At this moment, Ximen Hou seemed to have seen a lot of money falling into his pocket like snowflakes, and his heart was filled with excitement.
The Ximen family has been able to run an antique shop on Hong Kong Island for nearly a hundred years and turn "Qingyun Pavilion" into a business card that can be called a synonym for high-end curios. Although it relies on a pair of sharp eyes, it can get rid of all the people who sell fakes in the store in the future.
But in fact, it is still "taken advantage of" like Gu Zhengyan.
You must know that you can't make a fortune selling antiques by relying on fakes. You can do it once, twice, but three times may cause others to break your legs.
But you can really make a fortune by selling genuine products.
Objects collected for a few hundred yuan were sold for a hundred thousand yuan.
Collected tens of thousands of dollars and sold millions.
After such a series of businesses, although the family cannot buy a villa in Taiping, they still have a single-family house with more than 400 square meters in Kowloon.
It can be said that he is already a master.
Well, calling him the "big boss" sounds a bit harsh, but it's more appropriate to call him the God of Wealth.
After all, there are fewer and fewer people like Gu Zhengyan who spend a lot of money and are obsessed with antiques, and they can make a fortune every time.
It would be more appropriate to call him the God of Wealth!
Although he thought so in his heart, there was no trace of it on Hou Ximen's face.
Just looking at his expression, he is completely torn between wanting to sell and being reluctant to sell, and unwilling to sell.
But just as Ximen Hou reached for a delicate painting box at his feet, a hand suddenly stretched out to stop his movement.
Ximenting first gently pulled his uncle's sleeve, and then immediately stood up from his seat and bowed slightly towards Gu Zhengyan. At the same time, a very respectful smile appeared on his pale face, "Mr. Gu, please
I have no objection to appraisers. I sell antiques and you appraise them. This is a matter of course."
After saying that, he immediately turned to look at Shen Yu and said with a slight smile: "But is this Mr. Shen too young?
"No matter what his identity or background is, I am skeptical of his ability to identify treasures!
"In other words, even if he looks at this painting, it will be in vain! How can a person in his twenties identify the authenticity of Master Mu Xi?"
Ximenting’s tone was more than questioning!
When he said the last sentence, he first glanced at Pei Yuqin secretly, with a trace of imperceptible greed flashing in his eyes. Then he immediately looked at Shen Yu again.
Looking at Shen Yu, Ximen Ting's eyes were filled with jealousy!
There was even a hint of inexplicable resentment mixed in with it.
Shen Yu glanced at the other party, but did not have any emotional ups and downs because of Ximen Ting's arrogant attitude. Instead, he calmly picked up the Dahongpao that Pei Yuqin poured for him, took a sip, and then asked calmly.
: "Oh? Then how can we make Mr. Ximen not suspicious?"
Ximenting smiled provocatively, "I have two treasures here. Mr. Shen, please come and appraise them. If the appraisal is correct, then you will naturally be qualified to appraise the treasures I brought!"
"But if Mr. Shen's appraisal is wrong, haha, I believe Mr. Shen is also a face-saving person!"
Before Shen Yu could speak, Pei Yuqin spoke first, "Let Qinan come up with what he identified. If the identification is wrong, we will leave on our own. If the identification is correct, then please shut up. Qinan's time is precious. I don't have time to talk nonsense with you here.
"Once, only this time. Haha, if it weren't for Mr. Gu, would you also want Qinan to show you the antiques?"
Pei Yuqin's words were heart-breaking, but Ximen Ting didn't even refute a word.
On the contrary, I was a little flattered when I heard Pei Yuqin's voice.
He lowered his body and opened a rectangular wooden box at his feet, and skillfully took out two small cups with a smooth texture and exquisite shapes. The overglaze color and the underglaze color were combined to create a perfect contrast.
Then he carefully placed the two cups on the table among the people.
He looked like he was holding some rare treasure.
The cup is painted with a picture of a hen, supplemented by peonies, orchids, pillars and other patterns. It is not another object, but it is the "Ming Chenghua Doucai Chicken Cup" that was sold at an auction for a sky-high price and is well-known in the collecting community. ."
"Is this a chicken cup?" Gu Zhengyan, who was sitting on the official hat chair, asked.
Ximenting's face showed a hint of satisfaction, "Yes, Mr. Gu, it is the official kiln of the Ming Dynasty, the colorful chicken vat cup!"
Hearing this, Gu Zhengyan frowned and said something in Cantonese, "A Ting, I haven't seen you in a few years. Your work is getting worse and worse! What are you looking at in the chicken cup?"
Ximenting originally wanted to brag about his pair of chicken cups to Gu Zhengyan, but Gu Zhengyan's sudden words made him choke on what he wanted to say.
He was stunned for more than ten seconds before he stammered and asked: "Gu, Mr. Gu, don't you like Doucai porcelain? Or do you not like this chicken cup?"
Gu Zhengyan's tone was extremely cold, "Who doesn't like chicken cups? Although there are no big tools for fighting, chicken cups are the most difficult to make. In the Ming Dynasty, less than a hundred were made. Over the past six hundred years, , those that were dropped or broken, there are only a dozen or so of them left in the world today at most. So you’d better put these two cups away!”
Ximenting understood what Gu Zhengyan meant.
Gu Zhengyan liked the chicken bowl cup, but the God of Wealth felt that these two cups were not real, so he didn't even need to look at them.
After thinking for a while, Ximenting argued: "Mr. Gu, although there are very few chicken bowl cups in existence, we can't say that these two cups are fakes, right?"
Gu Zhengyan snorted coldly, "You don't think this cup is real, so how can I think it is?
"The chicken pot cup was already priceless in the Ming Dynasty. How did you get it? You seemed to be careful, but in fact you were just being careful.
"If it is genuine, can you pick up this treasure on the marble floor? Even if you lay it on several layers of wool felt pads, you will still be afraid of losing it and breaking it."
Ginger is very spicy, just as Gu Zhengyan said. Ximenting only looked at it carefully, but in fact he didn't take the chicken pot cup seriously.
Otherwise, at least put a wool felt pad or flannel with cotton on it when taking out the cup to prevent it from falling.
Ximen Pavilion was a little embarrassed by Gu Zhengyan's words.
If Pei Yuqin hadn't been there, he would have simply given up.
But with the beauty by his side, he really wanted to show off. He didn't know where the courage came from, but Ximenting dared to continue explaining, "Mr. Gu, maybe I was a little careless when I took it, but that doesn't mean it's certain. It's fake. Just like the calligraphy and painting, I spent a lot of effort to buy this cup and select it for you..."
"You street boy, there's so much nonsense going on around here, shut up!" Ximen Hou, who was sitting on the sofa and wanted to explain when he saw his nephew, secretly thought something was wrong!
For a Hong Kong tycoon like Gu Zhengyan, if you follow his advice, there is no problem. If you contradict him, then the business today is likely to be a mess.
So he quickly spoke up to remedy the situation.
Putting down the white porcelain tea cup in his hand, Ximen Hou picked up a rectangular picture box made of elm wood at his feet with both hands and gently placed it in front of Shen Yu.
"The paintings are in the box, little friend Shen, you can look at them as long as you want, don't worry." Ximen Hou smiled at Shen Yu and said, with no hint of dissatisfaction or anger in his tone, and even a bit like a senior in the industry. encourage.
The painting box was opened, and an ancient painting about sixty centimeters wide and with yellowing paper appeared in front of everyone.
The painting is made of bamboo paper, and the surface is covered with many insect eyes. It looks very much like an authentic painting from ancient times.
After Shen Yu took out the painting, he did not immediately untie the painting rope. Instead, he looked at the heaven and earth poles intently for a while, and then asked: "Senior Ximen, I need to know the origin of this painting. I hope you can try it." Tell us its origin in as much detail as possible.”
