Live Appreciation, Congratulations to Brother

Chapter 281 Thank you Mr. Zhang (Supplement)
Is it so ritualistic?

Zhang Yang unconsciously took two steps forward, wanting to see what was in the box.

The answer to the mystery was revealed: it was a golden jewelry box with a lid, about the same size as a rice bowl.

There is a golden dragon sitting on the top of the box, with its head slightly raised, just at the position of the button.

Hold the faucet and open the box?
Zhang Yang feels that the people who make this thing are somewhat rebellious.

Around the dragon, six date-shaped sapphires are inlaid, which is suspected to be the craftsmanship of Baibao inlay in the Ming Dynasty.

"Is this Jin Lei Si?" Zhang Yang asked, looking at the mesh pattern on the small box.

"Yes, Mr. Zhang has good taste."

"Only a person like you can be the manager of the group purchasing department!"

Fatty Fu blew it, and Zhang Yang just pretended not to hear it.

When you open the lid, you can see the weaving lines on the base. This jewelry box is made of "gold silk + treasure inlay" craftsmanship, which is considered to be solid.

From a craftsmanship perspective, it is considered a top-notch artifact.

Such a complete box was woven with gold wire, and gems were inlaid on it... and most importantly, there was a golden dragon on the top.

This means that as long as this thing is genuine, it must be a treasure box specially used in the imperial palace during the Ming and Qing dynasties.

Fatty Fu was very excited when he introduced this golden silk jewelry box:

"Mr. Zhang, you don't know. I didn't recognize this thing as gold wire at first. I thought it was hollow."

"That guy quoted me [-] yuan. I was dumbfounded at the time. I thought to myself, we've been brothers for so many years, are you going to kill me?"

"But he explained to me the craftsmanship of tired silk, saying that it was a very miraculous technology of the ancients. Now only a few people in the country can imitate it. Only then did I understand how precious this thing is."

"With this craftsmanship and the gold itself, it's definitely worth 6 yuan, don't you think?"

Zhang Yang originally wanted to listen to the story and didn't want to express his opinion.

But the other party had to ask him one last question, right?
When doing live broadcasts, he is used to criticizing national treasures and helping others. Zhang Yang subconsciously replied:
"That's not true."

Fatty Fu was stunned.

The lady next to me reacted quickly and asked Zhang Yang:

"Isn't this made of golden silk craftsmanship?"

"It's tired wire, but it's made of silver wire and then electroplated with a layer of gold."

Zhang Yang sighed helplessly. It was not easy to see such a treasure, but he didn't expect it to be fake without any suspense.

Silver gold plating is very easy to verify, just scratch it and you will know.

"And the craftsmanship of tired silk is not as fantastic as you said. This kind of craftsmanship is rarely used now, probably because there are fewer emperors and flashy things are not popular."

Fatty Fu realized it later, with a look of disbelief on his face, and still asked:

"I was cheated? Really?"

"It's not a big problem, the liar has already entered." Zhang Yang comforted: "By the way, how many years was that person sentenced?"

"It was like two and a half years."

"That's enough. He defrauded 6 yuan and went to jail for two and a half years."

"But he didn't go to jail because he lied to me?" Fatty Fu looked confused.

"Just imagine it. Imagine that he was caught and imprisoned because he lied to you. Doesn't that make you feel better?"

Fatty Fu was silent for a while, and finally nodded:

"Thank you, Mr. Zhang. I feel much better indeed."

"Do you have any questions about this box?"

"No more." Zhang Yang shook his head, pointed to the first copper right he took out and asked, "How much did you buy this copper right for?"

"Let me see if the price you quoted is reasonable."

"Wait a minute, let me take a look." Fatty Fu flipped through the account book quickly: "This one is cheap, only two thousand five thousand."

"Two thousand and five thousand? Then wrap it up for me."

"Wrap it up? Mr. Zhang, what do you mean..."

Fatty Fu was a little confused. The woman next to him quickly kicked him in the face and said:
"Wrap it up in this silky jewelry box, okay? I think it's just the right size."

"Mr. Zhang, it's not easy for you to come here. This thing should be regarded as a meeting gift from us."

Are you so sensible?
Zhang Yang glanced at the woman appreciatively.

It's a pity that he is not asking for cards, and the other party will get the wrong idea.

He took the initiative and said: "I appreciate the kindness of the boss lady..."

"It's not the boss lady, Mr. Zhang, you misunderstood." Fatty Fu explained, "This is my sister-in-law."

"Sorry, what should I call my sister-in-law?"

"Mr. Zhang, just call me Xiao Shi."

"Okay, Miss Shi." Zhang Yang nodded politely: "I appreciate the kindness of you and Boss Fu, but in this box of things, I actually only want this one copper right."

"Huh? What about the rest?"

"Of course you have to digest it yourself. Some cultural relics that obviously have no collection value will rot in the group's warehouse if you hand them over to the group."

"The reimbursement thing..."

"I will advance the cost of this item for the group first." Zhang Yang replied: "For the others, you can contact Boss Cheng and his son."

"This, this, this..."

Fatty Fu pulled off his wig with some discomfort, revealing his bald head, and scratched it painfully twice.

Zhang Yang's words made his head itchy.

It's not difficult to find Boss Cheng. The question is, can he take care of things outside since he is in prison?
"But it wasn't like this process before!" He still wanted to struggle.

"It means there was a problem with the previous process, so the people who sold you things and the people who asked you to buy things all went in."

"The fact that you can still enjoy freedom now is simply the tenth wonder of the world."

Zhang Yang's analysis was well-founded, and the other two people present were convinced by him and could not refute it at all.

"Then what should we do with the five boxes left...?"

Ms. Shi became concerned about more practical issues.

Zhang Yang answered her: "I have to read each piece one by one before I can decide whether to accept it or not."

If it can reach the level of a third-level cultural relic, as long as the price does not exceed one million, he can "receive what is receivable."

After receiving this answer, Fu and Shi were speechless for a moment.

The two of them suddenly thought of a question:
What is the difference between this and selling things in a store and then publicizing them as ordinary customers?
Zhang Yang's answer is: Of course there is a difference. It is much cheaper to buy it this way now.

However, he also knows that he cannot take all the advantages alone, and must give the other party a little sweetness.

"You two actually don't have to worry about losing money. I have a plan that can help you make some money back."

Zhang Yang took out another business card. The owner of the business card was auctioneer Ding Qiang.

"You can put together a complete set of these antiques in the drugstore and put them on the auction block."

"The TCM enthusiasts present will definitely spend money to take pictures."

After Ms. Shi read the business card, her beautiful eyes stared at Zhang Yang's face, trying to read through this young-looking director.

Who is this handsome guy?
Zhang Yang's attention was on Fatty Fu.

The talkative person in this store is still this fat middle-aged man.

"Mr. Zhang, is this Ding Qiang yours?"

Fatty Fu was a little unsure and asked.

Zhang Yang smiled and replied:
"As a partner of the group, you can rest assured about the auction."

"As the director of the marketing and purchasing department, with my efforts, many auction houses have reached strategic cooperation agreements with the group."

Although Fatty Fu couldn't figure it out, why was the purchasing director of the Hedong Group contacting the auction house for selling fake goods?
But the business card information in my hand is very complete, and I can check it out with just one phone call. It doesn’t look like a scammer.

Having no other choice, he raised his hand to Zhang Yang:
"Then I'll have to rely on you, Mr. Zhang, to help make connections in the future."

...After giving Fatty Fu some ideas, Zhang Yang made an appointment with them to come back here at six o'clock tonight to see the remaining five boxes of things.

When these six boxes of things are almost done, let’s talk about continuing cooperation.

You have to eat your food one bite at a time, and you can't expect to become a fat man after eating it all at once.

After coming out of the antique store, Zhang Yang stretched out his arms.

I gained quite a lot. As expected, finding the right source of goods is the most important thing when doing antique business these days.

He separated from Xu Jie, who had just lost his love, outside the market, and took a taxi back to the hotel.

After resting for just four or five hours, Zhang Yang sat down on the appraisal table again with sleepiness.

But the first treasure that came up made him wake up instantly.

"What a beautiful clock!"

A desk clock that is half a meter high and [-] centimeters wide. The shape and color are quite luxurious.

It looks like a pavilion, with four gilt copper pillars and crystal glass inlaid on all sides.

The pendulum is inlaid with some diamonds, and the dial with Arabic numerals in the middle is also gilt, with blue and green colors on it, and there should be enamel work.

"Friend Bao, is this a family heirloom, or was it obtained at an auction?"

"Of course it's a family heirloom." The middle-aged treasure friend used his mobile phone to record the treasure appraisal process and asked Zhang Yang: "The family said that this treasure was passed down from the Qing palace at that time. Teacher, what do you think?"

Zhang Yang glanced at the other party's cell phone lens and smiled helplessly.

This is a clock produced in 1895. How could the emperor of the Qing Dynasty have the money to build such a luxurious clock at that time?

This Baoyou piece is most likely a Western clock produced in France at that time.

As for when it entered the domestic market, only Baoyou himself knows.

"Your statement seems doubtful to me at the moment."

"Let's discuss this precious thing of yours. How long will this clock last after you wind it up?"

"It should be eight days."

"What about the frequency of ringing the bell?" Zhang Yang continued to ask.

The most interesting thing about an old-fashioned desk clock is that it chimes the hour.

Although it is not as weird as in the cartoon, where a bird sticks out and makes a strange cry, but if the clock does not ring, it is equivalent to losing its soul.

"It seems like once every half an hour."

"That should be a modern French Western clock. The eight-day power is a characteristic of this type of Western clock."

Zhang Yang looked at the entire clock completely, and sure enough he found the writing left by the craftsman on the back.

He pointed to the characters that didn’t look like Chinese or English and said:

"You can look up what these words mean when you go back. If it is the work of a master watchmaker, then this thing is worth a lot of money."

"If it's not a masterpiece, how much would it be worth?" Baoyou asked.

"A conservative estimate would be more than [-]."

Seeing that the other party kept recording on his cell phone, Zhang Yang cut the estimate by 40%.

At this price, if you buy it, you will miss it, so there is no problem that Baoyou cannot sell it.

……

Maybe it was because the previous treasure friend had recorded the video, and the next treasure friend also asked Zhang Yang if he could record the treasure appraisal process.

"As long as it's not published publicly," Zhang Yang replied calmly.

Someone videotaped the entire treasure appraisal process. This may be a treatment that only recognized experts can receive.

When he was in Linhai and Yangcheng, he almost never encountered it, but when he arrived in Shenghai, he finally experienced such a feeling.

However, Zhang Yang is used to live broadcasts and basically never says the wrong thing, so there is no pressure at all.

"If I don't publish it, I'll just hide in bed at night and watch it secretly, laughing while watching it. Is that okay?" Baoyou asked.

"Huh?" Zhang Yang glanced at the other party in horror: "Friend Bao, something is wrong with you."

If the girl said that, he would understand. After all, he puts on makeup before starting work every day, and he is indeed very handsome.

But for a man in his early twenties to say that, it's a bit arrogant.

"Master Zhang, I am the representative elected by the fan group, and I am specially here to arrest you offline."

"If you don't believe me, just watch the barrage."

Baoyou pointed to Zhang Yang’s mobile phone that was live broadcasting, and the comments were:
[Which group of naughties is this? Come out and claim it]

[He is really not a slut, he is a rich guy from the Three Groups, who gives the anchor the effect of the show]

[Don’t force yourself if you don’t have a job, can you identify the treasure quickly?]

"The barrage asks you to take out the treasure quickly."

Zhang Yang stretched out his right hand and spread his palm.

Baoyou took out a jade pendant from the bag on his chest and placed it in Zhang Yang's palm.

"This is it."

"Emerald?"

Zhang Yang looked at the ornament in his hand. It was a piece of jadeite full of cotton, carved into the shape of a mandarin fish.

The carving is relatively simple, but judging from the carving marks, it should be purely handmade.

There is a hole in the fin part, and a copper ring is strung in the hole, probably for hanging on the body.

This kind of jadeite object should have been handed over to Teacher Bai for inspection, but for the sake of being a fan of his live broadcast room, Zhang Yang helped him identify it.

"Name: Jade Fish Chime"

"Material: Emerald"

"Production time: 1858 (the eighth year of Xianfeng)"

"Detailed information: This is a fish chime carved from natural jade. It is hung on a chime frame. It can produce a crisp and sweet sound when struck. It is an instrument used by ancient literati to please themselves."

Is this a chime?

Zhang Yang's first reaction was confusion.

He pinched the copper ring on the fish's back and let the emerald fish hang naturally.

The entire fish is indeed horizontal, which was obviously designed intentionally by the carver.

"Friend Bao, do you only have this piece of jade?"

"This is the jade pendant handed down from our ancestors. Teacher, what era do you think this is from?"

"First of all, this is not a jade pendant, nor is it an accessory hanging on the body."

Zhang Yang demonstrated how to use the things, asked Baoyou to take the key, and gently tapped the hanging fish chime.

"understand?"

"I understand." Baoyou nodded: "This thing is a clock, or a wind chime."

"Yes, perfectly avoids the correct answer."

Zhang Yang guessed that Baoyou probably didn’t know what a chime was, so he explained:
"This thing is called a chime. It should have its own stand, like a swing stand. Hang it in the middle."

"When the ancients got tired of reading, they would knock on it to give their hearts a brief moment of peace."

"Rack? Wait, teacher, I'll find a photo for you."

Baoyou seemed to have remembered something. He flipped through his phone and quickly displayed a photo.

Among a pile of old books and newspapers, there was a wooden shelf that looked like a mirror frame, which looked dirty.

What else could this shape be but a chime frame?
"This chime frame is nice. Judging from the color, it's likely to be rosewood, which is also commonly known as old mahogany."

"If there were no cracks in the old mahogany from the Qing Dynasty, the shelf alone could be sold for [-] yuan."

"Eh? Baoyou, what's wrong with you? Why do I see that your face is a little pale?"

(End of this chapter)