you will be sorry for the antiques on his stall.

Qu Qiuli took a rough look at several pieces of porcelain, and there was one that he wasn't sure about, and it was a teacup with a Yue kiln lid.

If it was normal, he would definitely have to take a good look at it, and he would be able to catch a leak if he was not sure.

But today he had a task, so he put down his teacup and muttered, "These things look too stingy, and they don't look good in the store."

The boss who heard him muttering already had a guess, most likely he opened the door for business and wanted to put something to support the facade.

It seems that this sheep is quite fat!

He asked calmly, "What does the little brother want?"

"Be a little more generous!" Qu Qiuli's words and deeds at the moment are completely laymen.

The boss thought for a while, and took out a beautifully packaged box from the tricycle behind him. The box was opened, and there was a baby pillow inside.

The baby pillow is a kind of porcelain pillow, because the shape of the pillow is that of a child lying on its stomach, and it looks cute and cute, which is quite interesting.

There is also a saying in ancient times that after the newlyweds get married, they will soon have their own children, so the meaning of this thing is not bad.

Qu Qiuli glanced at it. The Ding Kiln white-glazed baby pillow, well, the imitation is not bad. The real one is on display in the National Museum.

"No!" Qu Qiuli didn't take another look, "I'm not married yet, it doesn't suit my temperament."

The boss was speechless, "I didn't let you sleep, it's not bad as a decoration."

"Porcelain is not durable!" Qu Qiuli looked disgusted, "It's not safe to put it in the store."

Hearing what he said, the boss's mind moved, and he remembered that he still had a hot potato in his hand.

The young man looked like he didn't know how to do it.

He decided to take a risk and get the thing out early to avoid any forks in the future.

The boss took out another box from the back without changing his face, "This one is resistant to falling."

When the box was opened, it was a bronze tripod!

"There are bronze wares!" Qu Qiuli pretended to be a little interested, "Show me."

The boss passed the box over, "Be careful, this is passed down from my ancestors."

In the ghost market, no matter whether something is real or fake, it must be true according to the boss!

If there are knowledgeable people here, they can understand that the bronze wares sold on the bright side are all imitations.

Qu Qiuli turned on the small flashlight of his mobile phone, looking left and right with a really interested look.

It's just that the more he looked at it, the more dignified he felt. It was a three-legged tripod with a diameter of about [-] centimeters and a weight of about three catties. The surface decoration was the relatively common cloud and thunder pattern.

At first, Qu Qiuli thought that the three-legged tripod imitation was not bad, at least the shape, weight, and surface oxidation were very natural, but in terms of details, if it can be prevented so well, it must be a national level cultural relic restoration master.

He pretended to shake his hands and dropped the phone on the ground. Taking advantage of the few seconds of darkness, he quickly put the tripod under the tip of his nose and smelled it!

There is an earthy smell.

What does this mean?It means that the three-legged tripod was unearthed, or something that was unearthed not long ago.

Of course, many imitations of antiques are now made old. In order to be more realistic, some will deliberately put things in the soil and bury them for a period of time.

Except for bronzes, because there is no need for that.

This is something that is not allowed to be bought or sold. You can make imitations, but if you imitate too much of the real thing, you may be invited to drink tea.

Qu Qiuli thumped in his heart, and as his thoughts circulated, he already had a plan.

He put the things down calmly, "It's too dirty, too old."

His voice was full of disdain.

But he looked like this, but the boss was relieved, he was just a kid who didn't understand anything.

"There's one more thing!" The boss stood up and took out the box that was sitting on his buttocks. "I collected this from a coal boss. It has been passed down for thousands of years, and I have never seen dirt."

When the wooden box was opened, there were a group of bronze gui.

Qu Qiuli raised his eyebrows, isn't this a coincidence?

What he asked Zhou Chao to prepare at the beginning was a bronze gui, the kind that is common in the market, so that he can easily find the same one in modern times!

And the bronze gui in front of him is almost exactly the same as his.

"This looks okay." Qu Qiuli thought quickly, "What price?"

"When I received 80 yuan, there were few people who bought this thing, so it was in their hands. If you want it, give me the original price!"

"The price is not what you shouted, I almost scared you away." Qu Qiuli put down the things, "If the boss sells it sincerely, it will only be 2000 yuan."

The 80 was directly reduced to [-], which stunned the boss.

Those who can do this industry must have studied this antique. This bronze gui was collected by him when he set up a stall in Linshi, and he spent 800 yuan!

At the beginning, it seemed that the imitation was not bad, at least there were no problems in all aspects of shape and structure.

After all, there are still a small number of fans who will buy it home and collect it if they know it is fake.

As a result, it was not sold for half a year.

2000 yuan is also earned, but how could the boss let go so easily.

The two came and I bargained, and Qu Qiuli finally raised it to [-], but the boss was stuck at [-], and he refused to let go.

"You can ask for [-] yuan!" Qu Qiuli pretended to let go, "Give me some support."

He pointed to the three-legged tripod before and the Yueyao Gaiwan teacup he saw at the beginning, "These three together are [-] yuan."

In this cold winter night, the boss was sweating all over because he chopped it off. The teacup was real, but there were too many teacups circulating on the market.

For antiques, the more the same style is flooded, the cheaper it is!

Moreover, there is a crack on the bottom bracket, and cracked porcelain will not be able to sell at a high price.

But this bronze tripod...

He also had doubts in his heart, "Don't you think that one is too dirty and old?"

"I'll take it home and wash it." Qu Qiuli said this without any pressure!

The boss was numb, he thought about it, he should have thrown away that hot potato earlier, he didn't dare to take it out when he set up a stall before, for fear of being spotted by experts.

He pretended to be angry and said, "Don't talk too much about it. The three items are [-] yuan. If you want it, you can leave. Don't delay my business."

Qu Qiuli thought about it, "That's fine, you wrap it up for me, give me the QR code, and I'll transfer the money for you."

After hearing this, the boss was completely relieved, this is 100% an outsider.

In the ghost market, there is an unwritten rule in the antique industry. Basically, the bosses only accept cash, and they are afraid of those who buy fakes and end up looking for trouble.

"I only accept cash, and if I don't have cash, I can get it. There is an ATM machine on the street, and it takes 2 minutes to go back and forth."

Qu Qiuli knew the rules of the ghost market, and he had prepared cash today, but he said that on purpose because he wanted to leave a certificate.

But now it seems that the boss is not in a good mood, and he doesn't want to make any more troubles.

He took out 200 yuan as a deposit, "I paid the deposit, you can't sell it to others, I'll be right back."

After speaking, he took the teacup away without giving the boss any time to react.

The boss looked at the back of Qu Qiuli trotting away, and looked at the two red notes in his hand, lost in thought. Could it be that this kid ran away?

Want to buy him a teacup for 200 yuan?

Fortunately, Qu Qiuli got the money back soon.

Pay in one hand and deliver in the other hand, both money and goods.

Qu Qiuli didn't delay any longer this time, and went straight back to the store.

He didn't see the bronze tripod clearly at the stall just now.

He is now eager to verify the authenticity.

If it is true, it will be a big deal.

His original plan was to buy a fake one and return it to replace it, and then donate it to the museum after a while. Such cultural relics that could not find a seller and whose origin was unknown would be defined as accidental income.

The country will directly recycle it, and then it may let him be on the news, and then give some rewards, and there will be nothing for him in the future.

The reason why he wants to do this is because there are too few bronze wares available for research in the country, and secondly, it is because of his antique shop.

There are circles of antiques, and the circles will pay more attention to these news. Just imagine, if the owner of the antique shop goes to pick up big leaks, does that prove that he has eyesight.

Those who are interested will come to his store to see if they can try their luck.

In the antique industry, if it doesn't open for three years, it will take three years after opening. He can't afford to wait now.

Unexpectedly, such a mistake happened.

Qu Qiuli, who was holding a magnifying glass, was very conflicted at the moment, hoping that the tripod was real, but also hoping that it was fake.

More than an hour is enough for him to study the tripod back and forth several times, check a lot of documents and compare them one by one.

Hey... something has happened!

However, as a qualified citizen, when encountering such a thing, he will not shrink back, and resolutely crack down on such sinners who resell cultural relics.

Not to mention that it was only unearthed not long ago, which means that the boss might be a rat.

Rats are also tomb robbers. Because of the existence of these people, cultural relics in countless ancient tombs have been stolen, which has brought immeasurable losses to archaeological research.

After careful consideration, he packed the three-legged tripod and his real one into a box, took the literature and materials, and went straight to the police station.

When he reported the case, he insisted that he was a student of the Department of Archeology of University A. When he saw these two bronzes in the ghost market, he thought they were very good imitations.

I wanted to buy it back for research, but I checked the literature and found that it was actually true, so I immediately reported it and handed it over.

The policeman on duty looked solemn. This is the ancient capital, and many tomb robbers are caught every year.

As for whether what the young man said was true or false, just check it out.

The police acted quickly. The boss was already in a daze when he was arrested. He refused to admit it at first, saying that he had never seen Qu Qiuli at all. Anyway, there were no fingerprints on the two bronze vessels, and they were given in cash.

As a result, Qu Qiuli reported the number of the two pieces of money that he gave out at the beginning on the spot.

Everyone has stolen goods, so there is no need to quibble now.

The most important thing now is to find an expert to appraise it. After all, Qu Qiuli is still a student.

It was already dawn when Qu Qiuli finished his notes and left.

This thrilling night, Qu Qiuli fell asleep in bed.

This sleep lasted until the afternoon, but was woken up by the ringing of the phone.

The caller was his teacher, a professor in the Department of Archeology, surnamed Yin, who was over 60 years old and a retired employee.

Mr. Yin has a vigorous and decisive character, and he made it clear in a few words.

For the two bronze vessels.

Qu Qiuli didn't expect that the appraisal expert he found there would be his own professor.

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