When the strange red threads continuously shot into He Qing's eyes, something even more magical happened. Scenes of images flashed in front of his eyes as the red threads of light streamed in, just like watching a movie, but fast-forwarded.
mode, one shot after another flashes by, and all the pictures are related to that piece of ancient jade, as if it is a documentary, recording the ins and outs of this jade, but it is played backwards, from the current situation of the jade to its
when it was first produced.
After tracing the entire historical trajectory, He Qing discovered that the jade was stolen from somewhere in the southwest by a group of tomb robbers, but it was indeed a very ancient jade that appeared in the home of a wealthy man during the Western Han Dynasty.
After the "movie" ended, the red light gradually disappeared and everything returned to its original state.
"Huh~~" In the dark, He Qing couldn't help but take a long breath. It was like a dream. In an instant, time spanned more than two thousand years!
His soul seemed to have entered the time tunnel with the piece of jade, traveling to ancient times a few years ago, and witnessed the true experience of the jade from manufacturing to burial to being stolen!
That feeling is indescribably wonderful and has a shocking power!
"Brother, what do you think? I will give you a very favorable price." The antique dealer said with a smile. When he saw He Qing staring at the jade in his hand so seriously, his face became a little brighter.
confidence.
"How much?" He Qing asked the price directly. Since it is a genuine ancient jade with such a tortuous origin, it must be rich in value. If the price is very low, maybe it can be collected and resold to make a profit from it.
Take the difference.
"Brother, you are the kind of discerning person. This is a good thing. I won't show it to ordinary people." The man said seriously, "If you want it sincerely, the price is 8,000 yuan. You can take it for 8,000 yuan."
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"Sorry." He Qing said without hesitation, "You'd better take it back."
Eight thousand is definitely a sky-high price for He Qing, unattainable. At eighty he can still make a bet, but if it's eight thousand then forget it, there is no need to continue the discussion.
"Hey, brother, don't leave in a hurry." Seeing He Qing about to leave, the man quickly smiled and said, "If you think the price is a bit high, then let's talk about it, can't we discuss it carefully?"
He Qing shook his head decisively and said, "I don't want it anymore."
No matter how much the other party lowers the price, he can't afford it, and it's impossible to lower the price to less than 100 yuan, so there's no need to talk anymore. Any further talks are a waste of words.
After saying that, He Qing quickly dodged away, and the man did not catch up and entangle him.
"What the hell happened just now?!" He Qing thought in surprise. He was not daydreaming, nor could he be deceived. It was a real feeling. Looking back at it now
It still feels strangely shocking.
"Why is it that the porcelain bowl, which is also an antique, does not emit strange light, but that piece of jade has magical phenomena?!" The more He Qing thought about it, the more he couldn't figure it out. The bracelet his sister-in-law Zou Mei gave him also emitted light.
There was a strange light, it didn't seem like an accident.
"Would you like to try it again?" He Qing suddenly felt a strong curiosity, and with the mentality of giving it a try, he did not go into the pawn shop at the moment, but turned around and walked towards the antique market next to it.
First, he came to a second-hand goods stall. He Qing found that the things on the stall were very messy. There were porcelain, coins, and paintings and calligraphy. When he looked closely at the antique-looking porcelain, he found nothing unusual. The same was true for the coins.
Nothing happens.
"No problem!" He Qing thought to himself, "Is it a coincidence?"
He was hesitant, and was about to leave the antique stall and go to the pawn shop to do some business. At this moment, his eyes fell on a small book, and he saw a faint red light emanating from it.
"Eh?! Yes!" He Qing was secretly surprised and happy, finally seeing that wonderful scene again, which proved that the previous discovery was not an accidental phenomenon, but had some kind of internal connection.
When He Qing watched with concentration, the wonderful scene from before was replayed. The "movie" recorded in the booklet told him that it was a handbook collected by an old gentleman and originated from the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China.
"That is actually a letter written by Liang Qichao!" He Qing was greatly surprised. Although he did not understand the artistry of appraising antiques, he was a liberal arts student after all, and he still had a little knowledge of historical knowledge. Who doesn't know Liang Qichao's name? "
The Reform Movement of 1898 had far-reaching influence, and he was one of the initiators of the reform movement.
"Boss, can I take a look?" He Qing suddenly said politely to the stall owner sitting beside him.
"Of course, you can take a look at it. If you like any toys, just tell me." The boss said enthusiastically.
"Thank you." He Qing said, and then he carefully reached out and picked up the note. After flipping through it, he realized that there were only a few pieces of paper. The paper was yellowed and obviously very old. Although the handwriting on it was rather sloppy, the strokes were vigorous and powerful.
,penetrating.
"I wonder if Liang Qichao's calligraphy and paintings are worth anything." He Qing thought to himself. He didn't know much about calligraphy, but since he is a famous person, his original works should be worth collecting, otherwise the old gentleman in the "movie" wouldn't be so...
I kept collecting it persistently.
"Boss, how much do these copying posts cost?" He Qing thought for a while and said, "I have been practicing calligraphy recently. I like the fonts on this one better and want to buy them back and copy them."
He said that deliberately, just because he didn't want the stall owner to pay attention. If he let the stall owner know that he valued this letter written by Liang Qichao, the price would definitely be very high. But now he only has less than
One hundred dollars is a lot of money, and he has to consider it carefully if it exceeds fifty, because the food money for the past few days may be included in it.
"Oh, that?" the boss said in a generous tone, "Since you like it, then take it for one hundred and two dollars. It's a good price. The font has a strong artistic sense and it's an old thing. In addition to being practical, it's also
It has collectible value!”
"One hundred and two is too expensive." He Qing curled his lips and said, "Boss, please give me a real price."
Fortunately, the price offered by the boss was only one hundred and two, not one thousand and two. If it were one thousand and two, then even if it was Wang Xizhi's original work, there was nothing he could do.
The boss offered one hundred and twenty, so if you cut it all the way, you might be able to get it within fifty.
"Well, seeing as you are sincere in asking for it, I've already given you a discount of forty, no less." The boss waved his hand and said.
He Qing said: "Thirty. If I give you ten yuan for a piece of paper, you have already earned it."
He only has more than 80 yuan with him. If he uses it to buy the notebook, he may not even have enough money to take the bus back home.
"Oh, you young man is so insincere! You only paid thirty, isn't this price a bit too harsh?!" The boss quickly shook his head and said, "Thirty is really too low!"
He Qing said: "Boss, thirty is actually a lot. Do you want to sell it?"
"Not for sale!" The boss waved his hand without hesitation and said, "At least fifty!"
"Forty, I'll give you ten more!" He Qing gritted his teeth and said, "Forty is the highest price I can offer. If it doesn't work, then there's nothing I can do."
As he spoke, he gestured to put the letter back in its place, indicating that he intended to give up.
"Come on, forty is forty. I've never seen a young man like you who is so good at counting, so I'll lose to you!" The boss smiled helplessly, and he finally agreed.
"Well, okay. Here are forty yuan, please keep it." He Qing then took out four crumpled ten-yuan bills from his pocket and handed them to the boss.
In fact, he is usually not stingy at all. When he goes out to buy things, he never negotiates with the seller. He will pay whatever the other party says. But now is a special period, and he cannot be generous even if he wants to, so he can only "compare every penny."
Yes, save money if you can.
After buying Liang Qichao's letters, He Qing picked them up and looked at them while casually walking towards the pawn shop nearby.
After reading it carefully, although some of the handwriting on it was not clear, He Qing could still understand the basic meaning. This should be a family letter from Liang Qichao. Logically speaking, it is very precious, at least it is definitely more than just a trivial one.
Forty dollars.
"Little brother, these pieces of papyrus were just found, right? How much did they cost? I'll give you a hundred yuan, are you willing to give it to me?"
At this moment, a strange greeting came from behind.