Divine Eye Appreciation King

Chapter 71 What's the matter?

Of course, not all stall owners have run away, some still have stalls, but they have packed up all the things with labels such as "Song Gejiao", "Yuan Qinghua", "Hetian Zimaterial" stand up.

There is even a buddy who shouted "authentic official kilns of the three dynasties of the Qing Dynasty" has changed his name to sell "handicrafts of unknown age!"

"You useless children!"

The old man had already walked up to Feng Wei, shook his head and sighed: "The antique shops in our Longzhaoji Market are all guaranteed. If you don't buy them, you have to come here to learn from others! It's so old now, how can there be easy to pick up”

As he spoke, he sighed, glanced at Feng Wei's jug, and shook his head immediately: "It's a fake again!"

"Young man, don't take advantage of it!"

The old man looked kindly: "If you want to collect, go directly to a regular antique store. There are Song Dynasty black-glazed porcelains with clearly marked prices. Although they are a bit expensive, you are definitely not fooled. Your things... are not worth ten yuan... ..."

Feng Wei only smiled when he heard the words, but did not speak, but the old man saw the Shoushan Stone in Huang Lu's hand, first frowned, and then laughed again: "This woman has good eyesight, even the Shoushan Furong Stone can touch it..."

As he said that, he looked at Feng Wei and said, "You kid, have you seen that? You need someone's eyesight to pick up the leaks..."

Before he finished talking, he was attracted by the weird figurine in Huang Lu's hand: "Hey? What is this?"

"Excuse me, old man...who are you?"

Seeing that he took the figurine unceremoniously and looked at it, Huang Lu asked cautiously.

"This is the chief appraiser of our Longzhaoji Antique Market, Teacher Luo Zhenhailuo! My dear, don't worry, I won't be able to steal yours!" A middle-aged security guard said with a smile.

"It should be an ancient funerary object...but its shape is very strange! I seem to have seen it somewhere..."

Luo Zhenhai held the figurine and looked at it for a long time, but he didn't guess the history.

However, he still looked at Huang Lu with admiration and said: "Girl, it seems that you are also an antique dealer, and you have a good taste." Huh? "

Huang Lu laughed when she heard this: "Actually, I bought it blindly..."

At this time, I heard that Luo Zhenhai was the chief appraiser, and there were already several customers who thought they had missed something and wanted to ask him to appraise them.

The old man is warm-hearted. He glanced at each of them one by one, and they all spoke clearly and logically, whether true or false.

Of course, if it is confirmed to be true, you can also spend money to ask Mr. Luo to issue a corresponding appraisal certificate. With the certificate of antiques, the price will naturally increase...

"Old Luo, will you give me the palm of my hand?"

A young man came in with a strangely shaped bottle.

Feng Wei recognized at a glance that this guy was the stall owner who just bought the death knight figurine for him.

Speaking of which, this guy is even more wicked than the stall owner surnamed Li. Others are asking prices all over the sky and paying back the money on the spot, but he is asking prices all over the universe, and he can't step on the ground when paying back the money.

"Yu Zhengxin, it's you again!"

Glancing at the young man, Mr. Luo didn't pick up the bottle, "Did you burn it yourself? You're really not famous. You have such a good talent. If you work hard, you'll be guaranteed a master craftsman for at least ten years." , there is no need to fake it..."

"We don't have the ability to be a craft master!"

The young man named Yu Zhengxin grinned and said: "Besides, you will be old in ten years, and it's meaningless to be a master! Luo Lao, I didn't burn this thing. Look... the authentic Song official kiln , I also picked it up from others!"

"Oh?" Elder Luo glanced at him upon hearing this, and brought the bottle over for a closer look.

Feng Wei next to him saw the hatred flash in the young man's eyes, but he changed into a smile again.

"Southern Song Dynasty official kiln beige glaze straight neck bottle?"

Huang Lu, who was joining in the fun, cried out. She had seen this kind of bottle before at an auction in the capital, and it was sold for a sky-high price of more than 400 million.

But the shape of the bottle in front of me is more regular, and it is also bigger. If it is real, I am afraid that the price will be more expensive, right?
Hearing her words, Luo Lao just smiled, one of the biggest characteristics of the official kiln is its purple mouth and iron feet.

Because there is a thin layer of glaze on the edge of the porcelain mouth, it is greyish purple and is called "purple mouth".

And because the carcass contains too much iron, the exposed parts of the feet are black and are called iron feet.

"Hiss! My boy, is it actually the real thing?"

When you see the authentic iron foot at the bottom of the bottle, although there are a little cracks, it will not have much impact on the market value.

After all, no matter the craftsmanship or the quality of the ring, it looks like something from the official kiln of the Song Dynasty.

In fact, Mr. Luo was a little skeptical at first. Although the overall shape and opening of the bottle were very similar to those of Song Guanjiao, the purple color on the rim was slightly lighter. In addition, Yu Zhengxin's counterfeiting skills were very high. He I was still a little worried, but after seeing the craftsmanship of the bottom circle foot, which was indeed the famous "iron foot" from the Song Dynasty, Mr. Luo finally put aside his doubts, looked up at the young man and smiled: "You boy... you have really good eyesight!"

"Really?" A strange smile appeared on the corner of Yu Zhengxin's mouth, as if he was laughing at something.

"real!"

Luo Lao didn't pay attention to his expression, but instead turned his gaze to the four stacked tea bowls in Feng Wei's hands, pointed to the bottom one and said strangely: "This..."

"Old Luo!"

Over there, Yu Zhengxin suddenly interjected: "Since it's true, then I would trouble you to issue a certificate of appraisal..."

"Row……"

Luo Lao didn't refuse: "Go to my office..."

Having said that, he looked at the bowl in Feng Wei's hand again: "You have something interesting..."

"Huh? Old Luo, what's so interesting about his crap!"

Anxiousness flashed across Yu Zhengxin's face: "Li Sanxi burned junk! Let's get the certificate first..."

Seeing that Luo Zhenhai ignored him, but reached out to grab the bowl in Feng Wei's hand, this buddy didn't know what he was in a hurry for, so he stretched out his hand to grab it.

But there was a crash, and all the wine pots and wine bowls in Feng Wei's hands were smashed to pieces, except for the flimsy tea bowl at the bottom, which was held firmly, so he didn't let it go...

"What are you doing?" Feng Weiwei was angry. He had already seen that Yu Zhengxin had a bad heart and was afraid that he was setting some kind of trap for the old man named Luo.

It's just that it's none of my business, and this old man Luo is indeed a bit lenient. Even the antique market in Xingyuan City, I haven't heard that stall owners are not allowed to sell fake goods...

After all, if these street stalls don’t exist, where would they pick up antiques?

That's why he just watched the excitement from the side and didn't intend to stop it.

I didn't expect this surname Yu to be so arrogant!
"Don't even think about beating me up!"

Yu Zhengxin sneered: "Old Luo is here, your jug ​​and wine bowl can cost up to 50 yuan, I can pay you a hundred!"

(End of this chapter)