"Mr. Tang, whose phone number is it?" Mr. Tang has a high status in Haishi's collecting circle. Not only does he have a sharp vision, but he is also closely related to the invisible and intangible background behind him. Among the few people sitting here
The only one who could ask this directly was Wang Jun.
"Haha, a kid I met yesterday is also a newbie in the industry, but he has good vision and good luck. Yesterday he bought a machine box for 100 yuan. There is a Red Star Medal of the former Soviet Union hidden in it. It can be regarded as a pick-up.
There was a small leak." Mr. Tang said with a smile.
"The Red Star Medal of the former Soviet Union? Haha, the collection of medals has increased rapidly in the past two years. A Red Star Medal costs about 5,000 yuan, and I made fifty times the profit when it was resold. I am really lucky." Jin Mingxuan's boss
Qin Lei said with a smile.
Wang Jun was indeed a little envious after hearing this. He didn't care about the five thousand yuan. For him, Mr. Wang, there was no difference between five thousand yuan and five yuan. What he cared about was the process of picking up leaks. Now that he has entered the industry, whether he has picked up leaks or not.
I've seen him punched in the eye a lot of times.
"This guy called me just now and said he had collected something interesting for me to see. I'm really looking forward to seeing what this guy can come up with," Mr. Tang said with a smile.
"Haha, don't worry about what he can come up with. I just collected a few things. Please keep your eye on me to see if I have been fooled again." Wang Jun said with a smile.
"I know you invited me here for something. What did you receive this time? If it's the same as last time, don't take it out." Mr. Tang joked.
Last time, Wang Jun spent 100,000 yuan to buy a vase, saying it was Yuan blue and white. He thought he had picked up a big leak, so he impatiently brought it over to ask Mr. Tang to appreciate it.
You must know that some time ago, an auction house in London auctioned a large blue and white jar of Guiguzi Xiashan for a price of 1,450 pounds, equivalent to more than 200 million yuan. The transaction price of Guiguzi Xiashan stimulated the market of blue and white porcelain, and set off a blue and white porcelain boom in China.
It’s hot, and as far away as Taiwan, there is an artist who made a song using blue and white porcelain and it became a hit.
Mr. Tang could tell at a glance that what Young Master Wang called Yuan Qinghua was just a fake, and the workmanship was not very fine. Anyone with a little knowledge of appreciation could tell that it was a fake. You can buy a pair at any vase shop for 100 yuan.
It may also come with door-to-door delivery.
Wang Jun's face turned red, and he knew that this matter had become a laughing stock in the Shanghai collector community, but very few people dared to mention it in person, and Mr. Tang was obviously not one of them.
"This is something I got on the black market. It didn't cost much to say it was a scam." Wang Jun opened a box on the table and pushed it to Mr. Tang.
The box is filled with a bunch of jades. If Mr. Tang were here, he would definitely find a jade cicada similar to himself in this pile of jades.
Hearing that it was a pitfall, Mr. Tang frowned, seemed to have thought of something and sighed lightly, but said nothing.
Zhuang Hai, the appraiser on the side, seemed to know the reason why Mr. Tang sighed, and said: "If there is demand, there will be a market. The profits from this pit are too great, and most of them are organized and well-backed, so they cannot be banned.
The country now rarely excavates ancient tombs. Firstly, there are technical problems, and secondly, there is a lack of funds. It’s just that these diggers have done too much damage to the ancient tombs.”
Hearing Zhuang Hai's words, Wang Jun immediately knew why Mr. Tang frowned, but there was nothing he could do. Even if he didn't buy it, someone else would buy it. No matter how powerful one person is, he can't take over the world.
Mr. Tang nodded slowly, as if he had thought about it. He gently picked up a jade pendant and looked at it carefully with a magnifying glass. The appraisers Zhuang Hai and Qin Lei on the side also picked up their magnifying glasses and studied the box.
The jade comes.
Mr. Tang was extremely serious about his work. Even though he knew that these things were all obtained together, he still picked them up one by one and observed them. Time passed slowly.
Young Master Tang came to the door of Jin Mingxuan with the scroll. Jin Mingxuan did not find two beauties to welcome guests like in the Stone Records, but only a few appraisers and a few clerks.
When a clerk saw Mr. Tang coming to Jin Mingxuan with a painting scroll, he thought he was here to sell paintings, and said enthusiastically: "Are you here to appraise ancient paintings? Please follow me."
Young Master Tang thought this was the man arranged by Mr. Tang, so he followed him.
"Master Zhu, this is here to appraise ancient paintings." The clerk walked to the counter and said to an appraiser in his twenties.
"Oh, bring the painting over here." Master Zhu said without raising his head.
Master Zhu, whose full name is Zhu Biao, is a graduate student from a prestigious university. He is quite proficient in modern collections, such as watches, diamonds, famous wines, etc. Although he is not yet thirty years old, he thinks very highly of himself and likes to be called Master.
It’s no wonder that although Zhuang Hai, Jin Mingxuan’s chief appraiser, is very good, he only specializes in ceramics, calligraphy and painting, but he is not very proficient in modern collections. In order to make up for this shortcoming, the boss Qin Lei treated him very little.
It's more important, and the boys will naturally shout "Congratulations to Master" when trying to please him.
Young Master Tang followed behind and still didn't understand what was going on. Didn't he say he wanted to go to the second floor?
Master Zhu frowned and raised his head, why is the person who came to appraise so slow?
"Hey, do you want an appraisal?" Master Zhu shouted impatiently.
Young Master Tang was startled, and subconsciously handed over the painting. Then he felt something was wrong. Didn't he come to the second floor to find Mr. Tang? The clerk in the store probably made a mistake, but the other party had already taken the painting.
, it would be hard for him to come back directly.
Master Zhu opened the scroll and frowned, "What's going on? Did an old lady just come over with this painting? She insisted that it was a treasure and was very valuable. What a joke, how could she have the final say on whether it was valuable or not?"
You can tell that this painting is modern at first glance. Although there are traces of insect infestation on the scroll, I am afraid it is old. I paid 300 yuan, but if I don’t want to sell it, why don’t I just leave? Why did I change it to a young man?
Did they get it? Could it be that they thought that if someone else came over, they would pay a higher price?
"Huh, a piece of work made after liberation. There is no signature or inscription, the seal is blurred, the painting is sluggish, and it is not properly preserved. If it weren't for the pitiful old lady, three hundred yuan would be too much for me. You can sell it at most.
Two hundred." Zhu Biao snorted coldly.
Young Master Tang was shocked by Master Zhu. Two hundred yuan? Are you cheating? But he also knew that the guy who guarded the door might have made a mistake. He reached out and took the painting over without saying anything, turned around and left, thinking
Find the guy to take him to the second floor.
"Wait, who told you to leave?" Master Zhu scolded.
Hearing that he was not allowed to leave and that the other party's tone was not kind, Young Master Tang immediately became upset and said with a cold face: "What's the matter? The Jin Mingxuan store is bullying customers, and they plan to buy and sell by force, right?"
Zhu Biao was stunned for a moment. He couldn't afford to be called a bully in a store. This antique store would only have a good reputation. If the reputation of a bully in the store spread, even if the boss took a fancy to him again.
I'm afraid I won't let him go.
At this time, the customers who were selecting antiques in the store were also looking here, and the waiter on the side saw that something was wrong, and a smarter one quietly went up to the second floor.
Zhu Biao cursed secretly, wondering where the stupid Qing came from.
"Of course not. We at Jin Mingxuan are open for business. We are always customers when we come. We will never buy or sell by force. Our reputation in the Haishi antique world is well known. But this little brother, you are holding an antique
If you ask me to appraise the painting for you, it would be inappropriate to leave immediately after the appraisal. At least you have to pay some for the appraisal fee," Zhu Biao said.
The things mentioned above were naturally explained to the surrounding customers, indicating that Jin Mingxuan would never forcefully buy or sell. When the surrounding customers heard the reason, they naturally understood and no longer paid attention to this. Zhu Biao touched it secretly.
Cold sweat, finally I didn’t leave a bad impression on the guests.
Young Master Tang couldn't help but sneer at the wish sign that he felt good about himself. He didn't say he wanted an appraisal or anything when he entered the door. Everything was what the guy thought.
Of course, Mr. Tang doesn't intend to make a fuss here. After all, Mr. Tang is on the second floor, and he doesn't know what his relationship is with this store. It might not be good if the fuss becomes too tense.
In line with the principle that doing more is worse than doing less, Mr. Tang said: "Okay, tell me how much the appraisal fee is."
"Calligraphy and painting appraisal, one thousand yuan." Zhu Biao said.
After hearing the appraisal fee, Mr. Tang couldn't calm down anymore. It wasn't that he couldn't afford the one thousand yuan, but he didn't want to be ripped off as a traitor.
At that moment, Young Master Tang sneered: "Hey, the appraisal of this painting costs one thousand yuan, but I only give you two hundred yuan when I sell it to you. Doesn't that mean I want to give the painting to you, and then pay you eight hundred yuan?"
"Haha, of course not, little brother misunderstood, little brother, your surname is Tang?" At this time, a voice came from behind, but it was the boss Qin Lei who was called down from the second floor by the waiter.
"How do you know?" Mr. Tang glanced at the other person. He looked about forty years old, dressed in formal clothes, and had a smooth smile. He was similar to the business partners Mr. Tang met Tang Long in the past.
"Haha, you are here to see Mr. Tang. He is waiting for you on the second floor. You take Mr. Tang to the second floor." Qin Lei glanced at the Zhu Biao fiercely, then pointed at a waiter and said.
When Young Master Tang went upstairs, Qin Lei asked, "What's going on?"
Another guy quickly told what happened, and Qin Lei frowned and said: "Zhu Biao, isn't your major in simple modern collections? When will you be able to identify even calligraphy and paintings? Why didn't I know? Didn't you tell me?
Did you say that things like calligraphy and painting must be appraised by Mr. Zhuang?" Wucuo Novel Network does not skip words.
The Mr. Zhuang that Qin Lei was talking about was naturally Zhuang Hai, Jin Mingxuan's chief appraiser.
Upon hearing this, Zhu Biao knew that his boss was a little dissatisfied with his behavior. In the past, he used to call him Xiao Zhu to show his closeness, but now he even used his full name.
So he hurriedly explained: "Aren't Mr. Zhuang and you receiving distinguished guests upstairs? I have seen this painting before, and it was brought over by an old lady. The old lady didn't have much education, so she said this painting was valuable.
But I looked at the painting, and although there were traces of moths on the scroll, it was due to poor preservation. It was at most thirty years old, and the painter was sluggish, and the paper was made of cooked paper. It was worth at most five hundred yuan. I paid for it.
I paid 300 yuan for it, but the old lady didn't sell it.
I thought he was pitiful so I didn't take the appraisal fee. Unexpectedly, less than half an hour later, the young man just came over again with the painting."