Back in modern times, Wang Xu felt a little uneasy.
After thinking about it carefully, I found nothing. I just thought that I was overthinking it. Young people should still believe in science.
"Big profit, big profit." Withdrawing his mind, Wang Xu closed the shuttle door and looked at the two treasures with a silly smile.
Incense burners from the Ming Dynasty and famous paintings from the Northern Song Dynasty are all heirloom treasures.
He didn't know much about antiques. Now that he was back in modern times, he quickly checked online.
When I opened my laptop, the first thing I looked for was Dong Yuan’s pictures of autumn mountains and mist.
In his impression, landscape paintings by famous artists should be worth more than incense burners.
After all, little is known about incense burners, but paintings by Tang Bohu and Qi Baishi have been sold at sky-high prices.
"Damn, how could this happen!"
It doesn’t matter if you look it up. The information about the Akiyama Misty Rain Map is indeed available on the Internet, but it is collected in the History Museum in Singapore and has crashed.
What should I do? This is a big joke.
Wang Xu can be sure that no matter where he takes the Autumn Mountains and Misty Rain painting in his hand for appraisal, it is 100% authentic.
However, there cannot be two authentic paintings of Autumn Mountains and Misty Rain in this world.
If you think about it with your toes, if two words are put together, one counts as the other, and all experts and scholars will be confused.
But having said that, does Wang Xu dare to compare the authenticity with the fake? He doesn't dare. Three generations of his ancestors have been poor farmers. Now the business of the bad guy has just started. If he exposes the picture of Autumn Mountains and Misty Rain, he will cause trouble for himself.
"Enter the village quietly, don't let anyone shoot you!" Wang Xu's heart was full of melancholy. He looked at the picture of mist and rain in the autumn mountains in his hand and tore it apart fiercely.
...squeak...
The scroll was torn into two in his hands. Wang Xu exhaled for a long time and hummed: "What a relief!"
After finally getting two treasures, one of them crashed into a car. Who can say that he doesn't feel sad.
Wang Xu doesn't like it if it is sold as fake.
If you really want to sell it, others are not fools. If you put the picture of Autumn Mountains and Smoke and Rain in a museum, some people will believe you are an idiot. If you don't do it, big trouble will happen.
Simply, don't stop doing it and tear it up...
Wang Xu moved his hands up and down, and the picture of Autumn Mountains and Misty Rain was torn to pieces in his hands.
Not to mention, destroying something worth tens of millions can really arouse people's desire for destruction.
Wang Xu felt very happy. No wonder many people clearly know that it is wrong to write about such a trip in civilized monuments, but people who do this are still common.
"A painting can crash a car, but an incense burner can't."
After tearing up the picture of mist and rain, Wang Xu's anger subsided and he was no longer depressed. He sat down again and started searching.
This time, nothing embarrassing happened, and he quickly found an antique website.
On the website, there are many incense burners listed for sale, with prices ranging around hundreds of thousands, and a few reaching more than one million.
Looking at the age, there are quite a few from the Qing Dynasty, quite a few from the Republic of China period, and there are also modern high imitations.
Wang Xu picked up the Wenwang lotus stove and compared it with the one on the antique website. He found that it was older and the workmanship was more exquisite.
If you compare it with the website, the price should be several million, but I don’t know if this website sells antiques or not.
"I contacted Penguin, now it's easier." Wang Xu checked the website and tried to talk to the shop owner.
The owner's response was very fast. He just applied for a friend here, but he got approved in less than two minutes and even sent him a smiley face.
"Excuse me, do you collect antiques there? I have an incense burner here."
"Hello, what year is this incense burner? Have you ever authenticated it?"
Looking at the message sent by the other party, Wang Xu thought there was something wrong and quickly replied: "I have identified it privately and it is an incense burner from the Ming Dynasty. Its full name is Wenwang Lotus Incense Burner. It looks very beautiful. I will send you the picture for you to take a look at.
Whatever it’s worth, I’ll sell it to you if it suits you.”
beep beep...
He took a few photos with his camera and sent them to the other party.
This time I waited longer. It took about ten minutes before the other party sent a reply: "It looks good. Bring it to me. If it's true, I'll give you 200,000."
"200,000!" Although Wang Xu didn't know the price, he believed Yu Zecheng knew.
Yu Zecheng said that this incense burner is worth 8 pieces of gold and the smoke and rain picture is worth 16 gold pieces, which means that the value of the incense burner is almost half of that of the smoke and rain picture.
He has already seen the picture of Smoke and Rain in Autumn Mountains on the Internet. It is sealed in the Singapore Museum. It is a treasure of the museum, and the price may exceed 100 million.
The incense burner is half of the price of Yanyu Tu. Even if it is not worth 50 million, it should be worth 10 million.
200,000, how did this price come about? Is it a mortgage?
"I have appraised this thing. Experts said it is very valuable. Is 200,000 too little?" Wang Xu has not found an expert to appraise it, but the underground party must have studied it.
Moreover, the items in the antique shop don't look as good as his, and they only cost more than one million yuan.
There is no reason. Things from the Ming Dynasty are cheaper than those from the Qing Dynasty. Let’s just sell them at Republic of China prices.
"That's too little!"
The owner of the antique shop sent a crying emoji and said: "Brother, if you just look at the photos, my quotation will definitely not be high. If you really want to make a move, come to me and I will give you a slap in the face."
Eyes, let’s add it all together.”
A series of addresses were sent over by the other party.
Wang Xu lowered his head and saw that it was not close. It was in the next province and it would take five or six hours to get there by car.
If he goes now, he won't be able to come back tonight, and he doesn't understand antiques. It doesn't seem safe to go there alone with millions of antiques.
"Yu Zecheng's side is still waiting for my penicillin. This is what I agreed to do. If I'm late for a minute, I might lose a few lives. In this case, I'll push the antique in advance. Anyway, I have the thing in my hand.
"It doesn't matter whether it's one day early or one day late." It's true that Wang Xu wants to get rich, but it doesn't mean that if he doesn't get rich tonight, he will die tomorrow.
It's too late to go to Lin Province now, so let's wait for another day and deal with Yu Zecheng's affairs first.
With his goal in mind, Wang Xu didn't delay and planned to go to the county seat.
In the county town, Wang Xu had an old classmate, and his father was the director of the county hospital.
Wang Xu doesn't have much money left. After all, it's less than a thousand yuan.
Considering the relationship between the two parties, I guess there is not enough money to do this.
After all, the relationship between classmates is not like in novels, where everyone is good and can have both sides.
If it were Na Tie, people like Ma Jiajue and Yao Jiaxin, they wouldn't appear in society.
That old classmate in the county town, Wang Xu had some friendship with him, but not very well. At most, we could talk to him and call him by name.
To be on the safe side, Wang Xu first went to Zhou Qiang's house, intending to get two thousand yuan for an emergency.
The normal price of one hundred penicillins is one thousand yuan. Including treating guests to dinner, two thousand yuan should be enough.
Thinking of this, Wang Xu felt a little lucky.
Fortunately, Yu Zecheng didn't pay a deposit and didn't do everything himself.
If you blow it into 1,000 or 10,000 pieces without getting rid of the Wenwang lotus stove in your hand, you probably won’t even be able to get the money to buy the medicine.
"Brother Zhou, are you at home?" Brother Zhou is the man who shows Wang Xu the door. He is famous for his warm-heartedness.
Zhou Qiang is a philanthropist, but his family is not wealthy.
A fence over one meter high enclosed a vegetable garden, and the house only had two rooms, not even a concierge.
By chance, Zhou Qiang didn't go out today. When he heard Wang Xu's voice, he quickly poked his head out of the window: "Who is it?"
"Me!" Wang Xu greeted and went over, explaining his intention to Zhou Qiang.
After hearing that it was a loan, Zhou Qiang agreed after thinking about it for a while.
Wang Xu is not a homeless person. He has an orchard on the mountain and has no gambling habit.
If Wang Xu borrows this money, he can't run away. Besides, the two thousand yuan can only be used for emergencies, and he doesn't have to worry about whether he will pay it back or not.
"Brother Zhou, there are ten miles and eight villages around, and I will obey you. I won't use this money in vain. If there is a chance to make a fortune, I will definitely give you a hand." The security door that can be passed through was given by Zhou Qiang.
I didn't ask for any money, it was just a hundred dollars' help.
This time, when Wang Xu was short of money and had an emergency, the first person he thought of was Zhou Qiang, which all shows that this person is reliable.
Now, the matter of King Wen's lotus incense burner is just the beginning for him. When the business starts, this favor will have to be repaid.
"Come on, give me a hand and tidy up your orchard first!" Zhou Qiang was so happy that he didn't care. He didn't know that Wang Xu, despite the fact that he didn't have any money, was actually different from what he used to be.
As the saying goes, you should treat each other with admiration after three days apart, no longer like Amen under Wu...