Shengshibaojian

Xie Jingwen knew in her heart that the reason why her father landed in Xuanbaozhai early in the morning was nothing more than two points.

One is that they are worried that they will steal their treasure. The water in Old Ghost Street is notoriously deep. Many masters and experts have stumbled in it. The eyesight of Xie Jingwen and Shen Qiu alone is not enough to find leaks in it.

The second is the special reputation of Laogui Street. Many of the collections come from shady sources, such as private return from overseas, artifacts dug out by theft, or collections obtained by petty theft.

Any large-scale and prestigious antique shop will not blatantly go to Laogui Street to get goods.

Cao Donglai noticed that the eldest lady's expression was wrong, and quickly waved his hands to explain: "Miss! Don't look at me like that, I didn't tip off your business to the old shopkeeper. I don't encourage you to do this, but I won't do it either. Do such an outrageous thing!"

Xie Qiangsheng stared and said, "Is this still using Donglai to inform the news? Now all the antique dealers in Jiangcheng know that Xuanbaozhai spent 680 million to buy a big pot of Yongle! Look at what you have done !"

"dad……"

"Don't explain yet, take out the things first and I'll hold your eyes with your Uncle Cao first, and then I'll settle the score with you later!"

Xie Jingwen didn't dare to be negligent, and swiftly displayed the spoils of last night. The big Yongle blue and white jar looked extremely dazzling under the early morning sunlight.

Xie Qiangsheng and Cao Donglai put on gloves, a magnifying glass, and a hand-held instrument for identifying the age of porcelain respectively. The two walked around the blue and white pot, and finally each breathed a sigh of relief.

About 10 minutes later, Cao Donglai first put down the magnifying glass: "Miss, this big blue and white pot is the real one, which is a blessing in misfortune. Although the big pot of Yongle is rare, it is not enough to buy it for 680 million, and this Yongle The glaze color of the large pot is filled with fine grains of sand, which shows that this Yongle large pot is a genuine underground artifact!"

Xie Qiangsheng also took off his gloves immediately, and asked Kang Kai to put away his things: "Xiaowen, I know you are thinking about Xuan Baozhai's reputation, but what you do is tantamount to backfiring. Who is Li Jialong? Xiangjiang A famous collector tycoon, he has never seen any kind of treasure. A tycoon of this level is very taboo to touch bright objects, unless he encounters a rare rare treasure in a century. He doesn't like this kind of Yongle blue and white pot! "

"Dad... I... I know I was wrong..." Xie Jingwen pouted and bowed her head. She overestimated her vision too much, but she didn't know that the vision of the rich man Li Jialong was like a thousand mountains away from her.

Seeing his daughter bowing his head, Xie Qiangsheng didn't feel comfortable complaining anymore. He glanced at Shen Qiu, and he had already dealt with the plan in his mind: "It's not too late to know that it's wrong. I'll put the big pot of Yongle in the store first, and don't have to give it to Li. The tycoon saw it, losing money is nothing, what he fears most is embarrassment! As for this Master Shen..."

Shen Qiu's name, Xie Qiangsheng, has also been heard for a long time, especially the previous 800 million purchase of an ashes urn has become a rumor in Jiangcheng City. Even if he really has something special, this kind of person cannot stay in Xuanbao It is bound to have an impact on Xuanbaozhai's reputation. It is understandable for his daughter to be impulsive. As the old shopkeeper, he must deal with it decisively.

"Old shopkeeper! Old shopkeeper!"

Xie Qiangsheng was about to announce Shen Qiu's whereabouts, when there were bursts of noisy footsteps outside, a group of people poured in from outside Xuanbaozhai, led by two young masters from Antique Street, among them One is the master who tested Shen Qiu the day before yesterday, Mr. Zheng Tongfang, and the other has a bigger background, Song Qingfeng, who is 96 years old this year, Mr. Song.

Song Lao has profound attainments in porcelain and calligraphy and painting. No matter what age the porcelain is in front of Song Lao, you can basically see that there are many treasure appraisers on the antique street. And Song Lao's name, at least he can be ranked in the top three, and everyone who sees him has to bow his head and call Song Lao.

Headed by Mr. Song and Mr. Zheng, followed by the owners of other antique shops, they heard that Xuanbaozhai had received a large pot of high-quality goods, and they couldn’t help rushing over to watch the fun: "Master! I heard that your family has received a big pot of high-quality goods Big Yongle blue and white pot! I came here to take a look! It’s not easy! It’s not easy! The big Yongle blue and white pots on the market are basically extinct now! I didn’t expect to see big blue and white pots in Jiangcheng in my lifetime!”

"Yes! Old shopkeeper!" Mr. Zheng also said enthusiastically: "680 million is indeed a bit high at first glance, but this thing is so rare that it is expensive! In two years, it will definitely exceed this price, and it may double. !"

"oops!"

A bald boss behind Mr. Zheng complained all over his face. This person was the bald boss Qian who competed with Xie Jingwen last night: "I knew that the two masters valued it so much. I went bankrupt last night and I wanted to take it down! Xuan Baozhai is indeed a big shop, and the eldest lady is courageous!"

Xie Qiangsheng couldn't help frowning, the antique business is about making a fortune in silence, and more than a dozen people rushed in this morning, all for Yongle Blue and White, Yongle Blue and White itself is a dishonorable weapon, If this trouble was caused, wouldn't the whole Jiangcheng be full of wind and rain?

"I'm sorry, everyone...the store did accept a big pot of Yongle, but it's already in storage, so I'm really sorry, it's not convenient for everyone to visit!"

Cao Donglai took the initiative to decline and said, but was interrupted by Elder Song. The old man's face was clearly displeased: "The shopkeeper? This is your fault. We are happy for you when we receive good things, and there is no need to hide Yes, I am indeed very interested in Yongle blue and white, you just let the old man take a look! Pass the eye!"

"Old Song..."

Cao Donglai still wanted to refuse, but Xie Qiangsheng waved his hand and said, "Okay, since Mr. Song has already spoken, then take out the Yongle pot, and ask Mr. Song and Mr. Zheng to help me hold my eyes!"

Xie Qiangsheng made a gesture to ask Kang Kai to put the big pot of Yongle and other treasures collected by Xie Jingwen last night on the Eight Immortals table. Everyone's eyes were instantly attracted by the big pot of Yongle, Mr. Song and Mr. Zheng Surrounded me excitedly.

"Where is all this trouble!"

Xie Jingwen stood by the side with a worried expression on his face: "Usually I don't see them coming to see my baby, why did I receive big blue and white jars today, each one seems to have been poisoned! Shen Qiu... don't take my dad's words to heart , no matter what he says later, I will do my best to keep you! You are invited by me! No one can drive you away!"

Shen Qiu is still in a calm state of dealing with things, "Miss, don't mention my business, this group of people came this morning with bad intentions! Look at that boss Qian's expression, I have a hunch that there is going to be a good show!"

"It's not that exaggerated, is it? Mr. Song and Mr. Zheng are old friends of my father, and the other bosses are also acquaintances..."

Before Xie Jingwen finished speaking, Elder Song, who was in charge of appraising treasures, suddenly hesitated: "En?"

I saw Mr. Song bending over and holding a magnifying glass, looking at the bottom of the large blue and white pot with a hesitant look on his face.

"What's the matter, Mr. Song? What did you see?" Xie Qiangsheng stepped forward and supported Mr. Song who looked surprised.

"Old shopkeeper! There is a sentence that I don't know whether to say or not." Song Lao's forehead was dripping with sweat: "Let me ask you first, who is the owner of this big blue and white pot?"

The main eye, in this business, is to ask who makes the final decision, especially for such rare treasures, the person who decides the main eye is extremely important, and it is difficult for someone who is not experienced in many battles to take on this important responsibility.

"This one……"

Xie Qiangsheng naturally knew the seriousness of this sentence, if he told Mr. Song that this large blue and white pot was made by Shen Qiu, he would definitely be ridiculed, especially in front of so many people, it would really discredit Xuan Baozhai.

"Mr. Song! I know the one who makes the decision!"

Boss Qian was not polite, and told the truth straightforwardly: "This big Yongle blue and white pot was collected by the eldest lady and Shen Qiu on Laogui Street last night, and the person who finally set the price is Shen Qiu! It's him! Xuan Bao Zhai has just invited the Master Appreciation Master!"

Boss Qian pointed in Shen Qiu's direction, and Elder Song looked up at Shen Qiu: "Shen Qiu? Master Shen, who did you learn from? Which shop did you appraise treasures before?"

Before Shen Qiu could speak, someone from the surrounding bosses answered for him: "Old Song! You probably don't know it. Shen Qiu is a big celebrity in Jiangcheng! He lost 3000 million in three years! Dad is so mad! The urn was bought back as blue and white porcelain from the Yuan Dynasty!"

Hahahaha...