Antique Dealer

Chapter 151 Wrong
Zhao Shuo smelled the strange smell coming from the room, and felt that he was not well: "Can't you open the window to ventilate?"

Mei Xiaohui pointed to the window with a wry smile: "The window was nailed up by my second uncle, who said that the collection of antiques has very high requirements on the environment, and it cannot be exposed to sunlight or allow air to circulate."

Zhao Shuo is not interested in antiques, and has never seen An Ruiman's collection, so he doesn't know about it, but he always finds this kind of operation very strange: "Xiaohao, is there such a saying?"

Fang Hao said: "Antiques are indeed very susceptible to the influence of the environment. If they are too wet, they will become moldy, if they are too dry, they will crack, and if they are too hot or too cold, they may deteriorate. However, this depends on the material and cannot be generalized. Like professional institutions, Places such as museums have many requirements for the preservation of cultural relics.

But it is difficult for ordinary people to do it, and it is also difficult to spend so much money to install professional equipment, so the method of preserving antiques will be simpler. For example, calligraphy and paintings should be protected from mildew and moth, and they should be hung out regularly for ventilation; woodware should be protected from moisture. If it is lost and cracked, it is dry in the north and needs to be oiled every year; ceramics need to be customized to prevent bumps and so on.

As for doing something like Uncle An, this is the first time I've seen it, and I don't know where he learned about it. "

"Yeah, I just find it weird, normal people don't do this!" Mei Xiaohui realized that she had said something wrong, and smiled embarrassedly: "I'll go get the mask."

Fang Hao took the mask from Mei Xiaohui, and after putting it on, he felt much more comfortable: "Uncle, don't go in."

"Okay, I don't understand anyway."

If Zhao Shuo can't go in, Mei Xiaohui can't. She also put on a mask, turned on the light in the room, and walked in with Fang Hao: "Xiao Fang, I don't understand antiques, you can see for yourself."

"Ok."

Fang Hao nodded, and looked at the environment in the room. Generally speaking, the arrangement in the room is relatively neat. It seems that An Ruiman has put in a lot of effort.It's just that the quality of the items is really not flattering. At first glance, most of them are fake, especially a pile of jade objects, which are obviously fabricated.

The so-called fakes are things imagined by counterfeiters out of thin air, and the characteristics of different ages, artistic styles and genres are rigidly combined into the same thing. Why do they make it like this?Only the counterfeiters themselves can tell.

Some people buy things, even if they don’t know what the thing is, what function it serves, and the characteristics of the decoration of that era, they dare to buy it, thinking that it is a unique treasure, who will you lie to if you don’t lie?

Fang Hao took a general look, and found that the quality of the collection in the house was worrying, and it was a little hopeless to find valuable antiques from these things!

However, Fang Hao was mentally prepared before he came. He was entrusted by others, and he had to investigate the matter of loyalty no matter what.

Since most of them were false at a glance, Fang Hao's speed was relatively fast, and after a while, he had two more pieces of porcelain in his hand.

"Is it all right?"

Fang Hao could see that Mei Xiaohui might think that he was a little perfunctory: "The quality of these things is not good, so the speed is faster. Only these two pieces of porcelain are okay."

"Then how much are these two pieces of porcelain worth?" Mei Xiaohui looked at the porcelain in Fang Hao's hand.

"It's all from folk kilns in the late Qing Dynasty. It's not very valuable, about 300 yuan. As for whether to sell it or not, you can discuss it." Fang Hao showed it and said that the price is quite satisfactory. Of course, if an antique dealer comes to collect it , certainly not.

"sorry to bother you."

Mei Xiaohui nodded, and then took out a bell on the shelf next to her: "What kind of bell is this? I remember seeing a similar one when I was at my grandfather's house before."

Fang Hao said: "This is called 'Spiritual Bell'."

"Calling Soul Bell" is a magic weapon used by Taoists to summon souls and exorcise ghosts. It is also called "Sanqing Bell" and "Emperor Bell".

"What!" Mei Xiaohui's body trembled.

Fang Hao smiled secretly, and explained: "Have you ever watched a zombie movie? Taoist priests use the 'Spiritual Bell' when summoning souls. It is used as a magic weapon and is not easy to use. It is mostly used to summon dead souls, or to cast out spirits Just use it, as the saying goes, "When the bell rings for the soul, no strangers should enter."

"Huh!" Mei Xiaohui hurriedly put the calling bell back, and because she put it on too quickly, it rang again, which made her tremble again: "Your side is alright, let's go out."

When the two walked out the door, Mei Xiaohui immediately closed the door, thinking about whether to go to the temple to burn incense later.

After coming out, Fang Hao put the porcelain on the dining table, and went to the bathroom to wash his hands. The things just now were almost all made of old chemical materials, and he might have stayed in some kind of dirty place.

"Just these two things, how much are they worth?" Zhao Shuo asked.

Fang Hao replied: "300 yuan, I didn't see what you said."

"Huh, could it be hidden somewhere else?" Zhao Shuo was a little surprised, but with An Ruiman's thinking, it is very likely that Dong XZ was hidden somewhere else.

"Then let me call and ask, it's already this time, why are you still hiding?"

Compared with Anjin, Mei Xiaohui's resentment is undoubtedly greater. There is no filial son in front of the long-term hospital bed, let alone relatives who are separated by several floors.Moreover, the old lady's temper is not very good. Sometimes, Mei Xiaohui wants to turn around and leave.

Now that she knew that An Ruiman still had an item worth tens of thousands of yuan, she must be eager to sell it, and then hire a nurse, at least so that her son can sell it.

Mei Xiaohui called her son and communicated for a while before she knew where the things were, and then went to take them out.

"Is this this pen holder?" Fang Hao was a little surprised when he saw the real thing.

"Yes, that's it. Is there any problem?" Mei Xiaohui noticed Fang Hao's expression, and was a little worried. There would be no problem.

"I'll take a look at it first."

This is a cylindrical pen holder with a large caliber and a stable and dignified shape.White glaze is applied to the whole body, the glaze surface is smooth, and the glaze light is soft.Figures are painted on the belly, three or five friends are admiring the scenery, and one of them points to the sun in the sky.

The blue and white color of this pen holder is bright, the layout of the picture is sparse and well-organized, the scenery of mountains and rocks is undulating, the sense of depth is strong, the color separation is distinct, the shade is appropriate, the yin and yang of the mountains and rocks are reversed, the flowers and trees are sparse and dense, and the depiction is superb. , Vigorous and full of momentum.

Fang Hao raised his head: "Do you know who you invited to read it before?"

"I don't know." Mei Xiaohui shook her head.

Zhao Shuo looked at the pen container and said, "I think it looks pretty, is there something wrong?"

Fang Hao joked: "It's too good, is it a problem?"

Mei Xiaohui breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to herself, do all those who collect antiques like to be so surprised?

Zhao Shuo heard the meaning of Fang Hao's words: "You mean, this pen holder sells for more than 1 yuan?"

"It's far more than that! I judge that it is a fine road porcelain from the 'transitional period' period of the late Ming and early Qing Dynasties. If it only sells for more than 1, isn't it a joke!"

During the alternation of the late Ming and early Qing Dynasties, a batch of "top-grade fine material wares" appeared in blue and white porcelain. The styles are full of secular life and the unique style of the literati, which is refreshing.

Most of these works are well-made and high-quality, and they are called "blue and white porcelain in the 'transitional period' of the late Ming and early Qing Dynasties".It is a peak of blue and white porcelain art led by folk kilns, leaving an indelible stroke in the history of porcelain painting.

Porcelain from the transitional period like this tends to perform relatively well in the market. Like the pen holder in front of me, Fang Hao’s estimated price is between 80 and [-]. The works of folk kilns are not one-ten-thousand can be won.

Fang Hao thinks that the most likely possibility is that the appraiser deliberately lowered the price to cooperate with the buyer to artificially cause "leakage".

When Mei Xiaohui heard that it was worth more than 1 yuan, she suddenly became energetic: "Then how much can it sell for?"

Fang Hao said: "I estimate it is around 80 to [-]."

"What! 80 million?! Did I hear correctly!"

Mei Xiaohui yelled, her face full of disbelief, and Zhao Shuo had no idea that there was such a big price difference.

Fang Hao said solemnly: "It's absolutely true, if you don't believe me, I can buy it for so much money."

"No...let me be quiet!"

Mei Xiaohui covered her chest with her hands, and it took her a while to adjust her emotions. She reconfirmed with a trembling voice: "Is it really worth so much?"

After getting an affirmative answer, she scolded with righteous indignation: "The person before was really a bastard. He was short of so much money, thanks to what he said! He clearly wants to buy treasures at a low price, he is a bad guy!"

After scolding for a while, she immediately contacted her son and told her the news.Anjin was also quite shocked, and it took a while to accept the matter, and then told An Ruiman cautiously, for fear that something would go wrong if he was too excited, and that would be a good thing turned into a bad thing.

After waiting for a while, Mei Xiaohui hung up the phone. At this moment, she was in a happy mood. Compared with before, there was a difference between heaven and earth, and even the eyes that looked at Fang Hao were gentler.

"Just now my second uncle agreed to sell the pen holder to you, but he wanted you to wait for a while, saying that he contacted the person who identified it before, and he is rushing over now, and wants to ask you for advice."

Fang Hao was somewhat surprised. Wasn't it what he thought, the person who identified it before was wrong because of poor eyesight?But if that's the case, what's up with the buyer?

The question was relatively big, and the idea of ​​meeting this person also arose in Fang Hao's mind, and he was worried that the other party would cause trouble, so he agreed.

More than half an hour later, two people, one old and one young, arrived panting. Among them, the older one might be in his 50s because of the good maintenance, and the younger one looked no more than two years older than Fang Hao. .

The old man's name is Hu Chengyou, and the young man's name is Hu Jue. They are grandparents, and the previous appraiser was Hu Jue.This answer was expected by Fang Hao.

(End of this chapter)