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A total of five Tang Sancai horses are still genuine products!

Even if the business of Wang Jin's company is successful, there will be millions of people every minute. Seeing so many genuine antiques, I can't help but feel trembling, afraid that I will accidentally smash these treasures with a trembling hand.

The imitations of Tang Sancai are not worth much. You can buy one at an antique shop for five or six yuan and enjoy it at home.

However, this is only the price of imitations mass-produced by machines.

Genuine Tang Sancai is worth millions, and a pair of rare Tang Sancai pottery horses sold for 3000 million yuan at the Jingde Auction the year before last, setting a record high for Tang Sancai auctions.

Of course, auctions depend on luck, not every time they can fetch such a high price, but even so, the five Tang Sancai horses in his hands are not low in value.

Because of this, Wang Jin was careful when picking them up, for fear that they would be smashed if he was not careful.

If this [-] million is accidentally smashed, he can afford it, and he will feel annoyed and hurt.

After arranging the only Tang Sancai he knew, Wang Jin immediately called a treasure appraiser and asked him to come quickly with instruments to help identify the origin of this pile of playing objects.

A long time ago, Ji Fenghua told him that antiques would be brought in, so he bought an auction house long ago to deal with possible antiques in the future.

However, the newly bought auction house has less qualifications than those big sales houses with deep foundations. Even subsidy from the main company is required.

The senior executives of the main company have long been dissatisfied, thinking that the auction house is just a useless burden, and that the company is too far ahead in entering the auction industry.But Wang Jin turned a deaf ear to it, so the auction house has been kept.

Now, with the five Tang Sancai and other miscellaneous antiques sent by store manager Ji, Wang Jin is confident to take this opportunity to expand the auction house.

He was waiting for this opportunity.

The appraiser from the auction house is named Zhao Cheng, who is also from the Central District of Qingguo. Although there are also appraisers in Japan and Province, Wang Jin's auction house uses the most appraisers from the Central District.

It was not that Wang Jin discriminated against people from Japan and the province, but that the Central District had a natural cultural advantage. Compared with the fringe areas that were later colonized, the antiques in the Central District were much better than other places in terms of value and historical inheritance.

This is the essence of 5000 years of history.

After receiving a call from the big boss, Zhao Cheng put aside what he was doing and drove to the place designated by Wang Jin.

He is so active, but the majesty of the big boss is second. The most important thing is that the boss said that there are more than 500 antiques that need to be appraised by him, and among them are five well-preserved Tang Sancai horses.

That is the treasure Tang Sancai from the prosperous Tang Dynasty!

After arriving quickly, Zhao Cheng yelled as soon as he entered the door: "Boss, where is Tang Sancai? Let me see!"

Then, under Wang Jin's guidance, he looked at the table. There was a row of Tang Sancai horses on the table, which immediately attracted all his attention.

"Boss, are these the Tang Sancai you received? Is the seller reliable?"

Before Wang Jin could answer, he couldn't wait to step forward to examine these antiques carefully. After identifying them with the naked eye, his eyes were terribly bright, and then he immediately took off all the instruments on the car and began to inspect each one one by one. Tang tricolor horse.

"Real, real, all real!"

After the test results came out, Zhao Cheng almost fainted from happiness. This is a Tang Sancai horse!There are only a few dozen pieces that have been handed down in their entirety so far, but there are five genuine ones in front of him now!

And they are all very unique and top-notch goods!

Zhao Chengle couldn't help being overjoyed, but Wang Jin was already mentally prepared, so he behaved very calmly.No one cheered, Zhao Cheng could not help calming down resentfully, and secretly sighed that the boss's concentration was so deep that he didn't even pay attention to the complete set of Tang Sancai, and his vision was extraordinary.

"Appraiser Zhao, please come all the way here. Since you are here, you should also look at the rest of the antiques. If they are still good, let's sell them at the auction house."

Because of Ji Fenghua's mysterious origin, Wang Jin has no doubt that these antiques are genuine, but there is a difference between antiques and antiques. Some antiques are worth millions, and some are only worth a few thousand. That's why he called Zhao Chenglai. real purpose.

"Good boss, the number of antiques is a bit too much, please wait patiently for a while."

Hearing that there were more than 500 pieces, Zhao Cheng was not intimidated. After seeing the precious Tang Sancai horse, he was not interested in other antiques.In his mind, Tang Sancai was the main thing the boss asked him to identify, and the other things were just tower heads, probably not worth a lot of money.

Just look around.

However, five seconds later he knocked the thought to the ground.

As soon as his eyes swept over the pile of antiques on the ground, he stuck to it and remained motionless.

"This, is this a bronze tripod from the Spring and Autumn Period?"

"Is this ancient jade from the Han Dynasty?"

"This is a pottery figurine from the Northern Qi Dynasty, and it even has this thing!"

His eyes swept over one piece of antique, each of which was extremely rare, making Zhao Cheng think he was dreaming.

Although he only saw it with the naked eye, his initial feeling was that these five hundred antiques were all genuine!

"Boss, boss, you won't go to rob tombs, will you?" He stammered a bit: "No, no, these antiques are from different dynasties. How many tombs did you organize to rob?"

"Ten? Twenty?"

As he talked, Zhao Cheng felt a little awkward: "Boss, it is against the law to steal tombs. These things are too precious. Should we hand them all over to the state?"

After all, Zhao Cheng himself felt stupid, how could a black-hearted capitalist like the boss hand over the ancient relics to the country for free!

what to do?He told the truth, the boss won't silence him, right?

Seeing Zhao Cheng's trembling look, Wang Jinjin didn't call out: "What are you thinking? These are all collected by the company with serious means, Dark Star Auction House will never use such illegal means!"

Don't even think about it, if these objects really come from tomb robbers, you won't be allowed to identify them, and they will definitely be identified by more credible people.

What Wang Jin said was swearing, and on the surface he condemned Zhao Cheng's distrust of the company, but Wang Jin was actually very guilty. These are antiques made by aliens, and he really doesn't know the source of these antiques.

Maybe it really came from a tomb robber?

But the tomb-robbing skills of aliens must be better than that of the Blue Stars, so there shouldn't be any problems... right?

Wang Jin was a little apprehensive.

He had always been a law-abiding citizen.

However, as long as there is money to be made, he doesn't mind using means to create a legal source for these antiques so that they can be sold justifiably.

With Wang Jin's guarantee, whether it is true or not, Zhao Cheng will believe it himself.Reassuring for a while, he continued to browse the antiques, but this time he let go of the mentality of looking casually, and looked at them seriously.

Shocked by more than 500 genuine works, Zhao Cheng thought that he was fully prepared and would not be surprised to see anything again. However, he couldn't help crying out when he saw a piece of calligraphy.

Louder than when he saw the five hundred real ones.

"Impossible! Wang Xizhi's original "Lanting Preface"? It's not a rubbing copy?"

"Fake, it must be fake!"

"Didn't the original work be brought into the grave by Tang Taizong? Unless the old man's tomb is dug, it is impossible to see the original work of Wang Xizhi!"

Thinking that he had finally seen a fake, Zhao Cheng had a strange sense of pride as a treasure appraiser, but his intuition told him that it might not be a fake.

Judging by the handwriting alone, Wang Xizhi's style is indeed good.

However, nothing can be seen from the handwriting alone. There are too many rubbings of "Lanting Preface", and reason tells him that this is 100% a very good rubbing copy.

Out of complicated emotions, he still planned to conduct a thorough appraisal. Although he concluded that it was a fake, what if it was real?

Even if it is not true, the copy of "Lanting Preface" from the Tang Dynasty is a genuine antique, and it can be sold for a very high price.

If it was the ten first drafts that Tang Taizong Li Shimin ordered people to copy, it would be even more valuable.

He can guarantee a sensation.

After testing it with professional instruments, Zhao Cheng can confirm that this painting is from the Eastern Jin Dynasty, which greatly increases the possibility of the first draft, but it is not impossible that it was copied by a folk calligrapher.

Wait, from the Eastern Jin Dynasty, not the Tang Dynasty?

Zhao Cheng's hand began to tremble, and he checked it several times cautiously, and he was sure that it was from the Eastern Jin Dynasty.

After confirming the time, Zhao Cheng looked at the style, materials, and even the details of each stroke. It took him more than two hours to identify the painting. He didn't see it until his eyes were sore. This painting is evidence of a fake.

So, is it really possible that this is the authentic work of Wang Xizhi?

But this is impossible, the boss assured him that no grave was dug!

Uh... is the boss telling the truth?

At this moment, he, a law-abiding citizen, actually hoped that what the boss said was a lie. If it was really obtained by digging a grave, then it must be the authentic work of Wang Xizhi.

Zhao Cheng was on the verge of anxiety, and started pacing up and down on the floor non-stop, but he stopped suddenly after walking twice, his whole body was stiff and motionless, and he turned his head towards the pile of antiques. .

As a result, he discovered something that he had been ignoring all this time. He almost fainted from anger. He was so focused on looking at the antiques that he forgot that they were always on the ground!

It might be Wang Xizhi's authentic work, but it is placed on the ground like garbage, is it tolerable or unbearable? !

In order to protect the only authentic handwriting of Wang Xizhi handed down to the world, Zhao Cheng trembled angrily, and shouted at Wang Jin regardless: "Boss, this is the authentic handwriting of a calligraphy sage, just throw it on the floor and eat it with a pile of garbage." Grey?"

"If the dilapidated place in Rihe province suffers an earthquake, the water pipes leak and the ceiling collapses, the original works of the book sage will be completely wiped out. Boss, you are a sinner in history!"

The author has something to say: The future of the ancient plane Li Shimin: Meow meow, is this the only authentic Wang Xizhi I asked you to collect?A bunch of useless trash!