The gold-wrapped knife couldn't be sold, so Yang Zimei took out another Pisces plate he had bought and said, "Mr. Song, help me identify this."
"Oh? Do you have anything else?" Song Xuan was slightly surprised and carefully took the Pisces plate from her hand, picked up the magnifying glass and examined it carefully.
He is a person who has a persistent love for antiques. As soon as he gets involved in the appraisal, he immediately becomes extremely focused and serious, thus forgetting about the stabbing just now.
Yang Zimei liked to see his serious and focused look, with a certain detached elegance.
Song Xuan put down the magnifying glass in his hand and looked up at her. He happened to look into her dark eyes. His heart skipped a beat and he hurriedly avoided it. He lowered his head and stroked the fish plate, "This is a silver plate from Ding Kiln in the Northern Song Dynasty." The double fish plate is carved with a gold buckle and bent at the waist. Ding kiln is one of the five famous kilns in the Northern Song Dynasty. The plate has six flower openings, is open and flat, folded at the waist, has a short ring foot, is glazed inside and outside with white glaze, and the ring foot is covered with glaze. The mouth is gilded with gilt edges. The inner wall is carved Pisces, with smooth lines, vivid images and superb craftsmanship, was a harem item in the palace at that time."
"How much is it worth?" Yang Zimei was most concerned about this at this time.
"The market price is about 380,000 yuan. If it is auctioned, it may be higher. It depends on the collector's preference. Some collectors just love this Ding kiln porcelain."
"Does Mr. Song want to acquire this?"
Song Xuan looked up at her, "Zimei, you seem to have a very special feeling for antiques, but you don't have enough knowledge. In two days, there will be an antique auction in our city A. I wonder if you are interested in going to see it? As for your Pisces plate, if you want a higher price, I can put it up for auction at the auction, how about it?"
When he heard that there was an antique auction, Yang Zimei naturally wanted to see it, "I want to go."
"Okay, at nine o'clock the day after tomorrow, you come here to find me, and I will go with you." Seeing her agree, Song Xuan was very happy.
"Thank you Mr. Song." Yang Zimei raised his eyes and looked at the rows of books about antiques on the bookshelf, "Ten years ago, Mr. Song said that he would teach me knowledge about antiques, but I broke the promise. I wonder if I can still fulfill it now? "
"Been waiting." Song Xuan's face was full of smiles, what he was waiting for was her words.
"I'm in school now, and I'll come to study with you every Saturday and Sunday. On weekdays, you can just lend me some books, okay?"
"Yes." Song Xuan nodded, stood up and took out a book "Introduction to Antique Appreciation" from the bookshelf and handed it to Yang Zimei, "You should familiarize yourself with this book first, and then learn other detailed knowledge one by one."
"Okay." Yang Zimei took the book as thick as a brick, "Thank you, Mr. Song."
"Zimei, if this Pisces Tray wants to enter the auction, I must first register it for appraisal. Otherwise, it will not be allowed into the auction exhibition hall." Song Xuan looked at the Pisces Tray and said.
"Well, then stay here, and you can help me keep and dispose of it." Yang Zimei trusted Song Xuan's character. The feeling he gave her would not be the same even if everyone in the world deceived her.
"Thank you for your trust in me." Song Xuan was very happy to see that she was not wary of him at all.
"You are worthy of my trust." Yang Zimei looked at him and said, "Mr. Song is the most noble person I have ever seen, just like this Zhilan."
After receiving such praise from her, Song Xuan felt like he was stepping on the clouds, a little light.