Just now, Xue Chen had seen the snuff bottle and was sure it was a fake.
He could have ignored this kind of thing, but Daxing's boss and his daughter had always been kind to him. He didn't want the store to suffer tens of thousands of yuan in losses because of Huang Pinqing's mistakes.
"You are a young apprentice, what do you know? Go and do your job!" Huang Pinqing said angrily.
He was already dissatisfied because Xue Chen contradicted him this morning, and now Xue Chen's questioning made him unable to suppress the anger in his heart. Seeing that Xue Chen didn't move, he scolded again: "Still stunned here.
What are you doing? If you don’t want to do it, just leave!"
At this time, a young girl wearing a fashionable summer dress, with delicate and beautiful features and a good figure walked into the store, "Mr. Huang, what made you so angry?"
"Miss, Xue Chen is talking nonsense and disrupting our business. Look at this snuff bottle. Whether it is the texture, glaze color, feel, or the painting style of the body pattern, the oil paint is completely from the late Qing Dynasty.
As for the production process, I have been in the industry for so long, so my vision is not as good as that of a young boy like him?"
Seeing this girl, Huang Pinqing immediately smiled on his face. This girl was none other than Shen Zixi, the daughter of the owner of Daxing Pawn Shop.
"Is this a snuff bottle? Let me see."
Shen Zixi glanced at the three people in the shop, took the snuff bottle from Huang Pinqing, and looked at it carefully.
Influenced by her father, she has been exposed to antiques since she was a child. After more than ten years, she is really not much worse than Huang Pinqing in appreciating antiques.
In front of the counter, Huang Pinqing stood confidently. He believed that Shen Zixi's appraisal result must be the same as his own. Thinking like this, he glanced at Xue Chen without any trace, and secretly thought about how to take advantage of this opportunity.
This unpleasant boy was kicked out of the pawn shop.
Soon, two minutes passed. Shen Zixi completed the appraisal, and her beautiful eyebrows wrinkled slightly. The appraisal result she obtained was the same as that of Huang Pinqing, and the snuff bottle was an authentic product from the late Qing Dynasty.
However, according to her understanding, Xue Chen is not the kind of person who makes trouble out of nothing. What's more, this deal involves not only tens of thousands of dollars, but also Daxing's reputation in the industry, which makes her hesitate.
"Miss, is there nothing wrong with this snuff bottle?" Looking at Shen Zixi's frown, Huang Pinqing suddenly felt a little unsure and asked tentatively.
"Xue Chen, why do you conclude that this snuff bottle is a fake?" Ignoring Huang Pinqing's words, Shen Zixi turned her eyes to Xue Chen.
Taking the snuff bottle from Shen Zixi's hand, Xue Chen pretended to put it in front of his eyes, looked at it, and said slowly:
"Generally speaking, the level of imitation of this snuff bottle is relatively high. As Master Huang said, no matter in terms of appearance, color, texture or painting work, there is nothing wrong with it.
However, its firing process is very different from the real late Qing snuff bottle firing process, which results in slight differences in the transparency of the pot body and the texture in the hand.
Although this difference is very subtle, it is real, and this is the basis for me to make an identification. If you don’t believe me, you can go to the cultural relic identification center nearby for a carbon 14 test."
When he said these words, Xue Chen naturally exuded an air of confidence, and the determined look on his face also made his words more convincing.
Especially when he mentioned doing a carbon 14 test, both Shen Zixi and Huang Pinqing had a look of uncertainty on their faces. As for the middle-aged man, his face became uncontrollably ugly.
"Sir, what do you mean?"
After hesitating for a moment, Shen Zixi asked the middle-aged man. Now, she was not sure whether this thing was real or fake, so she decided to take the opportunity to test it out.
"What are you testing for? If something is damaged during the testing process, who will bear the responsibility? I see that you guys are messing around and don't want to buy it!"
Hearing Shen Zixi's words, a look of anger suddenly appeared on the middle-aged man's face. As he spoke, he snatched the snuff bottle from Xue Chen's hand and turned around to walk out of the store.
Looking at the back of the middle-aged man, Huang Pinqing's face had completely turned ugly and embarrassed.
Carbon 14 testing will not cause any harm to the items being tested. Anyone who knows a little bit about this will know that the middle-aged man refused to test and reacted so aggressively, which is enough to prove that the snuff bottle is indeed fake.
The fact that the snuff bottle was fake meant that he had made a mistake. This was not a good thing for him.
While feeling depressed, Huang Pinqing set his sights on Xue Chen. He really couldn't figure out why this kid who only knew a little about antiques suddenly became so powerful.
Shen Zixi also cast the same gaze at Xue Chen, but in addition to surprise, her gaze was also mixed with some surprise and appreciation. She vaguely understood why her father kept Huang Pinqing's nephew out of the house, but left her Xue Chen stayed.
"If there's nothing else, I'll go to work first." Feeling uncomfortable looking at the two people's eyes, Xue Chen couldn't help but touch his nose and said.
"In the future, if someone comes to the store to sell something, you and Mr. Huang will look at it together and discuss the bid." Shen Zixi's heart moved and she said.
She wanted to know if Xue Chen's eyesight was as good when it came to appraising other antiques.
After hearing these words, Huang Pinqing's already ugly face suddenly turned livid. He guessed that today's events might threaten his position, but he didn't expect it to happen so quickly.
In the past, he was the only appraiser in the store, and he had the final say in all appraisal matters. Now, a boy in his twenties was placed on an equal footing with him. Not only did he feel disgusted, but he was also afraid that Xue Chen would cut off some of his support. Yu Daxing’s black income.
Huang Pinqing was depressed to death, but Xue Chen felt very happy, with a happy smile on his face.
After all, becoming an appraiser has been his long-standing dream. Now that this dream has come true, he can't help but feel a little unable to control his emotions.
"Don't worry, boss, I will work hard." Xue Chen said with a smile and turned around to leave.
"We have to find a way to teach this kid a lesson." Looking at Xue Chen's back, Huang Pinqing's eyes flashed with deep resentment.
In the evening, after finishing his day's work, Xue Chen walked towards the largest antique market in Haicheng City.
During this day's work, he looked at seven or eight things one after another. These things may be real or fake, but whether they are genuine or fake, the ancient jade on his body can make an accurate analysis and judgment.
Especially when he identified the authentic product, the feeling that his whole body was surrounded by an extremely comfortable aura made him feel extremely happy.
And with constant practice, Xue Chen also gradually mastered a rule for identifying mysterious ancient jades and antiques.
Among genuine antiques, the older and more valuable the antiques are, the stronger the comfort feedback will be to him. On the contrary, those antiques that are not very old and have only average value will not give him too much comfort. of comfort.
The definition of this sense of comfort is completely proportional to the overall value of the antique itself. He can completely use this and combine it with his own experience to price goods that have been authenticated by ancient jade.
Pricing is another essential skill for an appraiser in addition to judging authenticity.
In addition, through this day's research, Xue Chen clearly felt that after being wrapped in that kind of comfort for a long time, his body was much lighter than before, and the fatigue of staying up all night had disappeared.
This also made him vaguely feel that this mysterious ancient jade on his body should hide more functions and secrets.
However, the most important thing now is to use ancient jade to find treasures. With such a treasure, if you don't seize the time to use it, it would be a waste of resources.
In the office on the second floor of Daxing Pawn, Shen Zixi looked at Xue Chen's back through the window, picked up the phone and called her father.
She had seen everything Xue Chen did that day, and she felt that she needed to tell her father about him.
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The antique market in Haicheng City is very lively even at night. The streets are crowded with people, and the sounds of hawking and shouting are constantly heard from the stalls on both sides.
Xue Chen, who was walking on the street with a smile on his face, kept searching for treasures that could make him feel comfortable with the help of ancient jade.
But what made him a little disappointed was that after more than ten minutes, he didn't even find a treasure worth selling.
"Boss, can you make this painting cheaper? For five thousand yuan, how about I take it?"
Just when Xue Chen felt a little disappointed, a somewhat familiar voice suddenly came from not far ahead.
Xue Chen subconsciously turned around and saw a fat man wearing gray cloth trousers and a short-sleeved mandarin jacket. He was about 1.7 meters tall and was standing in front of a stall selling calligraphy and painting. A lean stall owner with a slender horse face was discussing the price.
In his hand, he also held a painting that looked to be quite old.
"Wang Dong? Is this guy coming out to take advantage of you again?"
Looking at Fatty Wang's chubby figure, Xue Chen frowned.
Wang Dong was his best friend when he was in college. Both majored in archeology. After graduation, he went to Daxing to work as an apprentice. Wang Dong opened a business in another prosperous area of Haicheng because of his good family conditions. He opened his own shop and started an antique business.
However, this guy's appraisal level is much worse than before he got the ancient jade. This store has been open for more than half a year, not to mention not making a penny, but even losing a small hundred thousand in compensation.
But this guy is still stubborn. He would rather lose money than stick to this business, and insists on doing his own appraisals, never hiring an appraiser.
Over time, he actually gained some fame in the antique business in Haicheng. However, this reputation was gained from the fact that he bought fakes too many times.
But Wang Dong doesn't think this is a shameful thing at all. Sometimes when the business in the store is not good, he simply closes the door and "taobaos" himself in the largest antique market in Haicheng, going back and forth. The vendors also looked familiar to him.
The vendors also particularly like Wang Dong to buy things from them. After all, people like him who are not satisfied with a bottle, hang around half a bottle and are not short of money are best fooled. (To be continued)