Appreciation of treasures

Chapter 36 The Dark Market at Auctions
"The dark market is ready to open in the past two days. I wonder if Boss Zhao is interested in taking a look."

The treasure I got there by accident last time almost killed me, and now that the market is about to open again, how can I go there again?
Seeing Zhao Gang's distressed face, the boss suddenly said, "This time is different from last time, this time is a rare auction format."

"Auction format?"

Zhao Gang was even more puzzled. Last time, he felt that the deal in the dark market was pretty good. There was no forced buying and selling.

This time it is in the form of an auction, which means that as long as the price is high.You can get what you like, but you may lose money in this way.

Counting the money on my body to treat my father's illness requires a larger number, and continuing to resell antiques also requires a lot of money.

The boss didn't understand the expression on Zhao Gang's face. He was surprised and delighted, but also hesitant and anxious. Such expressions were mixed on one face, which made people really unpredictable.

"Boss Zhao, if you can find a good item, wouldn't you be able to make a lot of money? If you take [-] steps back, even if you don't find a good item, you may have accumulated some contacts."

Hearing this sentence, Zhao just understood the purpose of the boss's coming to find him this time. He was afraid that some important person who could not be offended asked him to help find someone in charge.

The boss thought of himself. After all, Zhao Gang is now a well-known appraiser on the Antique Street. Basically, what he said in a blink of an eye finally came true.

He said it was false, and the final appraisal was indeed false. No one has been able to make such an accurate appraisal.

Zhao Gang didn't want to go at first, so he had no choice but to play sloppy with the boss, saying that he would think about it for another two days.

The boss didn't know about Zhao Gang's concerns, so he didn't say anything more. Since he said he would think about it for two days, he would be given two days.

"Okay, Boss Zhao, here is my business card. If you want to enter the underground exchange, you may have to pass my introduction. Just call me when the time comes."

Zhao Gang nodded his head slightly, indicating that he understood. It happened that Wang Hui was about to walk in from the door at this time.

As soon as the boss saw the person, he didn't delay Zhao Gang's business, and walked out of the shop quickly, almost bumping into Wang Hui.

"Brother Zhao, who was that when he went out just now, why did he walk in such a panic?"

Zhao Gang then told Wang Hui what had just happened. Wang Hui's eyes lit up after hearing this.

"Brother Zhao, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. We might as well go to the underground exchange to have a look. Is their auction the same as ours?"

Zhao Gang still hesitated, at this moment, his master came out from the back kitchen, holding a bowl of hot noodles in his hand.

"Master, when did you come back?"

Seeing Zhao Gang's surprised look, the old man gave him a hard look.

"Could it be that I can't come back? Or do you not want to recognize me as your master at all?"

The old man actually misunderstood what Zhao Gang meant. Zhao Gang just thought that he was still in Su's hometown to reminisce about the past, but he didn't expect to come back so soon.

"I still have to rely on Master. How can you not welcome you home? I don't have any noodles, and I'm still hungry."

Unexpectedly, the old man glanced sideways at Zhao Gang.

"You're teasing the old man. Didn't you go to some party with Miss Su? Isn't there anything to eat there?"

Zhao Gang told the old man what happened at the party again, including how he was ridiculed by others, and the amulet, and told everything in detail.

I heard that Zhao Gang spent 1 yuan to buy a landscape painting. The old man had a bad look on his face, thinking that his No. [-] apprentice would spend a lot of money to buy a painting and calligraphy.

It was a bit of a slap in the face for him to say it, so he knocked Zhao Gang on the head resentfully.

"Take out that calligraphy and painting, let me see what kind of treasure it is."

Although Zhao Gang had little research on calligraphy and painting, he still believed in his own eyesight, not to mention the colorful halo emanating from that ancient painting, which showed that the calligraphy and painting were of great value.

The moment the calligraphy and painting were opened, the old man's face revealed a color of relief. If the calligraphy and painting only cost a few hundred or a few thousand, then the old man doubted its authenticity.

To be honest, the rich young master didn't see the value of calligraphy and painting, he just wanted to hit Zhao Gang hard, and he couldn't bear Zhao Gang's pretending in front of him.

"I heard that this calligraphy and painting was bought by Mr. Huang. I'm afraid the old man will come back to buy it, so you don't think about this painting."

I didn't expect Master to know the Huang family so well. It seemed that the old man really kept things secret. Thinking of this, I admired Master even more in my heart.

Wang Hui, who had been by the side for a long time without opening his mouth, suddenly opened his mouth for a long time, pointing at the old man as if suddenly enlightened, but finally did not say a word.

Because this old man is very jealous of others mentioning his name, he was very successful in the treasure appraisal industry back then, but the information was not developed at that time.

There are many people who don't know this master treasure appraiser, and then some people use the name of master treasure appraiser to bluff and deceive everywhere, causing chaos in the antique world all at once.

Fortunately, the old man lived in seclusion and changed his name. From then on, in the world of antiques, there is no longer a name that the old man can call.

Wang Hui was very surprised when he recognized the old man's identity. He didn't expect that the old man and Zhao Gang had a master-student relationship. Zhao Gang should be the luckiest person in the antique city.

"Master, what do you think of this calligraphy and painting?"

The old man nodded, this thing is not bad, as soon as he opened it, he knew it was a real thing.

"Fortunately, I didn't miss it. If I missed it, I would probably knock your head off."

Some proud old people walked to the table with the noodles, and while walking, they asked Wang Hui and Nie Feng to come and eat together.

Wang Hui looked at the picture scroll and still had some thoughts, but suddenly he seemed to think of something, and hurried back to the octagonal table.

"No, this is not an ordinary picture scroll."

Hearing Wang Hui's loud shout, Zhao Gang was surprised, but the old man smiled with his lips pursed. The two guys finally realized that the painting was unusual.

"Come and see here. Here."

While shouting, Wang Hui pointed to the characters in the painting, and Zhao Gang looked up carefully.

But I never thought that it was not the ink that was still alive.Instead, the hair of those characters is embroidered with silk threads one by one.

The strands of hair are used, and each strand seems to be alive. This is the first time Zhao Gang has seen such a detailed painting.

Not only Zhao Gang, but even Wang Hui had never seen it before, but heard that it was called temple silk embroidery, which refers to the embroidery made of hair from the top of the temples.

(End of this chapter)