By this time, many people had gathered to watch the fun.
Some people say that you should pay compensation if you bump into other people's things. Some people say that two million is not a small amount, and most people can't compensate if they lose everything. Some people also murmur that even antiques worth two million should be compensated.
There is an appraisal, you can't just say how much it is.
"Yes, you must have proof such as an appraisal certificate." Lan Qing suddenly grabbed a life-saving straw, "Sir, brother, you said this vase is worth two million, what proof do you have?"
"Proof?" The old man glared, "What kind of certificate do you need for your ancestral things? Do you two want to default on the debt?"
"Who said we're going to default on our debt? But we can't just rely on your words and we have to pay two million obediently?" He was not to be outdone...
Those who have good things to do and those who know a little bit about antiques squat down and pick up the vase fragments in the cloth bag and look at them from left to right. Some of them looked at them silently, and some nodded: "It looks like, it looks like an antique."
Lan Qing suddenly remembered that this place seemed not far from Tianyu Group, so he called Lan Feiyang to come over.
At this time, a middle-aged policeman separated the crowd and walked in. Seeing this situation, he said politely: "You don't have to stand here and argue and affect the traffic. Isn't there an antique shop at the pedestrian street in front? I suggest that you both take your bags first.
Get the fragments of the vase to be appraised by a more authoritative owner. Although the vase is broken, the age of production can still be identified from the fragments."
The crowd of onlookers also felt that this was more appropriate. They also said that the boss of "Shang Xin Zhai", Mr. Li, was quite famous in the antique industry in Bohai City. How about going to "Shang Xin Zhai" and asking Mr. Li to appraise it? How much would it cost?
It would be nice to have a fair number.
Others say that in the past two years, Boss Li has not easily appraised antiques for people. If they are not acquaintances and friends, he will not pay attention. Otherwise, everyone will come looking for him, and he will die from exhaustion?
"Then go and ask Boss Li of Shang Xin Zhai." Seeing that most of the onlookers recommended him, Lan Qing exchanged helpless glances with Bizi and said.
"I'm afraid not." The man in his thirties objected, "Didn't you hear that Boss Li wouldn't pay attention to him if he wasn't an acquaintance?"
"Let's go and beg others first." He was displeased, and suddenly noticed the uncle squatting down to pick up the fragments of the vase scattered outside the cloth bag with flashing eyes. He couldn't help but sarcastically said, "Is it possible that this vase of yours is not an antique at all? No.
Dare you take it for appraisal?"
At this time, a young man in his twenties with explosive yellow hair squeezed into the crowd and shouted to the old man and his son: "Uncle, big brother."
"Who said that? My ancestral antiques will still be fake!" The man in his thirties nodded angrily, "Just go, if it doesn't work, we will find another owner!"
"Okay, let's go!" Lan Qing was about to push the electric car, but was quickly locked by Explosive Huangmao and took the car key.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Lan Qing glared. Unexpectedly, Huang Mao glared back fiercely: "I will pay you back after I pay all the money."
"But we borrowed this from a friend."
"Then I don't care." Huang Mao folded his arms and said with some confusion, "How much is a half-new electric car worth? Normally I don't even bother to look at it. Stop talking nonsense and let's go."
"Forget it, let him go first." Seeing Huang Mao's arrogance, Bizi wanted to say something, but Lan Qing held him back.
The group of people walked towards the entrance of the pedestrian street. When they were approaching "Shang Xin Zhai", the old man gave Huang Mao a cloth bag containing a vase and asked him to go in with Lan Qing and the others. He was anxious to find a toilet for convenience.
Lan Qing and Huang Mao came to the "Shang Xin Zhai" filled with vases, calligraphy, paintings, jade, etc., and explained their purpose to a clerk. The clerk said coldly: "Our boss Li is not here."
Since he was asking for help, Lan Qing had no choice but to ask with a smile on his face: "Then when will your boss Li come?"
"I don't know. How do I, a part-time worker, know about the boss?" the clerk said coldly. However, another female clerk suggested that they go to Boss Lin from "Feng Ya Xuan" across the street to have it appraised.
The three of them had to come out. The old man's son came up to him and said, "I'm putting on airs and won't help with the appraisal, so let's forget it. My dad just said, otherwise we consider ourselves unlucky and you pay less. How about 1.5 million?"
Sample?"
"One and a half million?" Lan Qing asked back. Seeing that the father and son seemed reluctant to do an appraisal, they suspected that something was wrong, "No! We still need to find someone to appraise it, what if it's not worth so much?"
Several busybodies who followed to watch the fun also said that they should evaluate what happened at this stage. Boss Lin’s reputation in Bohai City’s antiques circle was only second to Boss Li’s, and he also had a unique vision. The old man’s son had no choice but to talk to him.
Lan Qing and the others came to the "Feng Ya Xuan" on the opposite street.
Boss Lin happened to be there. Although he was not willing to identify it, after repeated requests from Lan Qing and Yi Zi, he took out special archaeological instruments such as reading glasses and magnifying glasses and looked at the vase fragments again and again.
Finally he raised his head and said: He has seen this vase a few years ago. It is blue and white porcelain produced in a folk kiln in the late Ming Dynasty. If it is in good condition, it is worth about five to six hundred thousand."
"Impossible." The old man's son and Huang Mao both shook their heads and objected, "This is obviously the blue and white porcelain produced by Wu Guan Kiln in the early Ming Dynasty. How can it cost more than 1.8 million!"
"Then you can hire someone else, Gao Ming." Boss Lin sent the guest away displeased.
When the four of them came out of "Feng Ya Xuan", they happened to meet the old man. The old man didn't believe it either, so he took the cloth bag from his eldest son and asked to find another shop for appraisal.
At this moment, Lan Feiyang broke through the crowd and came in. Seeing this, someone suggested going to the old store in the middle of the pedestrian street to find Boss Zhang, who was also well-known in the antique industry. It would be better to find another store for comparison.
Both parties discussed it separately and finally adopted the proposal.
Boss Zhang had just finished lunch and seemed to know Huang Mao. He was quite generous and directly took the vase fragments to study.
The final identification was given: This vase is blue and white porcelain from the Ming Dynasty. It should have come from an official kiln, but it does not have an official kiln seal. The current price is about one million.
"One million?"
"One million?"
Brothers Lan Feiyang and Lan Qing were surprised, while the old man's son and Huang Mao were confused.
Lan Qing and the others originally thought that the vase might be a fake, and it might be beneficial to them to find an expert to identify it. However, they did not expect that the vase turned out to be real, and the price increased the more it was authenticated.
The old man took his son aside and muttered a few words, and finally insisted that he would pay at least one million. Lan Qing and Bizi said in frustration that they couldn't even pay half a million. What's more, just a slight pull on the handlebar will cost you a vase.
It fell to the ground, and the uncle himself seemed to be partially responsible for the difficulty in holding it.