Now is the era of national entertainment. Even treasure appraisal has become a way of entertainment. When the experts enter the venue, there is not only a soundtrack, but also a light beam closely following the experts. The host next to them follows the experts.
Enter the venue and make introductions to the people present. Every time an expert is introduced, he will be greeted with bursts of applause.
In 2004, experts and professors were still highly respected. Several experts looked like celebrities. They cupped their hands in all directions and took small steps to walk behind the table and sit down.
But when it was Zhuang Rui's turn to appear, I was a little confused. Although the music and lights were the same, and even Liu Jia's sweet voice was raised a little, the crowd in the venue didn't buy it and booed.
Sound, if it weren't for the preciousness of the object in my hand, I would probably throw it out as a rotten egg.
"Teacher Zhuang, it's okay. There is meat in the bun but not in the pleats. Later they will appraise the jade and ask for you."
General Manager Qian, who was sitting next to Zhuang Rui, was afraid that Zhuang Rui would not be able to think about it, so he comforted him in a low voice. Except for him who changed his name to Teacher Zhuang Rui, the others all called Zhuang Rui Xiaozhuang. After all, there was a big age difference.
"It's okay, Mr. Qian, if I can't bear this blow, then I won't come..."
Zhuang Rui smiled slightly, opened the mineral water in front of him and drank. This situation had been expected by him. If he were the treasure holder and saw the appraisal expert so young, he would probably give it to him.
A few boos.
However, Zhuang Rui was still a little unconvinced. Let alone jades, they were antiques. If we just talked about identifying the authenticity, no one in this room could compare with him. Of course, just thinking about it in his heart, this
The decathlon is not that comfortable to do, and it is easily hated by others.
“Dear guests and fellow collectors, welcome to participate in the first folk treasure appraisal activity of “Promoting National Culture, Collecting and Appreciating Treasures Worldwide” jointly sponsored by Beijing TV Station and Shandong TV Station. Now, I would like to invite Mayor Tan to speak. Welcome...
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After the experts took their seats, Liu Jia and a fat male host from Shandong TV Station stood on the booth in front of Zhuang Rui and others and began to host. Then the deputy mayor who showed up at noon came to the stage to speak.
Fortunately, the Vice Mayor did not make a long speech. After a few simple words, he announced the start of the treasure appraisal activity.
Shandong is a traditional cultural city. There are countless literati and poets from various dynasties in history who have stayed here. The mass base of folk collections is very strong. In addition, Shandong TV station advertised more than a week in advance. The people who came to the scene today,
Thousands of people lined up at the side entrance of the hotel. The queue was so long that many people even braved the scorching heat and waited outside the hotel.
There was also a squadron of armed police soldiers at the scene maintaining order. Five meters away from the front of a row of long tables identified by experts, a cordon was pulled up with a rope. They were afraid that several people who came up would have the same category of certificates.
Objects, so only three collectors and treasure holders are allowed to enter the cordon with their own belongings at a time.
"Expert, please help me take a look at this thing. It was left by the elders in my family. I saw it when I was four or five years old. This thing is quite ingenious (Jinan dialect: strange). Can you tell me if it is real?"
No?"
The first person who came in was a middle-aged man in his forties. He was wearing ordinary clothes, maybe because of the hot weather. He was still wearing slippers. He was holding a tan jar in his arms, which was half full.
It was about 1.3 meters tall, with a big belly and a small mouth. It looked like it was quite heavy. The man was still breathing heavily when he spoke.
"Come, put the things on the table first..."
This life belongs to Tian Fan, an expert in ceramic appraisal. He stood up and asked the man to put the jar on the table in front of him, and took a magnifying glass to observe it.
There were six people sitting behind a row of tables covered with red silk. Zhuang Rui sat farthest to the side. After taking a look at the other two who were not holding jade, he turned his attention to the jar brought by the first person.
Above, there are some irregular patterns around the jar, but the more Zhuang Rui looks at it, the more he feels that it looks a bit like the pickle jar at home when he was a child.
Tian Fan's position was separated by two people from Zhuang Rui. Zhuang Rui couldn't see very clearly, so he simply released his spiritual energy and entered the vat, only to find that the interior of the vat was of poor quality and the firing was very uneven.
, there was no aura at all, it was probably just a pickle vat, and at this time Tian Fan also sat back after reading it.
The middle-aged man saw Tian Fan looking at it with a magnifying glass and then sat back. He felt a little anxious and said, "Expert, please take a closer look. This thing existed when my grandfather was alive..."
"This thing is a jar for pickling pickles. It still smells like pickles. It's a bit old. It should have been produced before liberation. However, the workmanship is rough and the output is large. It has no collection value. You should take it back." Tian
Fan pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose and said something that disappointed the middle-aged man.
"Isn't it said that anything that lasts a long time is an antique? It made me come all the way from home to bring it. Expert, are you sure this thing is not valuable?"
The middle-aged man was a little reluctant and asked again. After seeing Tian Fan nod, he picked up the pickle jar from the table and left with a curse.
Zhuang Rui was so shocked by this man that he took a pickle vat as a treasure. Could this be folk treasure appraisal?
Mr. Sun, who was one seat away from Zhuang Rui, saw the expression on Zhuang Rui's face and said with a smile: "Don't be surprised, these people feel that their things are treasures. Tell them the truth. Sometimes they feel
We lied to them. Lao Tian's temper is a bit straight and he has always been like this. Xiaozhuang, don't talk too much when the time comes. If you can't tell the truth, just say you can't tell the truth."
Zhuang Rui laughed when he heard this. It seems that this sentence is really a jargon in the industry. The old man taught himself to say this, and the person next to him also said the same. It is really applicable to everyone.
"I said, young man, this thing is older than you, but not a few years older. Prints from the 1960s may become antiques if kept for a few decades, but now the time is still a little short."
Zhuang Rui was chatting and laughing with Mr. Sun, when Fatty Jin's voice came from beside him, but the object he was looking at had also been appraised. The person he appraised was holding a fan, which he said was an authentic work of Tang Bohu. Fatty Jin couldn't laugh or cry after seeing it.
This is a printed matter from the 1960s, so I had no choice but to ask this person out.
Since there were too many people coming to the site to appraise the treasures, the organizers and the experts discussed that different categories of collections could be appraised at the same time, so that the six experts could be busy and the speed of identifying the objects could be increased.
As a result, everyone on the field became busy except Zhuang Rui. Maybe it was because there were relatively few people collecting ancient jades. Among the more than 20 people who came up one after another, no one was appraised of jade. Zhuang Rui seemed a little leisurely.
, but this was just what he wanted, and he watched with great interest as several other experts identified the objects.
Among them, there are the most calligraphy and painting antiques, and Fatty Jin is also the busiest person. He looked at eleven paintings and calligraphy works in a row, and all of them were identified as fakes. His vision is extremely sophisticated and unique. Zhuang Rui used his spiritual energy to look at it. Fatty Jin didn't
One thing was wrong, and Zhuang Rui couldn't help but admire him.
"Xiao Zhuang, follow Brother Ma. You should be familiar with miscellaneous items, right? Come, take a look at this snuff bottle."
Mr. Sun saw that Zhuang Rui was looking around and had nothing to do, so he handed an enamel snuff bottle that he was playing with to Zhuang Rui.
"Things are fake..."
Zhuang Rui took it over and pretended to look at it with a magnifying glass and gave the answer.
"Hey, young man, you can eat as much as you like, but you can't talk nonsense. This snuff bottle has been in my hands for a few years." Zhuang Rui was not paying attention, and his words were a bit direct, which made the owner of this object angry.
Already.
Zhuang Rui raised his eyes and saw that the owner of the snuff bottle was an old man in his fifties, well-dressed, and looking at him with an unhappy expression.
"Xiao Zhuang, how can you be sure it's fake?" Mr. Sun also intended to take the exam of Zhuang Rui in the school.
"The murals in this thing are simply burned first and then painted on. Could it be fake?" Zhuang Rui blurted out. When he looked at it with his spiritual energy, he found that the murals and the glass bottle were not fired together at all.
of.
"That's impossible. I washed it with water when I bought it some time ago. If I paint it later, the color will definitely fade."
The owner of the snuff bottle became increasingly unhappy, but he let it slip that the item was not as old as he said.
Zhuang Rui thought for a moment, picked up a single-head long-handled cotton swab prepared for wiping objects from the table, and dipped a little alcohol in the bottle in front of him. These things were prepared by the organizer and can often be used during appraisals.
Zhuang Rui put the cotton swab soaked in alcohol into the snuff bottle and rubbed it vigorously back and forth for a while, then took out the cotton swab, put it in front of the snuff bottle owner, and said: "Uncle, there are a lot of paints, not water.
It will fall off after cleaning. It’s better to be careful when buying this thing in the future..."
The old man's face turned red when Zhuang Rui said it, but looking at the color on the cotton swab, he couldn't utter a word of rebuttal. He snatched the snuff bottle from Zhuang Rui's hand and got out of the crowd.
"Okay, that's good. I've learned something from Brother Ma." Mr. Sun saw that Zhuang Rui was so embarrassed that he walked away from the old man who wanted to take advantage of him in just a few words. He couldn't help but raise his thumbs at Zhuang Rui.
The TV station hosts this program. If the object is identified as a real antique, an identification certificate will be issued. As a result, there will be some people who want to fish in troubled waters with fake items. You must know that the certificates issued after the identification by these experts
, that can instantly turn a worthless fake antique into a real thing worth thousands of gold.
