For a moment, Zhou Zichen became very interested and turned over and over to observe the pen holder in his hand.
This pen holder is fifteen centimeters high and about eight centimeters in diameter. The glaze is white, with only a pine tree painted on the surface. It is a very simple shape. The bottom is marked: Made in the Yongzheng Year of the Qing Dynasty.
To the naked eye, the deep glaze looks a bit like an old object, but in Zhou Zichen's eyes, it is a different scene. Both the soles of the feet and the cracks on the surface have been treated with weakly acidic chemicals.
There are even traces of wear and tear, and there are even chemical residues in some places. The signs of aging are too obvious.
He smelled it with his nose, and sure enough he smelled a chemical smell.
"Pfft!"
Suddenly, a chuckle came from behind.
Turning around and looking around, I saw several young people walking over.
One of the boys with gold-rimmed glasses pointed at Zhou Zichen and warned his accomplices, "I'm telling you, don't use this method when appraising treasures. It's too low."
One of his friends asked him: "Don't we all use chemicals to make things distressed? Smell-smelling should be regarded as the correct way to identify treasures?"
The man with glasses said angrily: "Objects that can smell chemical smells can be seen to be fake even with the naked eye. Isn't it superfluous to smell them with your nose? Let me tell you, the truly superb antique objects are usually made with special techniques.
How do you remove the chemical smell?
Only mastering the knowledge of cultural relics themselves is the best way to identify treasures. Don't use your nose to smell chemical smells like this idiot, otherwise others will know that you are a novice at a glance and they will try to trick you...
…”
The look he looked at Zhou Zichen was full of contempt.
Zhou Zichen stared at him: "Why are you talking? You are such an idiot!"
"Isn't it?"
The man with glasses sneered: "You don't know anything and you still want to pick up leaks. You are just picking up cabbage." He patted Zhou Zichen on the shoulder, "Beginner, as an experienced person, I would like to warn you that this circle is not that easy to mix.
Yes, you should study for two more years before going out to work. You are still far behind..."
Zhou Zichen was already in a bad mood. After being taught a lesson by someone as a "teacher", Zhou Zichen became very angry. He wanted to beat this guy, but when he saw several young people coming with the man with glasses,
They all looked at themselves, fearing that they would suffer a loss and did not dare to take action, but they couldn't bear this tone, so they glanced at him and said, "You seem to know a lot about this."
The man with the eyes smiled faintly: "I can't say I understand it very well, but after playing for a few years, I still know what it's about."
He spoke very modestly, but he couldn't hide the confidence on his face.
Zhou Zichen curled his lips: "There are too many people these days who only know how to talk on paper. When they talk, they are clear and logical, but when it comes to real things, it turns into bullshit. Seeing that you are not old, but your tone is very loud, be careful not to show off.
Tongue……"
The bespectacled man was obviously the kind of person who could easily get on with things. Seeing Zhou Zichen trying to talk things down to him, he immediately became angry, "What are you talking about? I've been playing with antiques for several years, how can I be the kind of fool who talks on paper?!"
Zhou Zichen said: "Who can't tell lies? I also said that I am Taishan Beidou in the antique circle. Who would believe it?"
The man with glasses became even more angry, "Do you dare to make a bet? Whoever loses will be your grandson, do you dare!"
Zhou Zichen was waiting for this, and raised his eyes: "What kind of gambling method?"
The man with glasses pointed to the stall outside: "Everyone buys one piece and sells it to the store. Whoever sells it for the highest price wins!"
"Okay, I'm afraid you won't admit it when the time comes!" Zhou Zichen said disdainfully.
"Whoever refuses to accept his responsibility will be hit by a car when he goes out!"
The bespectacled man glared at Zhou Zichen fiercely, "You just want to be your grandson!"
After saying that, he walked away and picked something.
Zhou Zichen curled his lips and walked away. The nearby stalls all knew that the two men had made a bet. When they picked something, they would definitely raise the price sharply. There was no way to do business, so they had to go far away.
Unlike the man with eyes, who picks things up one by one, Zhou Zichen scans them with his eyes, like a microscope, scanning every item, wherever his eyes pass, the surface of all antiques
They all showed pits, rust, cracks, painter's lines, blisters and other sights flashing through my eyes one by one.
There is no doubt that he picked things faster. Just when the man with eyes had just finished checking one third of a stall, Zhou Zichen had already scanned several stalls, but because he didn't see the real thing, he kept looking further away.
Walk.
Seeing how careless he was, the man with the eyes sneered again and again, feeling that he would definitely win.
Suddenly, Zhou Zichen stopped in front of a stall, squatted down, and took a porcelain basin in his hand.
This porcelain basin is blue and white, about 30 centimeters in diameter, about 15 centimeters high, and has a two-centimeter wide rim. The rim and the inner wall are densely painted with lotus patterns. The bottom is a flat surface for sleeping, and there are paintings in the middle.
There are two petals, and the petals are surrounded by lotus branches. The overall painting is rough and casual.
Zhou Zichen activated his mutated eyes, and the seemingly smooth surface immediately became pitted in his eyes. It could be clearly seen that some parts of the white glaze had fallen off, exposing the underlying carcass, which contained a large number of impurities. It seemed
Extremely rough.
Where the glaze has not fallen off, there are a large number of blisters, which are very irregularly distributed on the surface. Some of the blisters have changed color, and some have turned yellow.
The longer the blisters on the surface of ancient porcelain remain, the darker the color will be and may even appear broken. This is one of the recognized treasure identification methods.
Zhou Zichen found no traces of the use of chemical substances on these blisters, so he can conclude that this basin is genuine!
"Looking at the condition of the blisters, it should be from the late Ming and early Qing dynasties, but why is there no deposit?"
He was a little confused.
At this time, the stall owner's question sounded in my ears, "Young man, do you like this porcelain basin? Do you want it? If you want it, it will be cheaper for you."
"How much cheaper is it? Let me tell you, I understand this stuff. Don't ask for it from higher places. Just tell me the real price..."
In the end, Zhou Zichen bought the blue and white porcelain basin for one hundred yuan.
Then I took a porcelain basin and wandered around the stalls outside, and found two more genuine items, but they were both of poor quality and a bit damaged, so I didn't buy them anymore, and then returned to the old master's stall.
The man with glasses was already waiting there, holding a small colorful bowl in his hand. He glanced at the porcelain basin Zhou Zichen was carrying, which looked like an imitation, and immediately sneered disdainfully: "You're going to lose!"
Zhou Zichen counterattacked: "It's a mule or a horse. Sooner or later we will see the truth. Boy, just wait until you become your grandson!"
The two people snorted at the same time and walked towards the market.
The friends of the man with the eyes quickly followed.
There were many stores in the market, and the two of them found a store that specialized in porcelain and walked in.
Before the waiter could say anything, the man with glasses had already put the colorful bowl in his hand on the counter. "Is your master here? Let's see how much my Qing Dynasty colorful plum pattern porcelain bowl is worth."
The service staff in the store immediately knew that he was here to sell something and said, "Wait a moment."
Not long after, an old man in his seventies walked down from the second floor behind the service staff. He must be the treasure appraiser of this store. He glanced at the colorful small bowls on the counter and said directly: "Open the door."
Late Qing Dynasty, folk kiln, three thousand."
The man with the eyes was obviously satisfied with the price. He nodded, looked at Zhou Zichen, and said with a smile: "Why don't you take out your big blue and white basin and let the master take care of it."
Zhou Zichen placed the blue and white porcelain basin on the counter.
The old man is worthy of being a treasure appraiser. His eyesight is very strong. He gave the appraisal result in less than thirty seconds: "In the late Ming Dynasty, porcelain sold for export, private kiln, four thousand."
"What? Late Ming Dynasty?"
The bespectacled man's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
He couldn't believe it and said: "Master, are you really from the late Ming Dynasty? Did you make a mistake?"
The old man's face turned dark at that time, and he said displeasedly: "Old man, I have been in this business for more than 40 years, and I have never made a mistake. If you don't believe in my eyesight, you can go to other stores and have a look!"
The man with glasses looked uncertain.
In fact, he already believed the old man's judgment, but he really couldn't believe that he lost to a guy who looked like a beginner.
At this moment, Zhou Zichen's mocking voice was heard: "Grandson, call grandpa and come and listen."
Whoosh!
The bespectacled man's face instantly turned dark, and he looked like he had eaten shit. Not to mention how ugly he was...
"Fuck you!"
He turned around and walked out of the store, walking very neatly!
Zhou Zichen immediately cursed: "Robinson Sun, why don't you admit it? Why don't you just wait until you are hit by a car when you go out!"
The bespectacled man's accomplices looked embarrassed and a little at a loss. One of them hesitated for a while, then reached out and grabbed the colorful bowl on the counter.
Zhou Zichen slapped the boy's paw back with a slap, "Get out! I can't afford to lose but you still want to take something, why don't you show off!"
The boy glared angrily, and just as he was about to say something, he heard the man with glasses shout from afar: "I don't want that bowl anymore, it's easier for my grandson, let's go!"
Those accomplices had no choice but to leave the store in despair and chase the man with the eyes.
"Sun thief! Have a good trip! Grandpa won't see you off! Remember to keep an eye on the road and try your best to fight in the car..."
Zhou Zichen scolded for a while, and then he calmed down the anger in his heart, but he soon became happy and got a small colorful bowl for free, which cost more than 3,000 yuan, which was almost as much as his monthly income.
At this time, the old man at the counter asked: "Do you want to sell these two pieces of porcelain?"
"Sell it."
Of course Zhou Zichen won't keep it, and he doesn't collect it.
"Okay, Xiao Li, pay this little brother..."
The old man greeted the service staff in the store and went to the second floor, where the employee named Li immediately started trading with Zhou Zichen.
When Zhou Zichen came out of the porcelain shop, he already had an extra seven thousand red notes in his hand.
He was grinning so happily that he almost reached his ears, not to mention how happy he was.
More than seven thousand yuan. In the past, this would have almost caught up with his two months' income. But how long did it take?
Moreover, this is just a very ordinary piece of porcelain. If you find something good, wouldn't it...
"No wonder Grandpa Li always said that this industry is an industry where gold and blood are seen, and he told me not to touch it. I guess he has seen too many losers in this industry, but he never imagined that I would have the skills of an ordinary person.
It’s hard to have magical eyes. Others are afraid of mistaking them, but I don’t have to be afraid at all!”
Zhou Zichen clenched his fists in front of his chest and said excitedly, "I'm going to get through the muddy waters of this industry!"