Chapter 421 Drunk and hitting the golden branch to press the hand cup
Two flowers bloom, one on each side.
Just when Shen Yu was appraising the blue and white pressed hand cup from the Kangxi official kiln in his hand, at the same time, the lights in the chairman's office of "Dong Ji Auction" on the third floor were brightly lit, just like daylight.
Wu Ben, Wu Lao, Dong Baiming, Dong Lao, and Lin Qingzhi, president of the Dongjiang Collection Association, each sat on a rosewood chair.
In addition to these three people, there is also a bald old man with a sinister face. He looks like the kind of person with a hot temper. If Shen Yu were here, his eyes would be widened in shock. This old man is not someone else but the person who was there yesterday. The Tian Zengguang I met on the Qingshi Bridge.
His yellow-haired grandson named Tian Yan almost seriously injured Mr. Dong with a kick, but Shen Yu saved Mr. Dong.
Now the two of them are sitting together, chatting and laughing, like old friends for many years. Isn’t it strange?
A 100-inch top-level high-definition monitor hangs in front of them, and every scene that happens in Treasure Hunt City on the second floor will appear on this big screen.
Naturally, it also includes the scene where Shen Yu gives spring money to Han Yuan and holds the Kangxi official kiln blue and white hand cup in his hand.
Mr. Wu looked around, and he was very dissatisfied but also a little proud and sarcastically said: "Xiao Shen is obviously born with a good nature, but you just don't believe it. First, Old Dong pretended to be a fortune teller and went to the stone bridge to test with Lao Tian. Will Xiao Shen rescue others when they are in danger?
"Now you, Old Man Lin, are using Old Han's descendants to test whether Xiao Shen will repay his kindness.
"Xiao Shen is here to help our collection association. You still don't believe me. I'm embarrassed to tell you.
"Others will say, you old bones can't even understand how to look at people? Since you don't trust people, why do you still use them?"
When Dong Baiming heard this, Mr. Dong quickly waved his hands, "Don't talk about me. I just wanted to see how capable Xiao Shen is. Besides, I wasn't doing it for nothing. I didn't give Xiao Shen an authentic copy of Wen Zhengming's "Quick Snow". "Shi Qing Tie"?"
Tian Zengguang also waved his hands repeatedly, "Don't talk about me. I knew that after Old Dong tested Xiao Shen, he asked Old Dong to add a scene for me. It was mainly to scare my incompetent grandson. Besides, my scene was not in vain. Plus, didn’t I also give Xiao Shen an ancestral gloomy wood amulet? No matter how cheap it is, it’s worth hundreds of thousands.”
"Humph!"
Mr. Wu glanced at the two of them and snorted softly.
He picked up the tea and took a slow sip, and then looked at Lin Qingzhi, "Old man Lin, what about you? You must ask the old director to call that boy Yuanchun. I know you want to see if Xiao Shen will repay the favor. , but Lao Han said before his death that Yuanchun likes to gamble, and we will keep his savings and antiques. Don’t give them to Yuanchun until he has no money to eat. You were also there at that time, and you agreed. This time I decided to take out the Kangxi blue and white hand cup. After Yuan Chun knew the true value of the cup, he was afraid that he would become addicted to gambling again."
Lin Qingzhi smiled awkwardly, and used his left hand to twist the beard under his chin as a habit. After feeling empty, he remembered that last month he had his beard plucked by his grandson, so he had to shave it off. "Ahem, I'm not afraid if I dare to take it.
This kid knows how to spend money arbitrarily. If he dares to spend money arbitrarily, I will punish him in my own way.
"Speaking of Xiao Shen, this is the future star of our Dongjiang Collection Association. You and I must cultivate it well. If we hold any treasure appraisal exchange meeting in the future, even if we hold a treasure appraisal exchange meeting with top collection associations such as Shanghai, Beijing, Jinmen, and Guangdong,
Bi, we are not afraid either, so we must not take advantage of Chuzhou Lao Xiao and the others.
"But we can't cultivate a white-eyed wolf. A character test is a must. As long as Xiao Shen tells Yuan Chun about the authentic painting of Xu Gao, I can make a decision now and give Xiao Shen the title of director of our Dongjiang Collection Association.
title, and my authentic painting of Xu Gao, "Picture of Swimming Fish", was given directly to him."
Mr. Wu still had a sarcastic look on his face, "Haha, are you willing to give it up? Although that painting is only three-quarters of the original, and a quarter of it was repaired by Lao Han when he was still alive, but Tang paintings are precious and rare.
, such a Tang painting can be sold for at least 60 million, right?"
Lin Qingzhi stood up and came to the window to light a cigar, "Sanniu, please don't provoke me. I have already said that as long as Xiao Shen is not greedy and knows how to repay his kindness, and reveals that the painting is the original work of Xu Gao, I will
Give him the painting!"
Mr. Wu smiled and said nothing, seemingly confident.
Dong Baiming and Mr. Dong were a little unsure, "Brother-in-law, your painting is anonymous. Xu Gao's signature was written by Empress Huizong of the Song Dynasty, and the font used is thin gold. These two points are very deceptive.<
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"First of all, the Southern Tang Dynasty where Xu Gao lived is a historical name. That is to say, later generations call it Southern Tang from the history books. It was not called Southern Tang at that time. The founding king of Southern Tang Dynasty, Li Min, was the fourth generation of Li Ke, the son of Emperor Xianzong of Tang Dynasty.
Sun often regards himself as the orthodox clan of the Tang Dynasty. His country's name is the same as that of the Tang Dynasty, also called "Tang". If Xiao Shen didn't think about it for a while, he might think it was a fake.
"In addition, the thin gold style was created by Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty. Tang paintings were signed with the thin gold style of the Song Dynasty. Anyone who saw it had to laugh and say that this was a fake. It was normal for Xiao Shen not to notice. There was no need to involve anyone.
Top quality."
Unexpectedly, Lin Qingzhi waved his hand, "Don't worry, none of this will trouble Xiao Shen, unless he doesn't want to say it!"
……
"Little brother, I don't know your last name?"
"Forget your surname is Shen!"
Han Yuanchun pointed at the cup in Shen Yu's hand and grinned, "Brother Shen, you've been looking at this cup for so long. Is it a good thing?"
Shen Yu nodded, "Yes, it is indeed a good item!"
Han Yuanchun's eyes suddenly widened, his expression full of expectation, "I wonder how much this hand cup of mine is worth?"
"This is a typical Kangxi blue and white hand cup with character stories, which is among the finest products from official kilns." Shen Yu said casually.
Han Yuanchun scratched the back of his neck when he heard this, "Brother Shen, I'm asking you how much this cup is worth."
This time it was Shen Yu's turn to be stunned. Shen Yu glanced sideways at Han Yuanchun, and then asked with confusion, "Brother Chun, didn't you say you had a deep study of porcelain? The story of the characters in the Kangxi official kiln You don’t know how much a hand cup costs?”
Han Yuanchun scratched the back of his neck again, hesitating at first, and finally smiled awkwardly, "To tell you the truth, brother, I'm actually not good at anything with antiques, otherwise I wouldn't have gotten to this point."
Shen Yu was immediately confused, okay, your brother was bragging just now. No wonder you put such exquisite and precious official kiln porcelain in a pile of junk.
At first, Shen Yu thought it was the other party's eye disease, but now that the other party admitted that he was a dabbler, everything was explained.
Shen Yu suddenly thought of another question. Since Han Yuanchun didn't understand anything, and he couldn't tell what good things Mr. Han left behind, wouldn't he have to be deceived and benefit others in vain?
Thinking of this, Shen Yu looked serious, "Brother Chun, tell me the truth, how many antiques did Mr. Han leave to you?"
Han Yuanchun rubbed his hands and said, "There are a lot of them left, but they are not with me. They are all kept by Mr. Dong. In addition to the ones on the stall, I also have a lot of ancient coins and a lot of jade carvings at home. Wood carvings, um, there are some jade ornaments, but not much else."
Hearing that the antiques were kept by Mr. Dong, Shen Yu instantly felt relieved. He probably knew that his precious son didn't understand anything when Mr. Han was still alive, so he had already planned it.
"The market value of this hand-pressed cup is three million yuan. If it goes to a special porcelain auction, it will be higher." Shen Yu said his estimated price.
Han Yuanchun: "How much?"
Shen Yu: "Three million."
"300...... ten thousand???"
"Yes, 3 million is correct. Brother Chun, are you deaf?"
