After Captain Wei left, Ji Yutong came over and said: "Okay, Dayang, don't worry, I will protect you." The second sentence revealed her true nature: "Should we go treasure hunting?"
Zhang Yang looked at Ji Yutong speechlessly. This woman promised to protect him, so she probably wanted to follow him to pick up the leak.
"Okay, let's go inside and walk around." Zhang Yang said.
Ji Yutong laughed happily and said, "Haha, baby, I'm here."
Zhang Yang shook his head, wondering why Ji Yutong's family was still short of money, like a money obsessed person.
Zhang Yang locked the door and took Ji Yutong into Panjiayuan. Looking at the crowded market at all times, Zhang Yang said with emotion: "It's true that gold is hidden in troubled times, and antiques are hidden in prosperous times!"
"Stop sighing and go to Taobao quickly!" Ji Yutong said.
Zhang Yang shook his head and said, "What's the rush? Treasures are rare. Let's take our time and see."
Ji Yutong endured her anxiety and said, "Okay, okay."
Today's luck is even worse than yesterday. I looked at more than a dozen street stalls, but Zhang Yang didn't see a single old thing. Ji Yutong said impatiently: "Dayang, when are you going to see this?"
"Why are you in a hurry? We have to look carefully. If it were so easy to find, it would have been sold out long ago." Zhang Yang said.
Ji Yutong followed Zhang Yang disappointedly. She felt that treasure hunting was not as interesting as she imagined, and said: "I thought they were everywhere and you could find them when you came in."
Zhang Yang said: "Then it's not treasure hunting, but treasure picking."
The two people were chatting and laughing, and then came to a street stall.
This street stall has a wide variety of items, including calligraphy and painting, ancient coins, and porcelain.
Zhang Yang's footsteps finally stopped, and he breathed a sigh of relief, finally seeing the old thing.
Before Zhang Yang could speak, Ji Yutong shouted: "Dayang, have you found a treasure? Which one is it?"
The street stall owner looked at the pair of young people amusedly and said with a smile: "Just take a look if you like them."
Zhang Yang pointed to a white bottle with a small lid on the ground and said, "That's it, show it to me!"
The boss took a look and said: "Snuff bottle? My friend has a good eye. This is an old thing. It is the work of Chen Guozhi, the master of porcelain sculpture."
Zhang Yang smiled and picked it up and looked at it. It was an ivory white snuff bottle with moist glaze, white teeth, and pure white texture. It was seven centimeters high and five centimeters wide at its widest point. When you hold it in your hand, it looks like a snuff bottle.
It was an inconspicuous gadget with two carps on each side. After reading it, he handed it to Ji Yutong and said, "You take a look first."
Ji Yutong looked at it doubtfully and said, "This is a snuff bottle. Is such a small thing really a treasure?"
Zhang Yang ignored him and took out his mobile phone to search about snuff bottles on the Internet. He thought that the master Chen Guozhi mentioned by the boss really existed, but there were mostly imitations on the market. The real works of Chen Guozhi are also rare.
Asked for.
Zhang Yang is not sure whether this is Chen Guozhi's work, but it is an old thing. There is no doubt that the yellow Baoguang can determine his age.
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"Boss, what's the price?" Zhang Yang asked.
The boss looked at the two of them and said tentatively: "Twenty thousand!"
Zhang Yang smiled and said to Ji Yutong: "Yutong, put down your things and let's go."
"No, let's discuss it, brothers. This is the work of Master Chen Guozhi," the boss said.
Zhang Yang said: "There is a snuff bottle in the market, and there are nine of them claiming that it belongs to Chen Guozhi."
The boss smiled sarcastically. It was indeed true. They would say this about almost all snuff bottles. Otherwise, who would be able to sell them at a high price?
"Then tell me a price!" the boss said.
"Two hundred!" Zhang Yang said.
The boss quit and said: "This is too low, this is an old thing."
Zhang Yang shook his head and said: "Brother, I'm just here to buy something with my girlfriend. You don't have to fool me. It's an old thing, picking up leaks and the like. I don't believe that. I like this thing. Please give me a real price."
I just bought it. If it doesn’t work, we’ll go look elsewhere.”
The boss looked at Ji Yutong who was interested in everything, stretched out his hand and said: "I want one thousand anyway!"
"Eight hundred, if that's okay, I'll take it." Zhang Yang returned another price.
Although it is an old thing, the price of the snuff bottle is not high. Zhang Yang has checked online and found that if it is really a work by Chen Guozhi, it only costs tens of thousands of yuan, which is only a small mistake, not to mention that it may not be the case.
The boss smiled and said: "Deal."
In fact, he only spent a hundred yuan on this snuff bottle.
This is the case with snuff bottles. The same thing can be sold for 8,000 if you are fooled, but if you don't fool it, you can buy it for 800. The price he advertised is just in line with his thoughts. As for the work of Chen Guozhi, he himself does not believe it.
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"Are you done buying it now?" Ji Yutong asked.
Zhang Yang handed the snuff bottle to her and said, "Take it, it's just a small leak!"
"Oh, how much is it worth?" Ji Yutong asked.
Zhang Yang thought for a while and said: "Ten thousand or twenty thousand. If it is confirmed that it is a work by Chen Guozhi, the price can be higher, around fifty or sixty thousand."
Ji Yutong said disappointedly: "Just such a small amount of money?"
Zhang Yang said speechlessly: "It cost eight hundred, but it can be sold for tens of thousands, what else do you want?"
Ji Yutong shook his head and said: "I want to pick up a big leak, worth a few million or something. Otherwise, it will only take me a year and a month to get my Maserati."
Zhang Yang said funny: "If it were so easy to pick up, there would be twice as many people in the market. Okay, take it, this is an old thing anyway, and it is not easy to find old things.
If you want to make money quickly, come and gamble on stones with me that day, that’s faster!”
Ji Yutong came to his senses and said: "That's what you said. Yes, it's faster to bet on stones. Look, you made more than 10 million in one go last time. It's nothing like this. The difference of tens of thousands is too big."
A little bit."
Zhang Yang shook his head and didn't say anything. He saw that he earned less from antiques because he didn't come across good things. Needless to say, if he could buy a large Yuan blue and white jar, he could earn 100 million in one go.
Tian Zhangyang was not idle either. He read a lot about antiques on the Internet and knew that porcelain was the most expensive in this industry. He had also focused on porcelain just now, but unfortunately he didn't see any real ones. They were all imitations.
"Zhang Yang, come and take a look at this big jar. It's very beautiful and colorful." Ji Yutong suddenly shouted.
Zhang Yang followed and walked over, and saw an old man squatting on the ground with a porcelain vase. As Ji Yutong said, this large vase was very bright in color, just like a modern vase. It didn't look like an antique at all. It was completely pink.
sè, a small round mouth, and a big belly. The first impression on people is that it looks good, but just this good-looking thing makes people doubt that it is true.
Just like the vases sold in stores.
No wonder there are so many people passing by and almost no one watching. It’s so fake.
"Zhang Yang, do you think this is a treasure?" Ji Yutong said.
Zhang Yang rolled his eyes and said, "Do you think so many people would turn a blind eye to it if it were a treasure?"
Ji Yutong said: "Maybe they don't know the goods. Old man, how much does this vase cost?"
"Two hundred thousand! This is passed down from my ancestors. I won't sell it without two hundred thousand." The old man said.
Zhang Yang looked at the old man amusedly. He had heard stories like this too many times, but just in case, he still used his powers to take a look. After reading it, Zhang Yang calmed down. He looked yellow. It really has a history of more than a hundred years.