If others say it, the people present will definitely not believe it easily, but the person who said this, Wan Shiming, is the big boss of Tianyige Antique City and the president of Pingyuan City Antiques Association. How can such a person be mistaken?
, can you lie?
After understanding this, people around him reacted in different ways. The vendor who was the first to sell hand-pressed cups seemed to be stunned and slapped himself twice with such force that both sides of his face were covered with pain.
It was swollen, and he obviously hated himself for being blind and missing the treasure.
The father and son who originally bought it but insisted on returning it seemed to be stupid. The father slumped down on the street, while the son stood aside with a pale face and his whole body was shaking.
The people who were watching the excitement just now were completely silent, especially those who said that Xue Chen was hired by the vendors. They wanted to stick their heads in their crotches, it was so embarrassing.
There are also people who say that the light from the cup in their hands almost blinded their eyes and they turned their faces away in shame, their faces burning with pain.
Although this matter had nothing to do with Wan Tianliang, when I saw that Xue Chen actually picked up a huge leak at the exchange meeting hosted by his family, I felt sour, unconvinced, and aggrieved. If it was an ordinary leak, he
There wouldn't be such a big reaction, but it was a Yongle blue and white porcelain cup, and it made my whole body numb just by looking at it.
As the host of a treasure appraisal program, Wang Ke has a thorough understanding of the Yongle blue and white hand-pressed cups. Someone once brought such a hand-pressed cup to his program for appraisal. The final result was obvious.
The expert sentenced him to death, and he smashed it with a small hammer.
He remembered clearly what an expert said to the treasure holder: "There must be three Yongle blue and white hand-pressing cups that exist now. You are the fourth. If it is an old one, it would be great."
The implication of this statement is obvious, this thing of yours is fake.
When the hand-pressed cup returned from Wan Shiming's hand to Xue Chen's, countless eyes moved with it. It could no longer be said that they were envious, but they simply wished that they were the one who bought it for eight thousand yuan.
“Mr.
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Xue Chen looked indifferent and did not answer the question, but said: "President Wan, it's nice to meet you. I have something else to do, so I will go back first."
"Mr. Xue, wait a minute." Wan Shiming stopped Xue Chen, looked around, and said in a voice that only two people could hear, "Why don't you come and sit at my place, and then I will send someone to drive you back to the hotel.
, there are so many people here, I’m afraid it would be inappropriate for you to leave like this.”
Xue Chen understood what Wan Shiming meant. What he was holding was not a hand cup, but an astonishing fortune. It could be said that even if you rob ten cash transport trucks, you might not be able to buy this Yongle blue and white hand cup.
Money and silk attract people's hearts, let alone a treasure with a sky-high price. Even ordinary people will be tempted and have evil thoughts. There is no guarantee that someone will take risks.
But he really wasn't worried about this, because most people holding pistols posed no danger to him. It would be much more difficult to snatch something from him than to rob a bank.
After thinking about it for a moment, he agreed to Wan Shiming's invitation in a good-natured manner. After all, it was better to do less than to do more. If someone really robbed him without the foresight, he would have to fight back, or he might have to alert the police, which would make things more troublesome.
Seeing Xue Chen leaving with Wan Shiming with the cup in hand, the fellow street vendor and the father and son all appeared in front of them.
Seeing these three people standing in front of him, he glanced calmly and said unhurriedly: "You three, what's the matter?"
The vendor spoke first, rubbed his swollen face, and said quietly: "Little brother, the thing is in your hands because you have the vision and the fate. I have nothing to say, but for the sake of it,
For the sake of fellow Yunzhou fellows, can you give me a red envelope and make me feel better? Now I almost want to jump off the building."
"Where are you two?" Xue Chen looked at the father and son again.
The son turned pale and remained silent, while the father pursed his lips and said loudly: "You can't just leave and return the hand cup to me. At that time, my son and I were deceived by you!"
"Did I deceive you?"
I’ll give you the cup back and tell me.”
The man just regretted it to death. He didn't want to miss the opportunity to get rich. He was talking nonsense and couldn't explain the truth clearly because it didn't make sense at all. He was panting for a while, but couldn't say a word.
Without looking at the father and son, Xue Chen casually took out four or five stacks of money from the Jade Eye Space and threw them to the vendor: "Take the red envelope."
The vendor took the money, and at a glance it was 40,000 to 50,000 yuan. Although it was very different from the value of the hand-pressed cup, it made him feel better at least, and nodded towards Xue Chen: "Thank you, little fellow.
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As for the father and son, Xue Chen ignored them and followed Wan Shiming towards Tianyi Pavilion. The two people also stood there blankly, with regretful expressions on their faces.
Xue Chen didn't feel any pity for the father and son. Some decisions were made by himself, and he had to swallow the fruits he produced, whether they were bitter or evil.
Xue Chen walked well and attracted countless eyes along the way. It can be said that everyone has remembered this face and the name Xue Chen. When they tell their friends in the future, they will not believe it.
“Mr.
asked.
The people following him all looked at Xue Chen with confused expressions on their faces. Normal people would definitely not say it was real when they saw the hand cup, but would find a way to get it quietly through some means.
, how can you just say that something is old openly? Normal people would never do this.
Xue Chen did not explain why he did this, but just smiled and said playfully: "Those are not important. What is important is that the thing is in my hands now, isn't it?"
Wan Shiming was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "It makes sense, it makes sense."
Now he finally understands that his son is so good and can be educated. Now he really understands that, apart from anything else, he knows that his son is not as good as the young man next to him in terms of concentration alone.
If my son accidentally picked it up and got a Ming Dynasty Yongle blue and white hand cup, the situation would definitely be different.
After entering Tianyi Pavilion Antique City, Xue Chen followed Wan Shiming to the reception room and sat down one by one.
Xue Chen casually placed the cup on the small table beside him and drank two cups of tea.
Wan Tianliang couldn't help but keep looking at the cup in his hand, and the expression on his face kept changing back and forth, and finally turned into a silent sigh and regret, why not him?
Not only Wan Tianliang, but also several people present could not help but look at the hand cup many times. It was really too rare and too precious.
"Xue...Mr. Xue, can you show it to me?" Wan Tianliang took his eyes away from the hand cup and asked Xue Chen. His expression was so unnatural and he felt a little lowered, but he was really very
He wanted to hold it in his hand and see it with his own eyes. This might be the only opportunity in his life to play with the precious Yongle blue and white hand cup up close.
"Of course, please do." Xue Chen nodded casually.
Wan Tianliang walked over and carefully took the cup in his hand. He sat back and admired it carefully. When he saw the almost new luster on it, he twitched the corner of his mouth. Who would have thought that this was a piece of art six hundred years ago?
The porcelain? It looks like it was just released from the kiln in recent years, and it's the kind that hasn't been used much.
Wang Ke also looked at the side and smacked his lips. He couldn't hide the admiration on his face. How could he not be envious? The value of this thing alone, if nothing else, he couldn't buy it with all the money he had worked hard for all his life.
Come on, this is something that only the top players in the country can afford.
Now that it was clear that this was true and he had a conclusion, Wan Tianliang pushed back the conclusion and made an appraisal based on his own experience and knowledge. Sure enough, all the conditions were met.
The enamel on the surface, the color of the pigments used to wrap the pattern, the antique-style chemical work... all prove that this object is indeed genuine, and there is no flaw to be found, except for the strong luster.
Watching his son admiring the hand cup, Wan Shiming put down the tea cup in his hand: "Tianliang, did you hear what the vendor said just now? This hand cup was obtained from an oil jar buried in the soil.
Yes, this should be the reason why it is brand new. Experience is dead, but people are alive. You must learn to think and adapt."
Being lectured by his father in front of so many people made Wan Tian feel a little uncomfortable in his conscience, but there was nothing he could do about it, his father had this character.
The leading figures in Pingyuan City's antique circle present also echoed twice, saying that what Wan Shiming said made sense and that he had learned from it.
Xue Chen sat there for about half an hour, got up to say goodbye, and went downstairs with the cup. Wan Shiming took him directly to the back door, arranged a car, and left like that.
Seeing Xue Chen leaving in the car, the others were still sighing.
Wang Ke asked Wan Shiming: "Mr. Wan, the market price of this Yongle celadon hand cup..."
Even others looked over, waiting for Wan Shiming's answer.
But Wan Shiming did not rush to answer, but said an ancient text: "If I make a hand-pressed cup in the Yongle year, it will have a flat mouth, bend the waist, and the bottom will be slippery with sand. There will be two lions rolling a ball in the center." Made in the Yongle year of the Ming Dynasty
"Six-character or four-character seal script, as thin as a grain of rice, is the top grade; those with a mandarin duck heart are the second best; those with a flower heart are the second best. The blue and green flowers on the outside of the cup are deep and emerald, and the style is exquisite. It can be handed down for a long time, and the price is also very high." (To be completed.)