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Most of them can not be said to be completely fake, mainly imitated by later generations.

The Qing Dynasty imitated the Ming Dynasty, or the Ming Dynasty imitated the Song Dynasty. Although they are considered antiques in modern times, they are of low value.

Kuroda's forehead also gradually began to sweat, because he found that those problematic antiques were basically thrown out.

Awesome, I originally wanted to pretend to be fake, but now it seems that it will not work at all.

In the end, Liu Qingshan and the others picked out a total of more than 80 antiques, most of which were porcelain, gold and silverware, and only a few paintings and calligraphy.

The next step is to calculate the price.

Kuroda took the calculator and clicked it. The total was 190 million US dollars, which was less than 200 million.

It has to be said that the valuation of Huaxia's antiques is really low now.

But at this price, Liu Qingshan still thinks it is expensive, he waved his hand directly: "Mr. Kuroda, these antiques are only 50 US dollars."

50?

Kuroda's eyeballs almost popped out, and he quickly bowed and waved his hands again: "Mr. Liu, absolutely not, this price is too low, and our bank can't accept it."

These antiques are all collateral used by the people to repay the loan, and the ownership has already belonged to the bank. If they really lose money, it will be the bank's own money.

Liu Qingshan smiled slightly: "Mr. Kuroda, if you can't make the decision, you'd better invite someone who can make the decision."

Wu Tong is also a husband and wife: "Mr. Kuroda, I have been living here for several years, so I know the situation here very well. Now many real estates have depreciated by 80.00% or even more, so our bid is very reasonable."

"But these are antiques, not real estate and stocks." Kuroda also argued.

Although he bowed and looked polite, but when it came to the price, he insisted on it.

Liu Qingshan is not in a hurry: "The value of art has always been based on the market."

"Mr. Kuroda, just like the oil painting of Van Gogh and the portrait of Dr. Gachet that you saw in the catalog just now, the price is 8250 million US dollars, but if you send it to Christie's now, can you still fetch this price?"

"But..." Kuroda also knew well that the prices of these oil paintings were all inflated, and the actual prices should at least be discounted by half.

Kuroda wiped his sweat, and finally thought of another reason:

"Mr. Liu, the value of antiques in your country is still seriously underestimated. With the development of your country's economy, the room for appreciation of antiques is huge, so you will definitely make a lot of money from this business."

This guy's vision is still good, the future is indeed the case, but Liu Qingshan didn't buy it, he shook his head slightly and said:

"Mr. Kuroda, this is my business, so don't worry about it. If the price can't be traded, then we can only go to another bank."

After speaking, Liu Qingshan stood up, and Wu Tong also cooperated with Liu Qingshan's arm, and walked towards the door together.

Chapter 843 Sky Blue Waits for Misty Rain, and I'm Waiting for You

It wasn't until the evening that Liu Qingshan and his party came out of the bank with satisfaction.

After some bargaining, the 60 pieces of antiques cost a total of [-] U.S. dollars, an average of less than [-] U.S. dollars per piece.

For this price, Liu Qingshan is quite satisfied. Needless to say, that piece of jade hair, returned to Zhao intact, cannot be bought for 60 US dollars.

From Liu Qingshan's point of view, it was a bargain, but Uncle Lu muttered "it's too expensive".

In China, except for the initial purchases at overseas Chinese stores, which were a bit expensive, the rest of the ones I bought by myself were basically hundreds or thousands of Huaxia coins.

Liu Qingshan had to comfort him: "Uncle, these returned overseas are all high-quality goods, so don't worry about the price."

Lu Liang also added with a smile on the side: "Yes, Master, you didn't look at those oil paintings, they are all millions of pieces, which is even more outrageous."

It's okay not to mention this, but when he heard this, Uncle Lu became even more angry:

"I don't understand. Our ancient landscape, flower and bird paintings are so artistic and far better than those messy ones painted by foreign devils. Why is there such a difference in price?"

This question is more complicated, and it's pointless to dwell on it, so Liu Qingshan smiled and comforted him: "Uncle, it's not a good time to be cheap now, we can save some money."

"Boss is right, let's wait for the price of the antiques in our hands to increase." Lu Liang knew Liu Qingshan's details, and he spent a lot of money on this over the years.

In fact, if the price increases or not, it has nothing to do with Liu Qingshan. His antiques can only be bought and sold.

However, taking advantage of the cheap land price now, he should think about a place in the capital to prepare for a private museum in the future.

The group boarded the vehicle arranged by the bank and returned to the hotel.

As for the purchased antiques, they should be registered and registered long ago, and then kept in the bank for safekeeping, and they can be taken away when they go back.

For such valuable items, it is safer to store them in the bank.

Liu Qingshan actually wants to buy two oil paintings, but this will have to wait until he buys the antiques. If he still has funds, he can try it.

Back at the hotel, I found that the working team of Twelve Band hadn't returned yet.

Wu Tong made a phone call to inquire, knowing that the organizer invited the band to dinner, he was relieved.

The rest of the group had a bite at the restaurant of the hotel, and then they were going back to their room to rest.

After all, the whole afternoon was spent studying antiques, which was exhausting.

Especially Uncle Lu, who is getting older and lacks energy.

On the other hand, Old Maoer Master Uncle is in good physical condition, so there is nothing wrong with him, so he has to drag Li Tieniu out, saying that he wants to watch a geisha performance.

"Uncle, I have a wife, so I won't go." Li Tieniu shook his head vigorously.

Liu Qingshan was also very happy: "Uncle, don't bring Tieniu down, I have nothing to do with Xiaocui when I go back."

"Forget it, go back to the house and sleep, I still want to win glory for the country."

There is only one old hat left, and he can't play anymore, so he can only go to sleep.

Nothing happened overnight, but the next day, Liu Qingshan and his group were about to go to another bank to scan the goods, but they were informed by the hotel that there was a visitor.

Liu Qingshan was also a little puzzled: It seems that I don't have many friends in this country, but I do have some enemies?

After going to the hotel's living room, there were more than a dozen people standing up and bowing in unison:

"Mr. Liu, I am Ichiro Watanabe from Central Mitsui Trust Bank."

"Mr. Liu, I'm from the Central Bank of Agriculture and Forestry."

"I'm from Chiba Bank..."

Liu Qingshan basically understood that the news about the sweeping goods must have spread yesterday, so these people would come to join in the fun early in the morning.

But that's good too, so you don't have to take the initiative to find it yourself.

So he smiled and nodded: "Morning, everyone, don't worry, we will visit one by one."

The representatives of those banks don't think so: there must be a limit to your funds, if you spend them all in other places, won't we have nothing to do?

So more than a dozen elites in suits started to fight for it. If there were no distinguished guests like Liu Qingshan present, they might have practiced karate.

"Hehe, we're still quite popular." Old Mao'er watched the fun cheerfully.

"Master, it's the dollars in our pockets that are welcome." Liu Qingshan remained sober.

He didn't stop them either, just tell them dogs to eat dogs, isn't he the one who benefits in the end?

After they quarreled for a while, Wu Tong said with a smile:

"It's not an option for you gentlemen to keep arguing like this. How about this, whoever offers the best discount, we will go to this one first."

In fact, Liu Qingshan also thought so, but because of his status, he couldn't say it so bluntly.

But Wu Tong didn't have any scruples anymore. Her current identity was that of a translator.

Sure enough, those people stopped arguing, and they all looked a little ugly, and they obviously realized that they were all regarded as fat sheep.

There is no way, there are too many collaterals piled up in the bank's accounts, antiques are still good, like those real estate cars, no one wants them at all.

If this goes on like this, the bank might go bankrupt.

"Mr. Liu, we at Mitsui Trust Bank are very sincere, and the price will never be higher than yours yesterday."

That Watanabe Ichiro bowed first.

Liu Qingshan nodded, and looked at the others, seeing that they were silent, Liu Qingshan stood up: "Then let's go, hurry up, my visa is only one week this time."

The remaining representatives of the banks really looked unhappy, and they thought to themselves:

It seems that I have to go back and report quickly to get a more favorable price.

Otherwise, if they really fly away, where can they find such a good opportunity?

Items such as artworks and antiques are of relatively high value, so it is not easy to sell them.

Arriving at Mitsui Trust Bank by car, the process is similar to yesterday, except that there are more antiques here.

"Start working." Uncle Lu yelled, and took out the magnifying glass.

For him, with so many antiques in front of him, he really felt a little happy to see Liexin.

Usually, one year may not be able to collect so many good things.

After a full day of work, it was considered that the goods were inspected. Liu Qingshan spent another 100 million US dollars and bought nearly [-] pieces of antiques.

I spent a little more money, but it was worth the money. I bought a small bowl of Jun porcelain from the Song Dynasty.

The biggest feature of Jun porcelain is that it undergoes kiln changes, and its colors change strangely.

The color of this small bowl changes from azure to sea blue. It has the feeling of the same color as the sea and the sky. When people look at it, they will be fascinated by it.

Among Liu Qingshan's collections, there is really no Jun kiln porcelain. The main reason is that Jun kiln is too expensive, so few people sell it.

That's why there are sayings such as "gold is priceless and Jun porcelain is priceless" and "a rich family is not as good as a piece of Jun porcelain".

Liu Qingshan couldn't put it down, he really wanted to take it back to the hotel and play with it.

However, for the sake of safety, it is better to temporarily store it in the safe of the bank. After bringing it back to the country, there is always time to appreciate it.

After a full day of work, everyone's spirits are full of excitement, but also somewhat tired.

Tired is a bit tired, but the harvest is huge, and the pieces of antiques returned are the best rewards for everyone.

When we got back to the hotel, the lobby manager greeted him at the door, bowed to Liu Qingshan graciously and said, "Mr. Liu, someone is visiting."

Liu Qingshan touched his belly, he was already hungry at this moment.

"Mr. Liu, Mr. Yoshino said that he has a piece of fine porcelain that you will definitely be interested in." The manager quickly explained.

It turned out to be a door-to-door seller of antiques, Liu Qingshan suddenly felt less hungry: "Okay, where is the person?"

So the manager led them into the living room, and saw a slightly bald middle-aged man pacing back and forth.

When he saw the manager leading a group of people in, he couldn't help showing joy, and bowed again and again: "Under Yoshino, I'm taking the liberty to visit. I hope you will forgive me if I disturb you."

Liu Qingshan also went up to shake hands with him: "Mr. Yoshino, we just came back from a day's work, let's make a long story short."

After listening to Wu Tong's translation, Yoshino nodded again and again: "Okay, Mr. Liu, I heard that you buy Huaxia antiques. I have an ancestral porcelain in my hand. Can you take a look?"

After seeing Liu Qingshan nodding, Yoshino went to unpack the box while saying:

"This porcelain plate was passed down from generation to generation by my ancestors. It has been passed down for an unknown number of years."

"Hey, it was passed on to me. Because the investment failed, I had to sell it. I am ashamed of my ancestors!"

Liu Qingshan just looked at the other party quietly, thinking that he was telling a story, and everything had to be spoken with objects.

Yoshino opened the box, and the packaging inside was also extremely careful, with many soft clothes padded, which were obviously stuffed in temporarily to avoid bumping.

In the middle, there is a large plate, which is really big. It looks like it has a diameter of about [-] centimeters, giving people a heavy feeling.

Yoshino carefully took out the large plate with both hands, placed it on the table, and then wiped the sweat from his forehead with relief.

The people around were also stunned: what a big blue and white plate!

I saw the milky white glaze as clean as jade, the blue and white flowers delicate and deep, the peony pattern painted in the center of the plate, surrounded by a circle of twining chrysanthemums, and the edge of the edge is water ripples.

It is not an exaggeration to call such a large plate the most important weapon of the country.

"This is blue and white porcelain from the Ming Dynasty!"

Uncle Lu couldn't help but exclaimed, then looked at Liu Qingshan and nodded slightly.

Although he was talking about Ming blue and white flowers, in fact, Uncle Lu had concluded that the market in front of him must be Yuan blue and white flowers.

Prior to this, the domestic collectors generally did not recognize the existence of Yuan blue and white.

On the contrary, Liu Qingshan has a large jar of Yuan blue and white flowers in his hand, so he popularized the knowledge about this to Uncle Lu, and then Uncle Lu knew about the existence of Yuan blue and white flowers.

It's no wonder domestic collectors and scholars, because Yuan blue and white in China are indeed rare.

On the contrary, in ancient Persia, that is, some countries on the Iranian plateau, and the island country, there are a certain number of Yuan blue and white flowers.