Live appraising treasures, I became a national treasure expert?

Chapter 1 Becomes a Smart Phone
The sun came out, but it was getting colder and colder. A wisp of smoke curled up and circled several times.The morning breeze blew over slowly, and the smoke rings scattered in all directions.

The smoke had burned to the letter, but Li Ding'an didn't notice it, he just stared at the archway above his head.

Panjiayuan Antique Market.

To enter, or not to enter?

Anyway, I still have to give it a try, otherwise how do I know if this thing that popped up on my phone is reliable?

With a flash of thought, the phone vibrated slightly, and a few lines of small words appeared in front of my eyes:
You have come to the antique market!

This is a paradise for scammers, and a paradise for counterfeiters!

Reason tells you, get out of here, or you will lose everything.But driven by desire, you took the first step to success.

Congratulations, lucky one!
Task: Under the witness of thousands of eyes, can you find a real antique from the vast number of fakes?

Newcomer experience package: 10 points for skill appraisal of all categories (special offer for jumping off a building, 1000 yuan for one point.).

Requirements: 12 hours.

Remarks: Depending on the popularity of the live broadcast and the value of antiques, related skills will be rewarded.

Please cherish this hard-won opportunity that is enough to change your life. For the lucky ones, start your journey of appreciating treasures!

Come on!

It's a piece of crap that asks for money, and it's quite young...

Just as he was sneering, his fingers suddenly hurt, and he subconsciously stuffed the cigarette butt into his mouth.

Bah, the burnt taste in my mouth...

……

The glazed tiles are covered with dust, and years of wind and rain have left countless spots on the green walls.The aisle is paved with old bricks, mixed with red and gray, like a beggar's new clothes.

At 08:30 in the morning, the unit has just started work, but the antique market is already crowded with people.

Those who visited the white market went in, and those who finished visiting the ghost market were ready to leave, stall after stall, heads next to heads.

"There is something that opens the door, boss, come and have a look?"

"Look at this patina, look at this volcanic red..."

"Tch, the one who added color later..."

The messy sounds made people's brains hurt, the lights in the shop were dazzling, and the objects on the stalls were so densely packed that they could not be counted.

Those pieces of celadon, Chinese jade, ancient coins, famous paintings... are like bright red banknotes, waving to Li Ding'an...

After thinking about it, he first paid 1 yuan, exchanged for ten identification skill points, and opened the live broadcast room.

"Li Anzhi, since I'm here, I'll be Anzhi...that's a good name, is it your real name?"

Li Dingan: "Network name!"

"What does the anchor do... Where is this place, the antique market?"

"Looking at the introduction is a live broadcast of appreciating treasures."

"Hey, is this Panjiayuan?"

"It seems to be, I just saw the archway."

"Then what are you waiting for the anchor, pick up the leak, the daily income is definitely not a dream..."

Ten million?

I have Cheng Jing's mobile phone in my hand, so I dare not think so.

"On the first day of broadcasting, I don't have much experience, so I'll show you around. I'm mainly doing appraisals. Of course, if there is a leak, I will definitely pick it up..."

"The voice sounds very young, can you do it? If you don't show your face, let us identify it first!"

Li Dingan: "Don't worry, he's super handsome!"

"You have to listen to the words on the Internet in reverse. I guess the anchor is the kind of ugly that makes people unable to eat."

"Ah... that's right!"

After three pairs in a row, Li Dingan turned on the microphone, put on his earphones, and looked around.

"Little brother, don't go in, our place is very suitable!"

The man was in his early thirties, with hair back, wearing a sky blue Tang suit, with an agate bead chain on his chest, and a string coiled in his hand, looking indescribably leisurely.

Looking at the things on his stall again, his quaintness was washed away in an instant.

"Brother, are you fashionable?"

"Isn't that right?"

The man picked up a statue of Avalokitesvara holding a cross, "The combination of Chinese and Western styles makes you invincible in the world. No matter which way he is evil, there is nothing that cannot be undone...It's not expensive, you can take a hundred!"

It's only as big as a cigarette case, but it's heavy to hold. It should be made of pure copper, and the workmanship is pretty good.

Li Anding held back a smile and took it in his hand.

Such a thing, as long as you have a long-term eye, you will know that it is a new gadget, so there is no need to spend skill points.

After playing with it for a while, he pointed to a servant carrying an AK, "What about this one?"

"It's resin, fifty!"

Really cheap.

Li Ding'an asked casually: "How is your business like, brother?"

"It's not bad, there is income every day. Of course, it can't compare with those that have not opened for three years and have been open for three years..."

"Have you ever heard of the kind that picks up leaks here, tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands?"

The boss's eyes were a little wandering, and he looked Li Ding'an up and down: "I listen to it often, and it's not new to hear hundreds of millions, but I've seen it with my own eyes... Anyway, I haven't heard it once..."

Enthusiastic?

"Thank you bro!"

He stood up and pointed to the Cross Avalokitesvara, "I'm in trouble!"

After scanning the QR code and paying, Li Ding'an played with the bronze statue and walked slowly inside.

Looking at his back, the boss shook his head.

How much did you drink, and did you still leak it?

Don't even look at where it is, even if you drive an aircraft carrier in, if there are still pants left when you come out, the big brother will have to call you a hero...

It's also a lot of fun in the live broadcast room.

"A combination of Chinese and Western, invincible in the world... This boss is talented!"

"What's even more talented is that the anchor not only bought it, but didn't even pay back the price!"

"You didn't realize it. That's the anchor thanking the big brother for his kind reminder. Anchor: Can you pick up the leak here? Big brother: Stop dreaming..."

"Haha, class means belonging!"

"I mean, the anchor really picked it up?"

"Don't miss it, I was slaughtered like a pig..."

Li Ding'an didn't care if he was listening to cross talk, and wandered around leisurely.

After walking more than ten steps, someone called him again.

"Boss, come and have a look!"

The owner of the stall is in his 40s and looks honest. He wears the work clothes of the Construction Engineering Group and a hard hat.

There are a lot of things on the stall, twenty or thirty bottles and cans, which seem to be newly dug, and many are still stained with mud.

Li Dingan sighed.

In this short ten meters, he has seen five farmers and three migrant workers.

This is the ninth.

Selling objects with mud, this is the fourth.

I don't know whether it's because he is too handsome, or the cross Guanyin in his hand is too conspicuous. These stall owners are more enthusiastic than each other, and there is no one who does not say hello.

If you stop and ask where the things on the stall come from, the stall owner will only be ambiguous and inexplicable, just say that it is a good thing, and then give you a few compliments.

Hehe, this is the capital city, if he dares to say that he just dug it from the ground, the police uncle will be there in minutes.

Are there any old items in it?
It is estimated that there are, but finding out is no less difficult than finding a needle in a haystack.

Furthermore, not all antiques are valuable, let alone older things are better.

The same is Daoguang Tongbao, some sell for five yuan, and some sell for fifty thousand.It is also ceramics, Yuan blue and white are worth hundreds of millions, but Han pots are only worth a few hundred...

Thinking wildly, he casually looked at the things on the stall, and when he saw one of them, his eyelids couldn't stop twitching.

What did you just say?

Yuan blue and white...

A blue and white porcelain vase, with a bald old man on it, sitting in a wheelchair-like cart, pulled by a tiger and a leopard...

Good guy, Guiguzi went down the mountain with a big pot?
At the Christie's auction in London 18 years ago, one was auctioned, and the transaction price was 2.3 million!

There was a second one at this stall?

He really couldn't hold back: "Boss, how do you sell this bottle?"

"five hundred!"

Startled, I thought he would ask for [-] million.

"It's high, one hundred!"

"One hundred? I don't even have enough money to buy soil..."

Or burn it yourself?

"That's it."

Li Ding'an continued to walk forward, only took seven or eight steps, and stopped again.

A fat man, wearing glasses, was nestled on a pony to watch the video, his thighs on the glasses were shaking like waves of flesh.

A mess of remnants were placed on the booth, including porcelain pieces the size of a palm, wood carvings with broken legs, New Year pictures with holes in them, and porcelain pots with missing spouts.

They are all tattered, but at a glance, they are much more pleasing to the eye than those dazzling new ones or the outrageous old booths.

And the price is clearly marked: there is a wooden sign on the stand, and a piece of paper is pasted on it: [-] per piece, no counter-offer...

From the looks of it, there should be a few old things.

Why don't you pick one and see if you can complete the task?

It is estimated that the system will not agree...

Seeing someone standing in front of the stall, the fat man looked up and looked down, then lowered his head and brushed his thighs: "Choose it yourself, there is no bargaining for three hundred pieces. After you pick it up, you can pack it yourself, Old Wang Dongtou, and sell the AK terracotta warriors. There are boxes..."

So casual?
Li Ding'an said hello, and picked up a broken flashlight.

The metal body of the cylinder is rusty, there is no battery, and the glass cover has long since disappeared.

A tiger head logo is printed on the waist.

Li Ding'an recalled the knowledge he had accumulated during this period, and remembered: the Tiger Head flashlight produced during the Republic of China was also the first batch of domestic brands.

It is indeed an old object, and it is estimated to be worth 80 yuan.

The system didn't respond, which meant that the task could not be considered as completed. Li Ding'an put it down again, and picked up a teacup with a gap in it.

The enamel is average, and you can tell by looking at the gaps that it is fired with ordinary clay at the mouth of an ordinary small kiln, and the craftsmanship is not very good.

Judging by the color of the suit, the age is roughly between Guangxu and Xuantong. If it is true, it should be worth a thousand or eight hundred.

Looking at the price again, it was still three hundred.

I can make some money.

Li Ding'an looked at it, felt that the color was a little strange, thought about it secretly, and sniffed it again under his nose.

Vaguely, there seemed to be a smell of excrement.

He froze for a moment and almost threw it out.

What is Guangxu Xuantong, it was made to survive for no more than three years, and then it was soaked in dung water to make it old.

No wonder the color is so right?

He picked up a third piece, a broken piece of porcelain.

The fourth piece is an enamel jar with a big red "loyalty" printed on it...

The fifth piece, the sixth piece... I don't know how many pieces I have seen, but the price is not in line with the real price. It is estimated that none of them cost more than two hundred.

But at least six or seven of the ten items are old items, which is much more kind than those stall owners who have one or two old items mixed in one hundred items.

No wonder this fat man is so casual?
After looking around, the system has not responded, and Li Ding'an is about to leave.

They all stood up, as if something dazzled their eyes.He narrowed his eyes and saw a silver-white bottle:

It is about forty centimeters long, with a small mouth and a big belly, rounded up and down.The bottom is also round, and there is a hole in it. It can't stand upright, so it can only be placed flat.I was afraid of rolling, so I sandwiched two rotten bricks in the middle.

No matter how he looked at it, he felt like the guts of a thermos bottle?
No...it's not like, it is!
This is not like a flashlight, which was already made in China in the Republic of China. I remember that the first thermos bottle factory was opened in China in the 70s and [-]s, and this stall is a ceramic mercury-transferring material that only appeared in the new century.

It's outrageous that this thing appeared in the antique market. Who does the fat man want to sell him to?

Out of curiosity, he squatted down again, flipped through the bottle and looked carefully...

That's right, it's just a broken bottle!

Could it be that there is some mechanism?
Do you want to test it?
Suddenly, a little idea appeared in his mind, and it became more and more intense, as if something was driving him.

It was purely subconscious, and it was also a bit of a spoof, or trying the system's mind, without much hesitation, he actually tested it with skill points.

And then...then froze...

Value: 100001!

so I……

He didn't even know what to say.

A broken thermos bottle is worth [-] yuan, and there are still odds and ends?

If it wasn't for a bug in the system, Li Ding'an would have dared to chew and eat his phone.

Afraid of vertigo, I counted again, and it was indeed one hundred thousand and one!

Can't figure it out?

Looking at the specific information again, because it was mixed with bricks, there were a series of question marks, so he had no choice but to lift the bottle.

Immediately, small characters appeared in front of my eyes:
Item: Thermos bottle liner (broken).

Material: ceramic mercury crossing.

Year: Modern.

Value: 1 yuan.

I... I'll go, where's the money?

I looked over and over, touched it back and forth, and looked at it for almost 3 minutes. Let alone a hundred thousand, I didn't get a cent more.

Still a piece...

You know the system is unreliable!
It's over, the richest man's dream is broken...

The indescribable frustration in his heart turned over the greetings of the eighteen generations of the system's ancestors, and he put the thermos bottle back with a sullen face.

The bottle has just landed, and the hand has not been released yet, the message "swish" flashed, and it changed to 100001 again.
I... don't bring such a cute thing!

Look carefully, it is indeed one hundred thousand and one.

He picked it up again, 1 yuan.
Put it down again: 100001.

Pick it up again, 1 yuan.

Put it down again, 100001...

Hell?
After trying this three or four times, Li Ding'an finally came to his senses, as if he could stuff an egg into his mouth: the valuable thing is not the broken bottle liner at all, but... those two broken bricks under the bottle liner?
Broken brick?

see hell...

At some point, the fat man stopped swiping his phone and stared straight at him, as if looking at a fool: "Dude, are you practicing weightlifting?"

Li Ding'an was eager to get wise: "No... I'm weighing the weight, right..."

"Shall I get you a scale?"

"That's not necessary..."

Suppressing the doubt in his heart, he pointed to the bottle gall: "What is this?"

"Hmm... bottle... hiss, no, silver bottle... yes, it's a silver bottle. You can tell when the silver bottle is broken, it's just... from the Republic of China..."

The fat man couldn't make it up any longer, "Just say whether you want it or not?"

"wanted!"

"Ok?"

Doudou's eyes were bigger than almonds, and the fat man didn't realize it for a long time.

Li Dingan asked cautiously: "Not for sale?"

"Sell... sell!"

Whoever does not sell is a fool!
"Scan the code here!"

The fat man took a QR code and shouted again, "Old Wang, here's a box, medium size!"

Someone responded, Li Dingan had just finished scanning the QR code when the elder brother in Tang suit came over with a suitcase in his arms.

He looked at Li Ding'an, then at Po Jingan, then at Li Ding'an, then at Po Jingan...

Those eyes seemed to care for the mentally handicapped.

Everyone in the live broadcast room is crazy...

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