The carriage slowly stopped in front of the Dolphin Antique Shop.
Galen jumped out of the car, gave money to the driver, and walked to the door of the antique shop. The door was closed tightly and it was unusually quiet inside.
He looked up at the store sign, raised his hand and started knocking on the door.
"Open the door old man!"
"Coming, coming!"
The shop door creaked open from the inside. Old Man Geguo grabbed Gallon, pulled him in, and quickly closed the door.
The store was extremely dark, with only a kerosene lamp placed on the table in front of the bookshelf. Under the faint yellow light, there was a small brown-red hourglass, with fine black sand inside slowly dripping down, making a rustling sound.
Garen slightly adjusted to the light in the store and glanced at the hourglass on the table.
"What is this? Your new good thing?"
The old man didn't speak, but slowly walked to the table and sat down. The light illuminated his face, which made him look extremely old and tired.
"This is a black hourglass given to me by a friend. It is used to measure time. It is said that one time it is turned upside down, it can measure a long time."
He stretched out his hand and shook the hourglass: "It's been two weeks since I got it, and only one-fifth of it has leaked out. Do you think it's slow?"
"It's indeed very slow." Garen frowned slightly, looking at the old man's increasingly older face, "What's wrong with you, old man? You haven't looked very good lately."
He found a stool and sat in front of the table, turned on the kerosene lamp, and the light suddenly became much brighter.
"Maybe you're sick..." Old Man Geguo smiled, but he was no longer as rude as before. "Tell me, what's the reason for you coming here? Normally you wouldn't run to me if you're fine.
.”
"Don't I respect the elderly? You are a lonely old man in his seventies or eighties staying here alone. Aren't I afraid that no one will take care of you?" Garen smiled, "By the way, where are your children? Where are your relatives?
?How come I’ve never seen it before?”
"Who knows?" the old man muttered, with a dazed look on his face, "Okay, don't talk about this, just tell me about yourself. Your kid will definitely not run to me if he is fine."
"You really understand me." Looking at the old man's expression, Garen knew that the children might be mentioning the old man's sadness, so he changed the subject. "When I came here, I wanted to ask you how to appraise antiques. Appraisal of antique jewelry.
, you must have opened an antique store, so you should know something about this, right?"
"This is simple!" The old man sat up straight and glanced sideways at Garen, "But..." He stretched out his hand and spread it in front of Garen.
Snap.
A stack of banknotes was slapped into the old man's hand.
The hands are still spread out.
Gallon frowned, took out another thousand yuan and slapped it on the old man's hand.
"Old man, please look carefully, this is a stack of one thousand yuan!"
"I know it's a thousand yuan per stack, but the appraisal industry requires long-term accumulation and knowledge and experience. I have accumulated it for so long, so it's nothing to ask for your hard work, right?" Old Man Geguo said slowly.
He asked for two thousand yuan, with a contented look on his face. "It's only two thousand yuan, so it's a bargain for you kid."
"Then let me first introduce you to the method of appraising a business." The old man cleared his throat.
"The so-called identification actually refers to several aspects of effort. First, to identify authenticity. Second, to determine the age. Third, to determine the place of origin. Fourth, to determine the value of craftsmanship. Each of these four aspects requires a long period of understanding, learning and accumulation.
Experience. Which side do you want to learn first?”
"Is it okay to study together? I am very confident in myself."
"Study together?" The old man looked at Galen under the light, and suddenly he was startled again, his eyes seemed to be in a trance, "Study together, have confidence in yourself? It's a pity... it's a pity that you have no talent..." His last sentence seemed to be
It's whispering.
After Galen's physical fitness improved, his hearing was good, and he could vaguely hear the old man's whisper, but he didn't pay too much attention to it. Everyone has secrets, and it is their right not to be told by others.
"Can I learn to identify authenticity first?"
"No problem." The old man seemed to be interested all of a sudden. He smacked his mouth, pulled out the drawer from under the table, took out a stack of white paper and two quills, then unscrewed the ink bottle on one side and dipped it in it.
Dip.
"Appraisal of authenticity is actually the most difficult aspect of the appraisal profession. This actually depends on the accumulated experience and the time spent playing with antiques." He drew a circle on the paper with a cross inside.
"Do you know what this is?" he said, pointing to the graphic.
"I don't know...a circular cross window?" Gallon guessed as he looked at the graphics on the paper.
"This is a special mark of a jewelery craftsman during the Great Navigation. If you know the meaning of this mark, you can see the age, level, and category of this mark in subtle ways. Of course, if you don't understand, you will naturally
Nothing can be seen."
Gallon nodded thoughtfully: "You are trying to tell me that to identify authenticity, we must not only look at the manufacturing details of the object itself, but also combine it with the origin and history behind it, as well as some special background knowledge, in order to truly identify the authenticity.
Fake?"
"Haha? Your brain is quite flexible and your reaction is good." The old man was just about to tell this key point when Garen guessed it directly, with a slightly surprised expression. "I'm also going to show you a high imitation product, except for the markings and symbols.
It’s impossible to tell whether something is true or false outside of the world. I gave you a vivid example. I didn’t expect you to react right away.”
He paused, "Now that you know it, you should understand that to identify authentic and fake antiques, what you need is to understand the history, craftsmanship of different eras, famous masters, schools, categories. Famous allusions, manufacturing styles and
Factory location, etc. Many times, by combining these things and looking at antique jewelry, we can draw more realistic conclusions."
"So what I need to learn first is this background knowledge?" Garen nodded. "Are there any integrated books?"
"Yes, there is, but just reading the book is not very useful. You read it first, and then I will tell you about my own appraisal experience and special appraisal methods. Let's go step by step. There are many things that are not found in books. In the appraisal industry,
In addition to vision, you also need to use smell, hearing, touch, and taste. So just having a theory is meaningless. But you should read the book first."
The old man rummaged around on the bookshelf and found a large white book. "This is the history of the development of jewelry."
He flipped through it again and took out a thicker black-covered book, "This is an antique faction and its historical development."
Stack the two books together and push them in front of Garen.
"Take it back and read it. Come to me after you finish reading it."
Garen looked at the two tomes speechlessly, "When should I read these two books? One of them must have thousands of pages, right?"
"Don't be in a hurry, read it slowly, just finish it within a month." The old man waved his hand, "Okay, get out of here, I'm going to close the stall and go to bed."
Garen picked up the two books and said, "I'll leave now. I'll come back to you after reading them."
"Oh, by the way." The old man slapped his head, "Aren't you asking about the book from last time? Since you like that book so much, I'll give you a little gadget as a souvenir."
He reached out and fumbled around in his crotch, and finally pulled out a small pendant, which looked like an open book.
"Here you go." He threw it over.
Garen caught it and looked at it. The pendant was only the size of a thumbnail. It was made very delicately and was completely black. There was a strange dark red symbol in the center of the opened page.
"What's this?"
"It came with the book when I bought it, just keep it." The old man reached out and scratched his crotch again, it seemed a little itchy.
Garen felt a chill and quickly put the pendant into his trouser pocket, "I asked you where did you get this thing from? Are you disgusted? Okay, I'm leaving first."
"Go ahead, go ahead." The old man waved his hands and looked impatient.
After coming out of the antique shop, Gallon waited for a carriage in front of the store for a while. No carriage passed by for more than ten minutes. The location of this place was not very good, and there were very few people coming by carriage. He had to hold the book and walk along the street to Park Lane.
Walk to the intersection of Dun Street.
When he reached the floor of his uncle's house, he raised his head and glanced at the window of his uncle's house. He happened to see Lombas quickly walking away from the window, leaving only the sash still shaking, as if he was deliberately avoiding him.
Garen originally wanted to go up and see his uncle, but when he saw that Longbas was also at home, he suddenly lost interest. Ever since he had an unpleasant incident with Longbas last time, he felt upset when he saw this guy.
"This guy has been quite peaceful recently." Gallon took a few steps forward with his book in his arms, when suddenly there was a rush of footsteps behind him.
"Brother Garen!" A clear girl's voice came from behind.
Garen turned around and saw a young girl with a red face running towards him.
The girl wore a thin white cotton coat with a waistband and a pair of white water-brushed jeans that perfectly highlighted the tight curves of her buttocks and long legs. However, she looked only thirteen or fourteen years old, and Xiong Ou had little development.
When the girl ran over, she was greeted with a light girlish body fragrance, and her short reddish hair gave her a refreshing and energetic feeling.
"Brother Garon, you've passed by here, why don't you come up and sit down?" The girl is none other than my uncle's other daughter, Filia. Unlike Longbas, Filia has always been very enthusiastic about Garon. Maybe this
This is because in the past, Garen particularly liked to play with children.
"I didn't see that Filia was here." Garen smiled and reached out to pinch the girl's nose. "Why did you cut your hair?"
"I'm learning martial arts now." The girl made a basic gesture.
"Where's uncle?"
"We are entertaining guests at home. They talk about complicated and troublesome things. It's boring anyway. Brother Jialong, can you come up and play with me?" Filia Candle Jialong shook her arm.
"Forget it, uncle is at home talking about things, so I won't bother him."
"Also, Dad heard that you were accepted as a disciple by Master Baiyun, and he was very unhappy about it." Filia lowered her voice. "Dad said that he didn't want you to waste your time learning martial arts.
It's enough to learn a little self-defense, but it won't work if you put all your energy into it. That's a waste of time."
Garen frowned: "I thought uncle would be very happy."