The two of them went upstairs and sat down. Shen Wanjun first cared about Xue Chen's work at Yunteng Auction, and then talked about another thing.
"A piece of land in the southern district of the city is undergoing demolition recently, do you know?" Shen Wanjun asked.
Xue Chen thought for a moment and said, "I know, I drove by it a few times. If I remember correctly, that's the only area left in Nancheng District that is undeveloped."
"There are many old houses from the Qing Dynasty in the demolished area. A friend of mine is one of the persons in charge of the demolition. He told me that there are many old objects in those old houses and asked me if I am interested in taking a look. Maybe I was able to pick up one or two treasures, and I was thinking of asking you to go with me. With you here, I can feel more at ease." Shen Wanjun said.
"No problem, when?" Xue Chen readily agreed.
"It's better to choose a different day than to hit it. I'll call my friend now to ask about the situation." Shen Wanjun made a quick decision.
After talking to his friend, Shen Wanjun hung up the phone and said happily: "My friend just told me that there is a purple clay pot in an old house, which seems to be from the early Qing Dynasty. He asked me to go there now to avoid going there." It's too late, someone else will get there first."
"Then let's go there now." Xue Chen said immediately.
"good."
Shen Wanjun drove Xue Chen to Nancheng District. Not long after, the car stopped in an old alley in Nancheng. After getting off the car, all he could see were bungalows. Some of the houses were even covered with blue tiles and the eaves looked still... There are some styles of the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China. The mottled walls are painted with big white ash with the word "demilitarize". The surroundings are quiet and there are very few pedestrians coming and going. It looks a bit desolate.
After waiting for a while, a Magotan stopped not far away, and a man got out of the car. Shen Wanjun briefly introduced the person, named Zhang Jingchun, who was the project manager of the demolition company.
Xue Chen shook hands with Zhang Jingchun.
"Jingchun, which old house are you talking about? Should we go there now?" Shen Wanjun urged.
"It's on another street. I'll take you two there. It's a coincidence. I only found out about this purple clay pot yesterday. I was planning to call you over today because I was afraid of being intercepted. Brother Shen, I and I You said, there are many pairs of eyes staring at this demolished old house, and they all want to buy some treasures at a low price." Zhang Jingchun strode ahead and said.
According to Zhang Jingchun, these old houses have a history of 180 years, and they are all old residents. Some of them have one or two good things passed down from their ancestors.
Seeing that I was about to move, I was afraid that my treasure would be damaged during the relocation process. In addition, the new house would definitely require decoration and buying new furniture, which would require a lot of money, so I simply sold it, which was relatively lower than the market price.
"A few days ago, someone took away a huanghuali Taishi chair. I heard that it cost more than 300,000 yuan. If you sell it outside, you can make at least hundreds of thousands of yuan by changing hands." Zhang Jingchun said enviously. Then he talked about it again. The person we are going to meet today is called Zhao Xi, and this person has a purple clay teapot from the Qing Dynasty in his hand.
After walking for almost five minutes, the three of them arrived at the door of a compound. Zhang Jingchun knocked on the closed door and heard someone inside shout: "Here we come."
Not long after, the door was opened, and a man in his fifties came out. When he saw Zhang Jingchun, his face immediately burst into smiles, "Hey, it's Manager Zhang here."
There is an old house standing in the compound. It looks like it is old. There are wormwood growing on the roof. There is black sewage everywhere on the ground, exuding a pungent and unpleasant smell.
After Xue Chen glanced around, he glanced at the owner of the yard, Zhao Xi. His face was a little yellow, his forehead had deep wrinkles, and he was wearing a white-yellow sweatshirt. He looked like an honest and honest person.
"Manager Zhang, you came early, or you would have been beaten to the spot by others," Zhao Xi said.
"Well, Brother Zhao, is there anyone else coming today?" Zhang Jingchun frowned.
"Yes, there is another family who wants to come over for a visit. I guess they will arrive soon." Zhao Xi smiled honestly and opened the door.
The room was dark and damp, exuding a musty smell, and only a 30-degree incandescent lamp was turned on. Xue Chen couldn't help but secretly wonder, how could people live in such an environment? How could such a family have treasures?
There are three rooms in the house. Zhao Xi asked Xue Chen and the others to wait in the foyer. He opened the door and entered the big room on the east side. When the door was opened and closed, Xue Chen glanced inside and saw that the east room was empty except for a bright yellow in the corner.
The leather suitcase is quite trendy in style, and it looks a bit eye-catching when placed in this dilapidated house.
Within two minutes, Zhao Xi walked out of the east room holding a gray cloth package.
Xue Chen asked casually: "Brother Zhao, is that yellow suitcase in the house yours?"
Zhao Xi was stunned for a moment and said vaguely: "Ah, it's mine."
Xue Chen glanced at Zhao Xi, then glanced at the east room with the door closed, without saying anything else.
"Manager Zhang, two bosses, please take a look at my treasure." Zhao Xi said, placing the package on a wooden table in the foyer.
Shen Wanjun went over and took away the gray cloth, and saw inside was a square-shaped purple clay pot with a simple color and thick shape. He took it carefully in his hand and looked at it a few times. Although his face looked natural, his eyes became more and more confused.
The brighter.
"Boss, don't look at it. Don't worry, it's definitely good stuff. It was left by my great-grandfather." Zhao Xi stood aside and said with a smile.
Shen Wanjun didn't reply, but looked back at Xue Chen: "Come and take a look?"
"good."
Xue Chen took the purple clay pot and after a few glances, he knew it in his mind. It was indeed an old object, and there was a Chen Mingyuan mark on the bottom of the pot. It was the work of Chen Mingyuan, a famous pottery master during the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty. It was a fine product.
When Shen Wanjun saw Xue Chen nodding towards him, he felt confident and was about to discuss the price with Zhao Xi. Suddenly, the door was pushed open and two people walked in.
Xue Chen turned around and was slightly surprised to see the two people coming in. The two people who came in were also slightly surprised when they saw Xue Chen and Shen Wanjun.
"Boss Shen, Xue Chen, what a coincidence, we met here."
"It's a coincidence." Shen Wanjun replied with a frown.
The two people who came in were none other than Sun Jinyang and Luo Jiang from Zhenbaoxuan!
Zhao Xi greeted him: "Boss Sun is here, please come in quickly."
Shen Wanjun felt unhappy for a while. He did not expect that the second wave of people would come so quickly, and they would also be his archrival Sun Jinyang.
"Boss Shen, what a coincidence, you actually know that there is a pot here. How do you like it?" Sun Jinyang looked at Shen Wanjun with his eyes raised and asked.
Zhao Xi smiled and rubbed his hands and said: "Does that need to be said? The boss and the little brother have already seen it just now, so it's no problem. Just when we were about to discuss the price, you two came. What a coincidence."
Sun Jinyang glanced at Xue Chen. Although he was still very unhappy with Xue Chen, he still recognized Xue Chen's appraisal level. Thinking that Xue Chen determined that there was no problem, then there would definitely be no problem. This saves the trouble. The process of identification between myself and Luo Jiang.
"Yes, it's quite a coincidence. If I were a step later, I wouldn't be able to touch this pot." Sun Jinyang said with a smile.
"Sun Jinyang, what do you mean, do you want to compete with me? Do you understand the principle of first come, first served?" Shen Wanjun asked in a deep voice.
"Rob? Boss Shen, what you said is exaggerated. You haven't completed the transaction, so how can you say it's robbery? This is just fair competition. I think Mr. Zhao Xi will definitely not refuse, right?" Sun Jinyang glanced at Zhao Xi and asked.
Zhao Xi grinned and said nothing, obviously acquiescing. Luo Jiang also took this moment to go up and take a brief look, and said in surprise: "Chen Mingyuan's pot."
Shen Wanjun ignored the two of them, turned to look at Zhao Xi, and asked about the price.
Zhao Xi rubbed his hands, smacked his lips and sighed, "This pot was passed down from my great-grandfather. If it weren't for the cost of replacing the building, I wouldn't have sold it. The selling price is low, and that's all for my grandfather." How disrespectful."
Sun Jinyang looked at Shen Wanjun and Xue Chen and snorted in his heart. Because of the treasure appraisal conference, Zhenbaoxuan has not completely recovered its strength. The business has dropped by 40% compared with last year. The loss is huge, which makes him heartbroken.
Now that I have come across it, I naturally want to mix it up. Even if I can't buy it myself, I still want to make Shen Wanjun unhappy.
"What Mr. Zhao said makes sense, please give me a price." Sun Jinyang asked.
"Hey, no more, no less, one million." Zhao Xi stretched out a finger and glanced at Shen Wanjun and Sun Jinyang after quoting the price.
"One million?" Shen Wanjun made a decision immediately, "Okay, I want it."
Sun Jinyang also shouted loudly almost at the same time: "One million, I will write a check to you now!"
"One million, the price is indeed very suitable." Xue Chen thought to himself.
In his opinion, the market value of this purple clay teapot is around 12,300,000 yuan. If it is put up for auction, the price may even soar to 2,000,000 yuan.
As the saying goes, "What is the value of jewelry in the world? It is better than a pill of mud in Yangxian." The purple clay teapot market is now booming, and the value of this kind of famous old teapot is rising even more. It is a very good investment for collection. product.
Zhao Xi saw that both Shen Wanjun and Sun Jinyang were interested in buying it, and he said awkwardly: "Both bosses want it. This makes me embarrassed. Who should I sell it to?"
Shen Wanjun and Sun Jinyang looked at each other with no intention of giving in.
Sun Jinyang took out his checkbook and pen from the wallet he was carrying and said, "I can write you a check right now."
Shen Wanjun snorted: "Are you the only one who can write a check?"
Zhao Xi glanced at the check in Sun Jinyang's hand, shook his head and said, "Boss Sun, I don't understand checks. How can I withdraw one million with one check? I don't feel at ease. I want cash."
"Cash? One million cash?" Sun Jinyang was stunned for a moment.
"Yes, I only want cash. Whoever can get me one million in cash first will own this pot of mine." Zhao Xi hugged the purple clay pot tightly and looked at Shen Wanjun and Sun Jinyang and said.
Sun Jinyang glanced at Shen Wanjun and said to Luo Jiang: "Dajiang, let's go and get the cash."
Shen Wanjun also turned around and said, "Jingchun, come with me to get the money. Xue Chen, just wait here."