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Chapter 117 Fake Antiques

With the opening of Xu Huizhen and Han Chunming's museum, many neighbors in the neighborhood are envious. They really didn't expect the antiques to be so valuable.They don't think about whether it is something that others have accumulated long ago, but feel that they can also pick up the leaks.There were a lot of ignorant people in the antique market, and they couldn't tell what was Ru kiln, what was firewood kiln, and what was Yuan blue and white.Anyway, after looking at the museum for a few days, I feel that I know how to do it.

After Cheng Jianjun heard the news, he felt that the opportunity he had been waiting for for many years had finally come.

He seems to have been quiet these years, but he has been preparing to imitate antiques.His current job in the Yamen is not very popular, and he went into business by himself, but because he has no business acumen, it can be said that he has lost a lot of money now, and can only rely on his old capital to maintain.

A few years ago, he started to visit the antique market, but it was all to learn how to distinguish antiques, to judge which age the antiques were from, and what kind of performance the porcelain of that age had.

Now the antiques he makes, if it is not an expert to see, ordinary people really can't tell whether they are ancient porcelain.

Although he saw a lot of antiques, it must look real to be fake, so he went to various museums to take pictures of the cultural relics, in order to imitate them so that they could be faked and sold better.

He made some new porcelain and wanted to sell it through people so that he could make a fortune.

On this day, in a restaurant with good privacy, Cheng Jianjun found some tomb robbers, in order to use their hands to put on a show and sell what he had.

Han Chunming was dragged by the neighbors to look at the antiques, but he could tell at a glance that they were all fake.

Uncle Guo even said directly: "How do you say this? I have collected these for decades.",

Han Chunming looked at Uncle Guo, knowing that people who play antiques don't want to admit that they have pierced their eyes, so he could only say: "That may be because my eyesight is stupid, so please leave."

At first, he didn't think there was any problem. After all, many people participated in the antique industry. It's not a bad thing for his neighbors to participate in it. Maybe he can find a good treasure.

However, he still underestimated his stimulation to them. When he returned home, he found that many people were holding so-called antiques to make her firm, but they looked like handicrafts, not even how old they were, but last week or last week. .

"Chunming, take a good look at it again, these are the bottom of the box."

"Yes, yes, you are an expert in this field, you must let us drink a bowl of soup if you eat meat."

"Yeah, help us take a look."

Han Chunming looked at them helplessly, and said, "Everyone, I'm only saying one thing. It's hard to tell if this good thing is real or not. Be careful in the future."

An old man looked at Han Chunming in disappointment, and asked, "It's hard to tell whether it's true or not. Are all the things we co-authored are fake?"

"Don't, don't, don't. I didn't say that this thing is fake. I just said that it is not easy for everyone to make money, so don't be fooled in the future. What I said is clear enough."

When the others heard this, they all understood what Han Chunming meant, and said disappointedly: "It's really boring, let's go."

"What kind of expert!"

Han Chunming's mother saw Han Chunming like this, and said with some distress: "Little Wu, this is not going to work, you have to figure out a way. Otherwise, let's move, or else the neighbors in this street, who do you dare to offend?" .”

Han Chunming hugged his mother happily and said, "If it's my own mother, we'll pack up and move to the building."

Han Chunming's mother saw that Han Chunming was so happy, and said, "Why, do you want to move upstairs so much? Did your wife urge you?"

"No, but their brothers and sisters have all moved upstairs now. Don't we want to live together and take care of each other?"

"Hey, you said how well your wife and her family get along, and everyone is capable and manages their own companies. I don't want your big brothers and sisters, you can ruin a good restaurant if you say it. If you hadn’t helped them all these years, they would have starved to death.”

"Mom, what are you talking about? I'm willing to help them. Besides, they took good care of me when I was young. I can't be ungrateful, right?"

"Little Wuzi, it's not a matter for people to identify antiques. You can ask your master and them to see what they can do."

"Okay, I see."

Zhao Shucheng was building his own museum when he saw his apprentice and future son-in-law come to see him.

"Chunming, why are you here?"

"Master, I found out that I did something wrong. Since the opening of the museum, many people have asked me to look good, but it's all fake. I can't say it clearly. After all, it's not appropriate to offend the neighbors."

Zhao Shucheng looked at Han Chunming, smiled, and said, "This is just the beginning, and there are still many troubles in the future."

"Then what should I do? Master? You can't let me avoid them all the time?"

Zhao Shucheng thought of those important things about antiques in his previous life, or the so-called experts on antiques, and said: "It's not impossible, if you don't want them to trouble you every day, you have to set rules, for example, how many antiques can each person look at at most?" , how much to charge and so on.”

"This is not to say that we are here to make money. The main thing is to let them know that appraising antiques is not free, and they will be a little more cautious next time they buy things. Besides, those antique experts also need to appraise things for appraisal fees. The purpose is to prevent my home from being blocked and unable to go out."

"You, if you come across someone who wants you to appraise antiques, you'd better tell them to drill holes. Believe it or not, it's their business. We can't leave them with unrealistic hopes, lest they go straight in." .”

"I know Master." Han Chunming agreed.

It's a pity that he didn't expect that the first person he would face would be his eldest sister.

Sister Han Chunming found a pendant from some unknown place. It looked like wood, but she knew it was processed by modern machines.

"Chunming, help everyone see if it's true?"

"fake?"

"Fake? Our neighbor bought it from a fellow villager on Mount Wutai."

While eating, Han Chunming said, "Everyone wants their own things to be true. They all make up their own stories, but who will believe them?"

Just as he was talking, his second brother also knocked on the door and came in, holding a piece of jade pendant, and said, "Little Wuzi, show me if it's true."

Han Chunming thought it was a fake at first, but after a closer look, he found that it was actually real.

"Where did it come from?"

"I found it at the gate of the glass factory."

Han Chunming looked at it and said, "Wait a minute, I'll get a magnifying glass to have a look."

After he took a closer look, he found that this thing was actually real, and he didn't dare to consider it as a small leak.

"Hetian jade pendant. How much did you get it for?"

Han Chunming's second brother asked, "Guess."

"One thousand yuan?" The eldest sister asked in a ignorant way.

"Ten dollars."

Han Chunming didn't expect to get it so cheap, and said happily, "Second brother missed it."

"Isn't it? It's not that you can't find any place to go through iron shoes. It doesn't take much effort to get here." After saying that, he hurried away, looking like he was continuing to collect antiques.

The elder sister said directly angrily, "I'm so mad."

Han Chunming said: "Calm down, calm down, it's a bit late to start collecting now."

Then the eldest sister said: "Oh, it's not because of you, you collect, and let everyone in our house, our yard, and our street look crazy. Mom, I'm all crazy."

Hearing this, Han Chunming thought of the things he had encountered these days, and said directly: "Announcement, my collection is closed."

"why?"

"I'm afraid you're going crazy."

Zhao Shucheng didn't know anything about Han Chunming, and he was strolling on the Antique Street. He saw that many antiques looked familiar, but they were of the wrong date. They were produced in the last month, but they were better than other imitations.

Inadvertently, I saw that Fan Jinyou was the one setting up a stall. I hadn't heard from him for many years, and now he was actually buying antiques.

"Old Zhao, you also come to see antiques. I remember you used to like these things very much. How about it? Which one do I like here?"

Zhao Shucheng glanced at it, and found that it was all handicrafts, and there were no real antiques at all, not even a history of thirty or forty years.

"Look around, I don't do these things now. But Fan Jinyou, why did you start messing around with these things?"

While wiping the antiques on his table, Fan Jinyou said, "What else could be the reason? The small restaurant is managed by the children. It's not that I'm idle, but I like these old things, so I set up a stall for fun. Why? So, let me tell you if you are interested, I will give you a cheaper price."

"No, most of yours are imitations. It's not interesting to collect them. The real ones are all kept in museums."

Fan Jinyou asked Zhao Shucheng curiously, "How do you know it's not genuine? Maybe it's the same as the one in the museum?"

"The imitation person probably has little knowledge of antiques. He doesn't know that the maker's spirit is on the porcelain, so the newly made ones have a different charm from the real antiques."

"What's more, he can only see the appearance of the porcelain in the museum, but not the details inside, and he can't even see the inscription at the bottom. If you don't believe me, you can look at the inscription, there must be some minor problems."

"But suddenly the most important thing is that this porcelain lacks the precipitation of time. Porcelain is generally more than a hundred years old, and then there will be cases of porcelain cracking. Of course, in the Ge Kiln of the Song Dynasty, there was a method of artificial cracking. But this kind of man-made filming is still different from the historical filming. I won’t talk about the specific difference, as long as anyone who has seen porcelain will know it.”

Although Zhao Shucheng said so, he was still curious as to who imitated these porcelains. Most of them belonged to the Palace Museum, but there were also some porcelains from his own museum, which seemed to have been processed recently.

(End of this chapter)