Divine Eye Appreciation King

Chapter 126
"Ha, Xiao Feng, you came just in time!" Third Master Dong beckoned, and then said to Feng Wei: "Come on, come on, this is the Boss Chen Aotian I just mentioned!"

Then, he introduced Feng Wei's identity to that Chen Aotian.

"Appraiser?" Chen Aotian narrowed his eyes slightly: "So young? Inexperienced!"

For no reason, Feng Wei felt vague hostility, which made him a little stunned. After all, everyone has the same surname, so is it necessary?
He didn't know that Chen Aotian also had the dream of being a master appraiser, but in the end, he missed again and again and almost went bankrupt!

In the end, it was his grandpa's master friend who took action, and after a series of leaks, his ancestral antique shop was finally able to survive.

Therefore, Boss Chen hated all appraisers who were younger than him. As for whether he was jealous or didn't trust him, only he could tell.

Fortunately, Feng Wei didn't have the heart to play any face-slapping games with him, so he just said "I'm here to study!", and continued to immerse himself in the pile of antiques in the study.

Seeing this situation, the hostility of that boss Chen has subsided a lot, hmm!Young people, with self-knowledge, are not bad...

In fact, he himself was not much greater than Feng.

"Oops! Brother Feng, come and take a look!" Third Master Dong exclaimed again, which made Chen Tianao next to him extremely uncomfortable: "We are all about the same age? Why do you call him brother and me Xiao Chen?"

However, he still maintained a respectful expression on his face. It didn't matter if he messed with the old man, but his money... that didn't matter!
Hearing Mr. Dong's greeting, Feng Wei flashed out from behind an antique rack with a smile. It seemed that Chen Tian'ao had brought something good to the old man again...

However, when he came closer, his expression changed slightly.

This is a Song Guanjiao Qiong style brush washer. Although it is not big, its value is immeasurable. No wonder the old man is so excited.

Very few official kilns of the Northern Song Dynasty have been handed down to the world. Except for some porcelain fragments, there is no complete porcelain in any museum in the world.It is only rumored that there is a private collector overseas who has two or three practical pieces preserved.

At this time, the porcelain in the brocade box was originally a brush washer, which belonged to the study utensils, and its value was higher than that of practical utensils. ritual vessel.

With these two extra points, coupled with the scarcity of Song Guan Kiln itself, its value is hard to estimate.

"Let's make a price!" Third Master Dong also seemed quite excited.

"This thing... tsk tsk..." Chen Tianao was also quite embarrassed, smacking his lips and said: "Third Master, you also know that we are not easy to estimate such a treasure. The big bowl of Songguan Kiln sold more than 5000 million yuan..."

"How can that bowl compare with this one!" Third Master Dong was upset: "That's not of the same grade, okay?"

Chen Tianao was even more happy when he heard this, and the corners of his mouth almost touched his ears: "Haha, I know that Third Master is an expert, so you should always give me a price. We will never give a second price..."

He knew that the old man Dongsan was famous for his good face, and since he said just now that this thing was of a higher grade than the 5000 million big bowl, no matter how low the bid was, it couldn't be lower than 5000 million.

Of course, if Third Master Dong's price is too low, when it's time to negotiate... it's time to negotiate!
"Fifty yuan is quite appropriate!" Feng Wei's abrupt voice came over, making Master Dong San stunned. Chen Tian'ao over there looked like he was looking at an idiot, and he snorted coldly after a long time.

But Third Master Dong was a little surprised: "Brother Feng, what do you say?"

"Modern crafts are only worth this price!" Feng Wei shrugged.

"Crafts?" Chen Tianao's eyes flashed sharply: "You...forget it!"

He waved his hand to Feng Wei like he was shooing away flies, and he brought the pen to Mr. Dong San again: "Old man, look at this fetus, and then look at this opening film, there is a purple mouth and an iron foot, right? ?The traces of the support nails below, given the current level of imitation, who can imitate them?"

Seeing that he pointed out the characteristics of this Song Guanjiao one by one, he said it clearly and logically, let alone Dong Sanye, if Feng Wei hadn't been reminded, he might have believed it.

In fact... this porcelain imitation is... [-]% real!

Feng Wei may be sure that this thing has something to do with the Fox gang!
After carefully looking at the brush, Feng Wei found a triangular fox head in a hidden place.

"Third Master!" He shouted loudly, interrupting the foaming Chen Tianao.

"There is a cultural relic counterfeiting group in China, and its level is very high!" Feng Wei continued: "The Song Dynasty porcelain they imitated has reached the point where it is fake..."

"enough!"

Chen Tianao couldn't hold back his anger at last: "Kicked in the forehead by a donkey? Imitation of Song Dynasty official kiln? A master who can really imitate to this level can sell a lot of money for his own porcelain. Do you still need to imitate? You are really sick Not light!"

Indeed, the firing method of Song Guanjiao has been lost for a long time. Even the porcelain produced by several masters in China is slightly different from it.

The price of modern porcelain made by masters may not necessarily lose to that of ancient porcelains. Even at overseas auctions, a pastel porcelain statue made by modern masters was estimated at a sky-high price of more than 3 million...

Therefore, regarding the authenticity of this piece of porcelain, regardless of whether Chen Tianao believes it or not, Third Master Dong is a little bit convinced anyway.

"Brother Feng..." Third Master Dong glanced at the indifferent Feng Wei, feeling a little unsure...

In fact, he really wanted to say a few words for Chen Tianao, but he was a little worried, wouldn't there be...what's the problem?

"My head may not have been kicked!" Feng Wei raised the corner of his mouth: "But some people... their hands must have been burned by coal! Modern imitations dare to be sold! It's too dark!"

Staring at Chen Tianao, he turned his head and said: "Third Master, as far as I know, that group of cultural relic dealers have a characteristic, that is, they will carve a triangular fox's head in the hidden place of the imitation. You can look for it carefully. Surely there will be something to discover!"

"Huh?" After hearing this, Master Dong San saw the brush in Chen Tian'ao's hand again.

In fact, he had just seen the tiny triangular mark near the bottom foot. He didn't pay much attention to it at first, but when he heard Feng Wei's words, he suddenly became suspicious.

"Brother Feng, this thing doesn't look fake!" After looking through it with a brush for a while, Third Master Dong was a little confused: "It's hard to explain the problem with just this one mark!"

"Indeed, counterfeiters are very skillful nowadays!" Feng Wei nodded: "Actually, if there is no such mark, there is no flaw in this thing, and I just feel that something is wrong..."

(End of this chapter)