Live Appreciation, Congratulations to Brother

Chapter 63 The Ocean of Bronze Ware
"50 is indeed a bit high. They are all acquaintances. Please give me a price."

Teacher Huang glanced at the statue of Arhat and knew that it was a common shape of Arhat in Qing Dynasty.

He and the stall owner were both half acquaintances, and the other party still offered 50 yuan as soon as they came up, indicating that there was a high probability that the thing was real.

Depends on how much the premium is.

"To be honest, this is a boxwood carving from the Three Dynasties of the Qing Dynasty. It was appraised by experts."

"Things are really what my father wants to use."

"But he always likes to light incense and candles in front of these Buddha statues, and my wife hates that kind of smell. As a result, I get scolded every day."

When the stall owner said this, Zhang Yang raised his head and glanced at the other party.

This elder brother is already bald, he may be a 40-year-old middle-aged man, or a 30-year-old laid-off programmer, no matter what, the story sounds very true.

"If you really want it, for Brother Huang's sake, the price is 8 yuan."

"Not even one point less."

"The money in that bottle, or just wipe it off?" Teacher Huang pointed to the blue vase that Zhang Yang picked out.

The stall owner let out a hiss, remained silent for five seconds, and gritted his teeth: "Okay, wipe it off, please give this statue of Arhat an authentic Kangxi blue and white porcelain vase."

"How is it?" Teacher Huang turned around and asked the duo who wanted to buy this statue.

Wang Jianye subconsciously turned his head to look at Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang looked down at his phone.

"Shi Tianzhang, eighteen arhats carved in boxwood wood, the transaction price is 118 million."

He glanced at the message floating on the wood carving again:
"Detailed information: The works of Shi Tianzhang, an imperial engraver of Yongzheng, are exquisitely crafted and used to be exclusively used by the royal family."

On the statue of Arhat Mountain, there are a total of 118 arhats, which sold for [-] million, which is equivalent to the value of each small arhat above [-].

Now the statue of a single big arhat only costs [-] yuan, isn't it crazy to make money?

But Zhang Yang didn't smile at all.

These stall owners have seen thousands of buyers in the antique market. It is not an exaggeration to say that they have read countless people. He does not want to be "read".

When Wang Jianye stretched out his head to see what he was looking at, Zhang Yang said:

"I checked on the Internet, and the price of [-] yuan for a boxwood arhat carving in the middle of the Qing Dynasty is a bit false."

"Did you not search for lacquer gold?" The stall owner said solemnly.

"Let me see? It seems that there is no such thing."

Zhang Yang looked at the news of Jiashide [17th century boxwood lacquered golden arhat statue, sold for 2520 Euros], and nodded seriously.

"The lacquered gold ones cost a premium, and [-] yuan is already the market price."

The stall owner had an expression of "you are taking advantage".

"Really, think about it, you guys."

Zhang Yang nodded, and said to Wang Jianye pretending to give an opinion: "I think it's okay, and it can save the money for this bottle."

This brought a smile to the stall owner's mouth.

As for the actions and expressions of the few people just now, you look at me and I look at you. If he can't see that Zhang Yang is the one who can make the decision among the three, then he will live like a dog when he is old.

He thought to himself: Don't pretend, hurry up and pay.

Wang Jianye hesitated for a moment, as if he had something to say, but finally held back, and according to what he said before, obediently became the one who paid the bill.

"Would you like me to help you wrap it up?"

"No, just give me two pieces of waste newspaper, we pack it ourselves."

Teacher Huang took out the boxes and bags prepared in advance from the cloth bag in his hand.

He is knowledgeable, so he knows that asking merchants to help with packing is an opportunity for others to change the package, even if they are acquaintances, don't test human nature.

In case someone really prepared the same fake product and dropped the bag for you, by the time you find out, it will be dawn early, and the antique market will be closed by then, so you can only admit it.

This is the lesson of Mr. Huang's blood.

After packing his things and leaving the booth, Wang Jianye finally couldn't bear it anymore and asked Zhang Yang:
"This woodcarving, isn't it bad?"

"I can't lose, you can rest assured."

"Then what dynasty does your blue vase belong to?"

"It should be Qianlong's folk kiln. When you go back, let Master Wang take a closer look."

Zhang Yang said while holding the box containing the statue of Arhat.

With a wooden carving worth millions in his arms, who cares about those tens of thousands of folk kiln blue and white flowers!

To be honest, Zhang Yang feels that the purpose of coming today has been achieved.

It is worthwhile for him to get up at three o'clock in the morning to wash up.

But it's all here, so I still have to continue shopping.

Under the leadership of Mr. Huang, Zhang Yang collected some bottles and jars from the middle and late Qing Dynasty from other stalls and handed them to Wang Jianye.

He still held the statue of Arhat.

"Can we hire an errand runner!"

Wang Jianye felt that he couldn't move anymore.

He had already seen that the statue of Arhat in Zhang Yang's arms might be very valuable.

It was also because of this that it was difficult for him to ask Zhang Yang for help. What if someone else's one was worth his own?

"Come here, here comes the cart."

It was Mr. Huang who knew the way well and built a small cart.

"Huh~" Wang Jianye let out a long sigh of relief after unloading his burden.

He felt that he was resurrected with full blood, and immediately asked Teacher Huang: "Is there any stall that I haven't visited?"

Along the way, except for the jade stall, they have never set foot in it, and the trio has already seen everything else.

Teacher Huang thought for a while and replied, "There are still some bronze wares, do you want to see them?"

"Bronzeware? Punishment!" Wang Jianye nodded with excitement.

Zhang Yang turned his head and looked at Teacher Huang suspiciously.

"Teacher, even if it is real, we dare not buy it?"

The three of them came here as decent people, without masks or fake identities.

There are cameras all over the street, and it is not too much to say that they have a real-name system for shopping.

But bronzes are very special. Even if they were not unearthed in the last 70 years, they could easily be considered cultural relics.

Those that can be bought and sold privately in China are either "cooked pits" that can prove the source, or they are returned from overseas.

But for these two types, the fraud rate is close to 99.99%.

Usually, if you encounter a real one, there is a high probability that it is a "living pit", that is, it came out of the tomb.

That's too judgmental.

"You don't have to be afraid of this publicity. If it is true, we will naturally have a way to avoid risks." Wang Jianye said quite confidently.

As soon as he opened his mouth, Zhang Yang remembered that there was a museum curator standing beside him!Disrespect, disrespect.

Anyway, this trip was mainly to help the Wang family, and it was impossible to keep the bronzes in his hands, so Zhang Yang nodded in agreement:
"Then go have a look."

"It's also the first time I've come into contact with bronze wares offline, and I'm looking forward to it."

Under the leadership of Teacher Huang, the three of them went round and round, from the densely populated street, into the shadows, and turned into an alley.

There were guards at the entrance of the alley, but Mr. Huang went up and had a few conversations in Cantonese, and the other party let him go, and even agreed to help Wang Jianye keep the cart.

But it was declined by Wang Jianye. This is his job and no one else can take it.

After walking another seven or eight meters in the alley, my eyes suddenly brightened.

In the middle of the "handshake buildings" unique to Guangdong Province, there is a small courtyard, which is more spacious and lively than the streets outside.

The bronze wares that can be seen everywhere, the big Wuyang square bottle, and the ivory that is thicker and longer than Zhang Yang's arm all hint at the extraordinaryness of this place.

If this is all true, 5000 years in prison may not be enough for these people.

"I'm going to ask you to sell this wood carving, please keep it for me."

Zhang Yang resolutely handed over the Arhat statue to Wang Jianye, and excitedly turned to the ocean of bronzes.

　The monthly ticket statistics are already confused. I will check it out on weekends, and it will be updated on Sunday. Don’t worry.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)