"What about this one? The dragon and phoenix copper bowl is not made of gold. Is there something wrong with it?"
At this time, Li Qingtian picked up a small bowl with dragon and phoenix patterns covered in patina.
"It's stamped. This kind of small bowl must have been a royal object in ancient times. How can it be found in a stall like this? Even if it is bought by the stall owner, how can he put it away so casually? Why don't you send it to the auction soon?
Sell it for a high price?”
"That's true, but where is the lie? You have to tell us!"
“The simplest method of identification is to look at the concave and convex patterns inside and outside. Whether stamped products are pressed from the outside inward or from the inside out, one side must be concave and the other side must be convex.
In ancient times, gold and copper bowls were all hammered out. That is to say, a gold plate was placed on the mold and started to be beaten. In this way, one side must be flat, and the other side would be knocked out.
The texture of the mold is completely different from that of stamped products.”
"If you come across a golden bowl that is flat on one side and has texture on the other, is it real?"
"It may also be a high imitation. Today's craftsmen can also make it!"
"What about this one? What's with the patina?"
"It must be caused by chemical corrosion. Don't touch it."
After saying this, Li Qingtian immediately put down the copper bowl in his hand. No matter how beautiful the other ones looked, he wouldn't touch them.
Chen Wenzhe was chatting with Li Qingtian while paying attention to nearby stalls.
He actually didn't think about picking up the leaks, he just took a look, what if he saw something good?
There are even the Four-Yang Fang Zun, the Mao Gong Tripod, and even Qianlong's shroud. It would be a pity if he missed out on other national treasures.
I looked at a lot of stalls, and there were actually some who opened blind boxes.
They are all tightly sealed packages, wooden boxes, etc. The stamps on them are either from the Ministry of Internal Affairs, the Privy Council, or the Royal Treasury or something.
Anyway, various names of seals are used to bundle and seal some boxes, calligraphy and paintings, etc.
This kind of thing really attracts a lot of people, and from time to time some people want to try their luck.
This is not the most amazing thing, there are people selling porcelain boxes.
There were fired porcelain inside the boxes, but these boxes were not opened.
If you buy it, the stall owner can help you open it. If the porcelain inside is perfect, you will make a profit.
Of course, it is said that these are from ancient porcelain kilns excavated in modern times. Whether they are true or not can only be experienced by yourself.
One is worth three hundred, five hundred, or even three thousand or five thousand. Some people will bet on such things.
It can be said that in this world, any magical things can happen.
After seeing so many interesting things, Li Qingtian's live broadcast room was naturally very lively, so Li Qingtian was also very interested and pulled Chen Wenzhe to ask questions.
However, the most common items on these stalls are porcelain. There is nothing to say about this. They are either brand new or in tatters.
Otherwise, it is old-fashioned, and the old-fashioned quality is not good enough. Chen Wenzhe can tell at a glance.
Naturally, there is nothing much to say about new goods that are not old. As for the tattered porcelain, they may be real things, but they have been broken and have no collection value.
The most important thing is that those worn-out porcelains are still from private kilns and have no value at all.
If it was an official kiln, no matter how dilapidated it was, or even just a piece of broken porcelain, Chen Wenzhe would be very interested. Unfortunately, the collection of broken porcelain pieces is also very popular now, and it is not his turn at all.
Therefore, apart from national treasures, there is nothing else to see in this antique market.
"Is there nothing real here?"
After looking at many stalls, Li Qingtian felt a little out of sorts.
"Of course there are real things, but the real things should be in the store, right? Even if the owners of these stalls have good things, they either send them to the store to sell or take pictures, so how can they be left on the stall, etc.
Let tourists come and buy?”
Chen Wenzhe was also helpless. How could there be such a simple thing as picking up leaks?
"What is that plate? It looks dark."
"The bronze plate is a national treasure!"
"Where's the big Buddha?"
"We can't take the Lucena Buddha away either."
"So many national treasures?"
"How else could the National Treasure Gang come here?"
"Is it really impossible to pick up the leaks?"
Arriving at another stall selling porcelain, Li Qingtian stopped.
He was doing a live broadcast, not chatting or going shopping, so naturally he wanted to find something to attract the audience.
Chen Wenzhe felt a little bored, let alone the audience in the live broadcast room.
"What are you looking for? Ask the boss if he is willing to do it?"
"Haha, the young man is joking. We are just living together, and the things in this stall are all pieced together. We don't know their origins at all. Maybe you can find something here!"
The boss is a young man, he looks to be in his twenties, and what he says is quite credible.
Therefore, Li Qingtian became more energetic. He lowered his body, picked up the plates and bowls on the stall one by one, and examined them carefully.
"I just want to pick something real. Does the boss mind if I broadcast it live?"
"It's okay. You can broadcast it as you like. These things of mine are really different from those at other stalls. You can watch them as you like."
"Huh? What's the difference?" Li Qingtian said enthusiastically.
The little boss lowered his voice and said: "The things I have here are really collected from the countryside. They are not wholesale like other stalls."
Chen Wenzhe was helpless, this was the so-called Rags Gang, right? It was no different from those National Treasure Gangs.
"Let's go, there's nothing good!"
After seeing so many national treasures, Chen Wenzhe was already suffering from aesthetic fatigue.
When he first saw so many national treasures, he was very happy even though he knew they were fake. After all, he had never seen the real thing.
Although the ones here are imitations, no matter how bad the imitation is, it still has a three-dimensional image, right?
But now, after watching too much, I’m tired of it.
“You can’t find anything good here at all.”
"What if I find it?"
"Then I'll eat it!"
"Haha, this plate of yours is really interesting. Was it made during the Kangxi reign of the Ming Dynasty?"
At this moment, Li Qingtian finally discovered something interesting, so he immediately said it, so as to attract the audience in the live broadcast room and increase his popularity.
"Haha, it's true. I wonder if Kangxi agrees?"
"What about Kangxi? Just ask Ming Dynasty if he agrees?"
"Why don't you agree? If Kangxi is killed directly, there will be no such thing as the prosperous age of Qian and Kangxi."
"What is Kang Shengshi? It's fake..."
It quickly went crazy, but Li Qingtian's live broadcast room suddenly became lively.
"Boss, even if you go to the countryside to collect rags, you have to be more serious. Nowadays, there are many tricks in the city, and it is not easy in the countryside."
Li Qingtian happily interacted with the audience in the live broadcast room and completely forgot about Chen Wenzhe.