The old man seemed to have heard of the little miracle doctor's name and looked at him a few more times.
"I wonder how much it cost to buy your inkstone?"
"200 yuan, junk goods that the boss despises, throw them aside and no one wants them."
"Trash? The boss doesn't want it?!"
The old man asked in surprise, and then he laughed loudly, making people confused.
"I just said, what good things can you get with 200 yuan?"
"Those bosses are each better than the last."
Tang Mingxue giggled like a trembling flower. In her opinion, there was no boss who didn't know what he was doing.
Is it a treasure? Can it be thrown away? "It doesn't happen all the time. You don't have to worry about having too much money when it comes to antiques. The biggest worry is that you don't know the goods."
Chang Yanbin made a tut-tsk sound in his mouth and said sarcastically.
Xiao Xue and Mr. Yuan were also shocked, and were in a state of confusion.
"Did you really make a mistake?"
"Haha, you all understand it wrong. As the saying goes, true can't be faked, and false can't be true."
The old man said with a smile.
"Please give me some advice, sir." Qin Fan raised his hands and asked humbly.
"Mr. Qin, I have heard about your medical skills for a long time, but I didn't expect that you are equally good at identifying treasures," the old man said.
Hearing what the old man said, Chang Yanbin and Tang Mingxue felt a thump in their hearts.
Everyone knew that he was going to tell the conclusion of the appraisal, so they all pricked up their ears to listen.
"This square inkstone is blue-black in color and has a metallic luster. It is engraved with Ruyi Pond head. The inkstone hall has been deeply sunk due to long use, revealing traces of silk marks and shining silver light."
As the old man spoke, he pointed it out to everyone.
"Gently touch it with your fingers, it is warm and delicate, and the texture is clear. Tap it lightly with your fingers, and the sound of jade and gold will be sonorous and exquisite, full of a sense of ancient vicissitudes."
"This is a typical thing from the Song and Yuan Dynasties. Such material was also a famous She inkstone at that time."
"Old sir, are you saying this is a famous She inkstone from the Song and Yuan Dynasties?"
"Qin Fan spent 200 yuan to pick up something missing?"
Xiao Xue couldn't believe her ears and asked again and again.
Mr. Yuan was also dumbfounded, and Chang Yanbin and Tang Mingxue were even more dumbfounded.
"It's not just a leak, it's a big leak! If the market price of this ancient inkstone is calculated, it should be no less than this amount."
The old man held out three fingers.
"Three thousand?" Tang Mingxue asked.
Seeing that the old man did not take back his finger.
"Thirty thousand?"
As a result, the old man glanced at her with contempt in his eyes, as if he said she had no vision.
"Could it...could it be three hundred thousand?" Tang Mingxue swallowed.
"good!"
"Ah~"
"How is that possible?! He doesn't know how to collect!"
Chang Yanbin couldn't believe this result. He just heard that Mr. Yuan was still teaching Qin Fan the knowledge of treasure appraisal.
Tang Mingxue was also stunned and could not speak for a long time.
Just now he was ridiculing and laughing at the other party, but in the blink of an eye Qin Fan really picked it up.
The collectors who followed him had their eyes shining with enthusiasm and envy.
At this time, Chang Yanbin's knife coin was also identified.
A middle-aged man came out with a knife.
"Excuse me, who is Tang Mingxue?"
"I am, is there something wrong with my banknotes?" Tang Mingxue's heart jumped like "thump, thump".
"There's nothing wrong with paper money, but real money is real money..."
"Yeah~ That's great, no problem."
Tang Mingxue started cheering without waiting for the middle-aged man to finish speaking.
"Listen to what I have to say." The middle-aged man looked down upon Tang Mingxue again.
"However, the quality is greatly compromised. The banknotes were soaked in a special potion to artificially remove the white spots."
"Impossible, impossible!"
When Chang Yanbin heard this, his head buzzed, and he almost roared.
If it is a potion coin, it has no high collection value at all.
To put it bluntly, holding it in your hand is like a broken coin.
Tang Mingxue was also dumbfounded, her face was slapped by the ruthless reality.
Qin Fan reminded her over and over again, but he refused to listen and remained blindly confident.
"Oops!" Chang Yanbin slapped his thigh.
Grabbing the knife coin, I ran to the market stall.
When Tang Mingxue saw this, she also ran after him, and the collectors who were watching the excitement burst into laughter.
"Who are these people? They won't honor their bets even if they lose!"
Xiao Xue was so angry that her teeth itched.
"Forget it, give them some memory." Qin Fan said with a smile.
"Mr. Qin, how did you see it?"
Mr. Yuan was so impressed that he couldn't help but ask.
"Looking, smelling, asking, and treating in traditional Chinese medicine."
Qin Fan couldn't say that he knew the clairvoyance, so he gave a mocking and vague answer.
By looking, hearing and asking, we can indeed summarize the elements of identification of the collection.
Look, the observation of a collection.
Smell, the keen sense of smell for a collection.
Ask for a detailed background understanding of a collection.
Yes, treat the collection like a patient, play with it carefully and feel it with your heart.
Mr. Yuan was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "Good view, good view, Mr. Qin is really a weirdo."
Xiao Xue also smiled, the truths spoken by the geek were all very strange.
"Mr. Xiao, this inkstone is a perfect gift for your grandpa."
"Well! Grandpa will definitely like it, thank you."
From the antiques, Qin Fan figured out some of the ways of the Sky Eye, and his interest greatly increased.
I came to the market again and found that the stall where I was just now was crowded with people.
After asking, they learned that the stall owner who had just sold the banknotes had closed the stall and left when they went to appraise the banknotes.
Chang Yanbin was calling the police, but Tang Mingxue was crying with anger.
The three of them all found it funny and walked to another stall.
Xiao Xue naturally got excited when she saw that Qin Fan picked up an inkstone and it was worth three hundred thousand.
When the stall owner saw that the three people had collections in their hands, he recognized them as buyers and was very enthusiastic.
Xiao Xue saw an inkstone among a pile of inkstones. The price of this square inkstone was 150,000.
It is 20 centimeters long and is engraved in regular script with the five characters "Shi Ju Ying Lu Tan" and the signature is Dinghai Mengdong.
The stall owner thought that Mrs. Yuan, Qin Fan and Xiao Xue were the same family.
He said enthusiastically: "Young madam, you have good eyesight. This is Tan Sitong's inscription inkstone, made of chrysanthemum stone."
When Xiao Xue heard this, her face turned red.
She didn't bother to explain, just held it in her hand and played with it.
"Well, it's so beautiful. I don't know if it's the real thing."
"Of course it's genuine, no kidding!" the stall owner swore.
Qin Fan also ignored the stall owner's slip of the tongue.
He carefully looked at the inscription inkstone in Xiao Xue's hand, and found that it had no simple and distant atmosphere, let alone that kind of agility.
It's just that the appearance of this square inkstone is almost as fake as the real thing. Coupled with the inscription and signature, it is really flawless.
"Boss, are you sure this is genuine?" Qin Fan asked with a smile.
"Authentic!"
"Would you like to make a bet?"
Are you here to gamble again? Mr. and Mrs. Yuan and Xiao Xue both looked at each other. This guy is addicted to gambling today.
"What's the bet?" For a moment, the stall owner was unsure of what Qin Fan meant.
"I said it was a fake. If my identification is correct, you can give me the painting for free."
"If I lose, I will not only buy the painting, but also the inkstone."
The stall owner saw that the painting Qin Fan was referring to was a framed Qing Dynasty bird painting with a price tag of 500 yuan.
The painting style was rough, like graffiti, as if it were not a painting from the Qing Dynasty.
I guess it doesn't even have a price tag of 500 yuan.
The stall owner was very aware of the rough graffiti paintings, which had been appraised by many people.
But there was someone betting against him in front of him.
"Okay, young man, I'll bet with you."
Many collectors on the side became interested.
"Let's testify and let's hear how this young man identifies."
Qin Fan smiled slightly and said, "The problem lies in this inscription."
"Tan Sitong was born in 1865. Dinghai in the inscription is the 13th year of Guangxu. In 1887, Mengdong is the first month of winter."
"Tan Sitong was only 22 years old this year and was still studying in the countryside of Liuyang."
"And Shi Ju Ying Lu was his nickname, the pen name he used when writing articles after accepting the reform ideas."
"It was after 1906 that he really participated in the reform and left Liuyang. At that time, there were no such categories as "Zhuangfeilou" and "Shijuyinglu"."
"Boss, do you think the inscription is correct?" Qin Fan asked with a smile.
In fact, it was just a coincidence that Qin Fan liked reading historical books, so he naturally had a certain impression of these historical events.
Just now, he used his mobile phone to check again, and after careful consideration, he came to a conclusion.
This square inkstone is indeed a chrysanthemum stone, but the forger of the inkstone is not proficient in literature and history.
At first glance, if you don’t think about it, it will really scare a lot of people.
When the stall owner heard this, his expression changed drastically.
He also knew that the era of the signer could be later than the time when the inkstone was made, but it could never be earlier than the time when the inkstone was made.