Fisherman's Secret

Fang Jing sat in the front seat in the middle of the venue, rubbing his chin and watching the auctioneer enthusiastically introducing an auction item on the stage. Cen Jiu sat beside him, with waist-length hair tied with a hair tie Casually tied behind the head, the back is straight, the eyes are slightly lowered, and the handsome features are very heroic.

The Intercontinental Hotel in Haicheng is holding a special auction of cultural relics, bidding for several rare cultural relics.As an expert in this field, Professor Lu was invited to come to take care of the auction. Fang Jing consulted Professor Lu for a lot of professional knowledge because of the Siamese ship a few days ago. Professor Lu deeply felt that Fang Jing was eager to learn. Come out and open your eyes.

On the booth stood a blue and white porcelain vase with a slender neck, plump shoulders and a round belly, in a graceful and dignified shape.

As soon as the flask was taken out, the audience began to discuss it.

"Well, this Ming Dynasty blue and white porcelain vase was secretly salvaged by a group of foreign pirates from a shipwreck in the South China Sea seven years ago. Most of the porcelain was lost to foreign collectors. These few pieces are still due to the company They came out after the financial turmoil and the bankruptcy of the company, otherwise I don’t know how long it will take to see them.” The expression on Professor Lu’s face was very excited and sad, and the excitement was that he could see the ancient cultural relics that were left outside with his own eyes. It finally appeared again at the Tianchao Auction. The sad thing is that in addition to the Chinese, there were many crooked nuts who heard the news.

It is really a pain for the people of the country that the cultural relics of our own country are still competing with a bunch of crooked nuts.

Fang Jing thought of the large pile of Song Jialuo porcelain stored in the water bubble, and was too guilty to speak.

"This blue-and-white blue-and-white long-necked bottle with intertwined branches and lotus patterns is a treasure of the Ming Dynasty. The white glaze is moist and full in color, and the blue and white hair is rich in color and unique in charm. Two pieces, one is the Yongle glazed three-goat bottle collected by the National Museum and the variable-glazed string-shaped long-necked bottle once collected by Mr. Gu Qingzhi in the capital, and this is the third piece." The main auctioneer was eloquent.

"These three collections are similar in style and exactly the same. They are all specially made imperial porcelain from the Yongle Dynasty. The starting price is 260 million."

Immediately, a foreign devil raised a sign, and a middle-aged man wearing glasses in the other corner of the hall followed suit, not to be outdone.

Fang Jing was taken aback. He didn't expect the starting price of such a piece of porcelain to be as high as 260 million. Then he didn't know how much Song Jialuo porcelain in his hand could sell, but it's a pity that he can't cash it out now.

This feeling of guarding the treasure mountain but not daring to spend it is really aggrieved.

Following the foreign devils raising their placards, several groups of people picked up the bidding placards to bid.

Fang Jing looked around and found that today's bidders were clearly divided into several factions, three foreign devils, a group of neon people, a group of pedantic characters headed by the middle-aged man who bid just now, and a few dressed in A very elegant Chinese, it seems that they are some domestic collectors.

"60! This gentleman asked for 560 million! Is there any higher price? 560 million once, 560 million twice—OK, the gentleman raised his card, 580 million!"

When the bid reached more than 400 million, the middle-aged man wearing glasses had already begun to wipe his sweat frequently. When the bid reached 500 million, the expression on the middle-aged man's face was completely disappointed and he gave up the bid.

"Is it from the Bureau of Cultural Relics over there?" Fang Jing glanced at it and asked.

Professor Lu nodded, looked at the high bid, and sighed: "Yes, it seems that the Cultural Relics Bureau is unable to take back this blue-and-white long-necked bottle with entwined branches and lotus patterns. Let it fall into the hands of strangers."

Compared with the excitement and excitement of the people at the same table, Cen Jiu's face looked very indifferent, and his eyes fell on Fang Jing's face from time to time, as if Fang Jing's face was more attractive than the millions of cultural relics on the stage like.

It was nothing more than a blue and white porcelain vase. There were as many objects like this in the palace. As a secret guard of the Great Qi Dynasty, Cen Jiu said that he had seen too many such things, and it was not unusual at all.

The bid for the blue and white porcelain vase had already reached 600 million, and most people in the venue gave up bidding. Only a foreign devil and a well-dressed old man raised their placards calmly.

"That is Mr. Wang, the master collector." Professor Lu introduced Fang Jing in a low voice.

Fang Jing nodded, and took note of the appearance of this Master Wang. He still has a lot of bottles and jars in his water bubbles. Home.

The foreign devils raised their cards for 620 million, and everyone's eyes were on Master Wang. In the land of the Celestial Dynasty, if the cultural relics of the Celestial Dynasty still fall into the hands of Wai Guoren, it may become an international laughing stock.

Professor Lu could not wait to fly over to help Master Wang hold up the placard.

Master Wang raised the sign in his hand.

The main auctioneer quickly shouted: "680 million once, 680 million twice, 680 million three times, Qing Dynasty blue and white vase with twining branches and lotus patterns, 680 million sold."

Fang Jing felt that when the main auctioneer finally knocked down the auction hammer, all the Chinese people in the venue seemed to be relieved.

After leaving the hotel, it was still early, so Fang Jing accompanied Professor Lu to the antique street.

An auction just ended, and there were many people on Antique Street, and Fang Jing also saw many familiar faces at the venue just now.

Porcelain, jade and bronze wares are the most common on the Antique Street, but most of these are fakes, especially the porcelain water is too deep, Jingdezhen farmers burn imitation bottles themselves, or use the bottom of the bottle to burn a bottle body, and sit with them for a few years. This plane is enough to confuse the real with the fake.

In addition to these, it is coins.

The cost of coin collection is relatively low, and the quantity is also large. As long as you have a good vision, you can still pick the real ones.

Professor Lu himself is engaged in this line of work, and of course he also likes to collect antiques. Unfortunately, the income of a college professor is not enough to support his extravagant hobby. Professor Lu sees coin stalls the most.

Fang Jing's eyesight is bad, his reading skills are bad, and his knowledge reserve is even worse. He is like a little follower behind Professor Lu. He doesn't plan to buy it anyway, so he just takes a look at it as if it's for fun.

Professor Lu shook his head after looking at several stalls selling porcelain and jade, and finally stopped in front of a stall selling ancient coins.

There are a pile of copper coins on the booth, most of which are five emperor coins issued in the Qing Dynasty, and a small amount of Ming Dynasty copper coins.

Professor Lu is holding a Five Emperors coin, which is a Shunzhi Tongbao. The copper coin is covered with patina, and the patina is not floating on the surface, it looks a bit like real money.

"The old man has a good eye. This Shunzhi Tongbao recites Dongzi. There is still some collection value in the five emperors' money. If you like it, it's good to bring it back for you to play with. It's not expensive anyway."

Professor Lu took the copper coin and looked it over several times, feeling a little expensive: "Eighty is too expensive, fifty."

"The old man is too ruthless. I received the money at 65. You can't make me lose money, [-]."

"55."

Professor Lu and the stall owner started haggling on the spot as if they were buying side dishes. Fang Jing squatted on the ground and looked at the coins on the stall.Even Fang Jing could tell that the coins on this booth were ordinary Five Emperor coins, and there were no precious coins that were particularly cherished.

He dialed twice, pushed the coins away, and spread them on the booth. Suddenly, his brain seemed to be hit by something, and many complicated images suddenly flooded in.

In the dim earthen room, the lean old man was carving something on a copper coin with a carving knife in his hand by a dim oil lamp, and his cloudy old eyes were faintly shining with excitement.

On the official road, the knight whipped his horse fast, rolling up waves of dust.In the high gate courtyard, tall and strong knights passed through layers of pavilions, pavilions and waterside pavilions, and carefully handed over the copper coins wrapped in a handkerchief to the nobleman.

On the side of the red sandalwood table, a middle-aged scribe held a magnifying glass, brushing the lines on the copper coins one by one, and a sturdy man with a big knife and a hulking waist stepped on the bench, eating meat and drinking in big bowls, the salty sea breeze blowing the people outside the courtyard. hunting flag.

Outside the pier, the tall captain stood on the deck in high spirits, with a copper coin hanging on his bare chest. The sailors yelled and rowed the boat, and the dark chasing boat sailed to the other side of the sea.

"Xiao Fang?" Professor Lu's voice rang in his ears.

Fang Jing came back to his senses, and his eyes fell on an ordinary copper coin with a square hole in his hand.

It was a Qianlong Tongbao coin with a bare back and no words. There were many thin cracks on the back, and it was badly damaged. It was a worthless junk.

"Is there anything you fancy? I'll give you palm eyes." Professor Lu took four copper coins in his hand and looked at him with a smile.

Fang Jing took the copper coin in his hand and looked at it twice, the stall owner said indifferently: "This is a bare-backed coin with no writing, if you want it, you can count it as five yuan."

Professor Lu also frowned, and said, "This is useless and has no collection value." Five yuan is not worth it.

Fang Jing touched his nose and smiled a little embarrassedly.

"I'll take the two yuan back and give it to the neighborhood kids to play shuttlecock."

"Just use a small washer to make a shuttlecock, it's a waste." Professor Lu shook his head disapprovingly.

Fang Jing thought it made sense, put the copper coins back, and the boss said: "Five yuan, what can five yuan do, you can't buy a bowl of noodles, it's not bad to buy a copper coin and go back to coax the children."

The boss tried his best to sell it. He bought this pile of copper coins by the catty. Five yuan is not too much, but it is considered a profit. Selling one is one. No matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat.

In the end, Fang Jing bargained and bought the bare-backed money with no writing for three yuan, threw it in his pocket casually, and left with Professor Lu.

Coming out of Antique Street, after eating a bowl of noodles at a roadside stall, Fang Jing and Professor Lu went home separately.

On the bus, Cen Jiu looked at him and said, "Is that copper coin special?"

Fang Jing chuckled, shaking his head happily: "It's hard to say."

In addition to allowing him to breathe freely underwater, his water bubbles also have a magical function. As long as he touches a cultural relic picked up from the water, the past and present life of the object will emerge in his mind. If I guess correctly, the engraved on the back of this copper coin should be a nautical chart.