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"Brother, you are being polite when you say this. I have to thank you for this today. If you like it, just keep it. Don't mention whether it's money or not. I just asked someone to look at these items passed down from home.
In other words, the carving is better, the materials used are average, and it’s only worth a few hundred dollars, so it’s not a good thing. Brother, please don’t be polite to me.”
When the stall owner heard that Zhuang Rui wanted to buy it, he quickly waved his hand. The Japanese translator just gave him 4,000 yuan. This amount was enough for him to set up a stall for two months. He refused to ask for Zhuang Rui's money no matter what.
Well, he had previously doubted whether the root carvings left at home could be good things. A few days ago, he even took a few of them to the market to have them appraised by an old man who specialized in miscellaneous items.
The appraisal result given by the expert made him very frustrated. The earliest of these things was only a work from the Republic of China period, and the materials used were very ordinary, including ash, pine roots and the like.
They were antiques with little collection value. After coming to this conclusion, he simply took the old root carvings that he had been reluctant to sell on the stall today and put them on display for sale. But he didn't know that the Maitreya in Zhuang Rui's hands was
The Buddha root carving happened to be the one that he did not take for appraisal.
In modern society, red sandalwood has become an extremely rare and rare tree species. Although this young man has inherited the root carving skills of his ancestors, he has never seen red sandalwood, not even in his grandfather's generation.
I did it before, so I didn't realize that my ancestors still had such good things.
Seeing that this young man refused to accept any money, Zhuang Rui refused to take advantage of him. He relied on his eyesight to pick out the leaks. That was his own ability, but accepting gifts from others without any reason was against his principles as a human being.
Well, Zhuang's mother has taught him since he was a child that taking advantage of small things will lead to big losses. Little does he know that in this world, those who are deceived by doing pyramid schemes and doing business are mostly people who are lucky and want to use their small gains to make a big difference.
I forgot the saying "pie in the sky will never fall".
And those scammers have also grasped the psychology of these people, just like Nobita and others in the Pengcheng antique market. If Zhuang Rui doesn't have the aura in his eyes and understands Zheng Banqiao's style, there is no guarantee that he will not be tempted after seeing that painting.
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"The rest here are all your works, right?"
Zhuang Rui asked, pointing to a bamboo and rattan box carried by the young man, and he came up with an idea.
The stall owner scratched his head and smiled sheepishly: "Hey, my skills are far behind those of the old people at home. Brother, take a look."
Zhuang Rui was a little funny. This young man was a little too honest. He opened his mouth and said that his goods were not good. How could anyone do business like this? No wonder he had set up a stall for so long, but no one took notice of this red sandalwood Buddha sculpture.
Zhuang Rui didn't know that this was the first time that the sculpture was being sold today. Otherwise, with so many people coming and going in the market, it would still be his turn to pick up the sculpture.
"Not many people know how to do this craft now. They all try to save trouble and go directly to the handicraft factory to buy it. To do a job like this, I first have to think over it in my mind, choose the image of the tree root to determine the shape, and then dry it in the shade and blow.
It takes several processes such as baking, oil soaking, waxing, and planing to produce such an object. Although the price is a bit higher, it is much more durable than those produced by those factories."
The young man said as he took out a root carving from the box and handed it to Zhuang Rui. He was very happy to see someone admiring his work and introduced it to Zhuang Rui.
Zhuang Rui took it and took a look. These root carvings were all palm-sized. The carvings were of monkeys stealing peaches among the twelve zodiac animals. On top of the big longevity peach, there was a smart and cute little yellow-haired monkey, trying to steal the longevity peach.
Moved away, the strong contrast between the peach and the little monkey makes the whole picture full of interest, the carving is lifelike, the appearance is smooth and delicate, and the feel is excellent.
The characteristic of root carving works is that "70% natural, 30% carving, natural interest", and this work is extremely outstanding from material selection to conception to carving. Zhuang Rui thought to himself that this young man looks a few years younger than himself.
, this hand work is not bad.
"How much do you sell a work like this?" Zhuang Rui asked, playing with the monkey sculpture in his hand.
"This thing was made in three to five days. It only costs one or two hundred, but it's still hard to sell at this price. Others always compare it with the ones made by machines."
The young stall owner was a little angry, but he had nothing to do. In a sense, some modern technologies have gradually eliminated some manual practitioners.
"How many more do you have here in total? Do you have a set of twelve zodiac animals?"
Zhuang Rui really fell in love with these root carvings. Whether these objects were given as gifts or displayed at home as decorations, they were very suitable. When he returned to Zhonghai, he might as well give some to his boss.
"Yes, there is a set and a few scattered ones. There are still nineteen in total."
Although this young man was very honest, he was not stupid. After hearing Zhuang Rui's question, he understood what he meant. If he was asked to give away so many things, he would really be reluctant to part with them, so he didn't say anything about what he liked.
You took it or something like that.
"Well, I really like these root carvings of yours. I want all nineteen of them plus this Maitreya Buddha root carving. If I add them all up, I'll give you five thousand yuan. Do you think that's okay?"
Zhuang Rui is not trying to make a fortune, but he feels that this person is quite honest. The price of 5,000 yuan is also meant to compensate him. The red sandalwood Maitreya Buddha piece alone is probably worth 5,000 yuan.
Dozens of times. This cannot be said to be hypocritical of Zhuang Rui. After all, this is a job that requires discernment. No one can say "no" to Zhuang Rui's approach.
"Brother, you don't need so much. You have helped me so much today, how can I charge you so much money?"
After hearing Zhuang Rui's words, the young man was a little surprised and said at a loss. The things he sold were just time-consuming to work on and they didn't cost much. The total cost of materials was only a hundred dollars. He said
Normally when business is good, he only sells three or four in a day. Now that he heard that Zhuang Rui wanted to round it off, this was considered a big deal for him.
"That's it. I see that the workmanship of these root carvings of yours is very fine. I will take them back and sell them in a friend's shop. If there is sales, I will come to Hefei to buy from you in the future."
Zhuang Rui did not explicitly state the whereabouts of these root carvings, but found an excuse to comfort the stall owner, but he shamelessly praised himself in his heart: "Others always lower the price when buying things, and I did it both times, brother.
What a noble quality it is to force someone to give you money."
Without waiting for the young man to give in, Zhuang Rui directly took out the stack of money that Liu Chuan had given him from his jacket pocket, counted out five thousand yuan, handed it over, and said, "Give me this bamboo and rattan box too."
Well, otherwise I really wouldn’t be able to get it.”
The young man took the 5,000 yuan handed over by Zhuang Rui, and then touched his pocket for the 4,000 yuan that the Japanese translator had just compensated. The stall was smashed, but he made nearly 10,000 yuan. The young man stood there a little at a loss.
After hearing what Zhuang Rui said, he quickly opened the box, put the red sandalwood Maitreya Buddha piece and the monkey stealing peach inside, and handed them to Zhuang Rui respectfully.
This box is very delicately woven. There is a handle on the lid and two nose buttons on the edge. After buckling it, you can carry it in your hand.
"Brother, this is my home phone number. If you come to Hefei from now on, please call me."
The young man borrowed the paper and pen from the management office, wrote his name and home phone number on it, and handed it to Zhuang Rui.
"Zeng Mingyi? Okay, I have made you a friend. I will definitely bother you next time I come to Hefei. It's just that I live in Zhonghai temporarily, but I don't have any contact information. I will call you and let you know when I get settled. Okay, I can use it here too.
If you don’t want to come with me anymore, Director Wang, I’ll take my leave first.”
Zhuang Rui took the note, put it down next to him, and said to Zeng Mingyi and Director Wang from the management office that the Japanese translator had completely admitted his defeat, and Director Wang could talk to foreigners quite well with his half-baked English.
There should be no recurrence of this matter. Zhuang Rui looked at his watch and saw that it was almost four o'clock in the afternoon, so he said goodbye to the two of them.
Director Wang also had a good impression of Zhuang Rui. He stood up and sent him out the door before turning back. Zhuang Rui was carrying a bamboo box and had no intention of wandering anymore. He looked at the time and took out his mobile phone from his pocket.
, dialed the switchboard of the hotel where Liu Chuan was staying.
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