The stall owner was well versed in the ways of doing business and knew he couldn't let go, so he offered the lowest price of one thousand yuan. However, he didn't see that when Zhuang Rui turned around, there was already a smile on his lips.
"Boss, the thousand yuan you mentioned is not in U.S. dollars, right?"
Zhuang Rui asked with a deliberately honest look, which caused a burst of laughter from all around. The onlookers thought that Zhuang Rui was making fun of the stall owner, because this black thing did not look like a valuable thing.
Moreover, the price has shrunk by two-thirds from three thousand to one thousand, which shows that the boss is not optimistic about this item at all.
"Brother, do you have any US dollars? 1,000 yuan, take the money if you want it, don't make any trouble..."
The street stall owner's face became a little ugly. Although everyone knew that the things sold here were fake, they couldn't say it on his face. What Zhuang Rui just asked was a bit overwhelming.
"I didn't say no, I just asked clearly before I bought it, and the savings you later said was US dollars..."
Zhuang Rui took out his wallet from the pocket of his jeans, counted 1,000 yuan and handed it over. He usually put 40,000 to 50,000 yuan in cash in the bag he usually carried, but the weather was too hot, so he was too lazy to take it.
He put 2,000 yuan in his wallet. If the stall asked for 3,000 yuan, he would not be able to pay for it for a while, and this stall did not accept credit cards.
After the stall owner took the money, his thin face smiled so much that the meat and skin were squeezed together like a chrysanthemum. He quickly took out a paper box. Of course, it was not as well packaged as the Kangxi jar from the Qing Dynasty.
, put the clay pot into the box, stuffed some filler such as plastic foam in the middle, then tied a knot with a rope, and then handed it to Zhuang Rui.
"Hey, boss, do you want anything else? The objects I have here are all real things..."
"Thank you. Next time my house is renovated, I will buy some things from you to show off my appearance."
Zhuang Rui's words once again attracted a look of contempt, especially when he saw such a graceful and lovely woman like Miao Feifei following him. It also attracted the eyes of many people who claimed to be more handsome than Zhuang Rui and had bigger pockets than Zhuang Rui.
It feels as if there is sand in it.
After walking out of this corner and walking forward for thirty or forty meters until the stall was out of sight, Zhuang Rui couldn't help it anymore and burst out laughing. People around him raised eyebrows and pulled their bodies away from Zhuang Rui.
A few meters away, there are everyone there these days, especially those who ran away from the mental hospital, scratching themselves a few times when they get sick.
"Zhuang Rui, don't giggle. What on earth did you buy? It's so successful?"
Miao Feifei stood in front of Zhuang Rui and was admired as a rare animal. She quickly pulled Zhuang Rui and squeezed into the crowd.
"Hey, slow down, don't crush me."
Zhuang Rui hugged the box with both hands. This item was very valuable. He didn't expect that Panjiayuan would get such a reward this time. It was considered a worthwhile trip.
The two of them walked to the door of a shop, and when they were no longer crowded, Zhuang Rui said: "This thing is called black pottery. It should be from the Longkou Culture period of Shandong in the late Neolithic. The production process of black pottery is more sophisticated and refined than the original painted pottery.
Delicate and unique, as early as about 2,000 years before the emergence of porcelain, Chinese black pottery had reached a level of craftsmanship comparable to that of porcelain. The value of this thing is much more expensive than the chicken bowl cup we saw in Zhonghai."
Black pottery has not been well-known in history until 1936, when Mr. Liang Siyong, the son of Liang Qichao, led an archaeological team to discover a rare pottery more than 4,500 years ago at the Liangcheng Cultural Site in Rizhao, Shandong Province - a high-handled hollow eggshell pottery cup.
, unglazed but black and shiny, with a thin body and a hard texture. Its wall is no more than 1 mm thick, its thinnest point is only 0.2 mm, and it weighs only 22 grams. Its exquisite craftsmanship is unparalleled in the world.
As a result, black pottery has become a typical representative of Longshan culture, also known as "standard black pottery". It embodies a simple and simple ultimate beauty and has extremely high artistic quality. It occupies an important place in the history of Chinese arts and crafts and is recognized by world archaeologists.
It is praised by the world as "the most exquisite production of the earth's civilization four thousand years ago".
The black pottery jar that Zhuang Rui found cannot be compared with the eggshell pottery cup in its exquisiteness, but it is also extremely rare. There are not many black pottery in existence, but thin-walled fine products are rare. Maybe Zhuang Rui
The jar in my hand is an orphan. In that case, its price is even more difficult to estimate.
"Zhuang Rui, how much can this jar be sold for?"
Miao Feifei was not very interested in the origin of this thing. She just wanted to know how much the thing Zhuang Rui spent 1,000 yuan on bought was worth.
Zhuang Rui glanced around, deliberately looking mysterious, and said: "If you sell it in the industry or exchange it with someone, you should be able to sell it for more than 2 million, but if you get it in the auction house, it will cost at least 3 million."
How much the above can be sold for is hard to say..."
"Three million? Oh my God, you were bought for 1,000 yuan, Zhuang Rui. I just realized now that you are really dark."
Miao Feifei was shocked by the price. Although she came from a good family and had never been short of money, she did not earn it by herself. She had never thought that this money could be earned so easily. This made Miao Feifei
There was some confusion in the police officer's thinking, and the image of Zhuang Rui in her heart increased infinitely.
In fact, the price of Zhuang Rui has been reduced just now. In recent years, more and more people are interested in fine pottery. Especially the prices of black pottery, white pottery and painted pottery have skyrocketed in recent years. Compared with the Ming and Qing Dynasties,
Some of the official kiln porcelains are not far behind, but the number of high-quality collections of this type is relatively rare, and the number of auctions is naturally very few, so the public has less awareness of them.
However, in the pottery circle, there is naturally a group of people who pay attention to it. If Zhuang Rui's black pottery work is put up for auction, as long as there is a little publicity in advance, the bottom auction price is estimated to be higher than four million.
"Let me tell you, this little brother, is there really Longshan black pottery in your box?"
Zhuang Rui and Miao Feifei were startled by a voice beside them. They looked up and saw a skinny old man in his sixties. He was wearing a one-piece gown and a pair of cloth shoes. He looked a bit like Jiefang.
He belonged to the big shopkeeper in the former pawn shop.
"Does it have anything to do with you?"
Officer Miao stared with phoenix eyes. The old man looked a bit vulgar, and Miss Miao had never been very interested in unattractive things and people.
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter at all, but can this little brother help me gain some knowledge?"
The old man turned his face to Zhuang Rui. He could see that this thing belonged to Zhuang Rui, so naturally it was him who made the decision.
"I'm sorry, I just said it casually. It may not be true, so let's forget about it." This place is a bit complicated. Zhuang Rui doesn't want to show this object to others. He just thought about it and waits until the renovation of the courtyard is completed.
After that, this thing will definitely be the first to settle in.
Seeing Zhuang Rui about to leave, the old man quickly pointed to the shop in front of him and said: "Hey, brother, don't worry, I'm not a bad person. Well, I opened this shop. Let's go in and sit down.
Isn’t it Longshan Black Pottery? Everyone can learn from each other..."
Zhuang Rui looked up and saw that the shop front was quite big. There were three big characters "Cilaifang" written on the signboard. There were a lot of people coming in and out. He was a little tired from shopping at this time. It was just right.
He could sit down and rest for a while, so he nodded and said, "Okay, I'll ask you to give me some advice..."
Miao Feifei was a little unhappy at first, but when she saw Zhuang Rui going in, she followed helplessly.
This antique shop specializes in ceramics. There are all kinds of ceramic objects on large and small wooden shelves. Zhuang Rui took a rough look and found that there should be no less than a thousand pieces of ceramics. However, there are also some in the store.
There is a counter, and there is also a row of wooden shelves behind it. Those on top must be old things with inheritance.
The old man walking in front, surnamed Na, could be regarded as a second-generation survivor of the Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty. He had many old things in his family since he was a child, but his old man, who only knew how to eat, drink, whore, gamble and smoke, had all of them ruined.
However, Xiao Na was very successful. He started reselling antiques in the early 1980s with the help of a few small objects left by his ancestors. At that time, antiques in Beijing were not valuable, and a square pearwood table only cost five yuan.
After decades of trading in antiques, he became an old man and bought a huge fortune with his bare hands.
The shopkeeper just overheard the conversation between Zhuang Rui and Miao Feifei. He didn't pay much attention to it at first, but when he saw the confident look on Zhuang Rui's face, he accidentally wanted to see it, and this happened.
That scene before.
Under the leadership of the shopkeeper, the three of them entered a private room inside. After asking the waiter to pour tea, the shopkeeper's eyes fell on the paper box.
Zhuang Rui didn't hesitate. After announcing each other's names, he reached out and opened the paper box, grabbed the rim of the black pottery jar, took it out, and placed it on the table.
"It's a little hard to tell about this thing. The material is quite thin, a bit like Longkou black pottery, but the glaze color is a bit uncertain..."
The shopkeeper took a magnifying glass and walked around the wide-rimmed pot for a long time, then tapped it with his hand. His face was a little disappointed. He had never seen the real Longshan black pottery, but this thing looked a bit like an imitation.
, and it is not very consistent with the legendary black pottery's "black as paint, thin as paper" characteristics.
The "black as lacquer" quality of Longshan black pottery does not refer to pure black, but black and shiny. However, this black pottery is dull in color, and even the patina is not that solid.
After Zhuang Rui saw the shopkeeper's expression, he laughed a few times and said, "Boss, you should have tung oil and white gauze, right? Please bring some over, and I will clean this black pottery."
"Tung oil? Isn't that used to maintain furniture?"
The shopkeeper was a little confused when he heard this. He had been immersed in the porcelain shop for decades and had never heard that tung oil could clean porcelain. But since Zhuang Rui said so, he must have a reason. The shopkeeper quickly apologized and went out.
