Live appraising treasures, I became a national treasure expert?

Hostesses in cheongsam and waiters in vests lined up to take the stage.

Either large boxes or small boxes were placed one by one on the long table. The porcelain in the box reflects the white light.

Isn't it a blind shot?
Li Ding'an turned around: Wang Chengming was indifferent, but the light flashed in his eyes.

In the distance, Tang Jiali opened her mouth slightly, and a little closer, a group of wealthy people looked at each other.

Even Quan Ying was stunned.

Got it, the old trick of auction houses: play hard to get!

No wonder Guo Jingzhi is stable and Fujiwara is not anxious at all?
Quan Ying came running over.

"How many pictures were taken?"

"Twelve pieces, costing more than 30 million!"

It's okay. Although it's not the lowest price, if you go by the market price, it's at least a 30% discount.

It is estimated that someone raised the card with the mentality of giving it a try, and it is more likely that it was arranged by the organizer.

"Who did you ask to hold up the card?"

Quan Ying said nothing and looked at Wang Chengming.

This relationship works fine.

Anyway, it’s fine as long as it’s not exposed. Otherwise, as Quan Ying’s identity, it’s still a question of whether Logan will let her take the photo.

"Where's the orange peel bottle?"

"The next thing is!"

Li Ding'an sighed: You have to have enough advantages to take advantage. I guess the organizer couldn't bear it anymore and changed the secret shooting to an open shooting...

But it’s okay: not to mention selling it at a fair price, even if you sell it at double the price to major domestic museums, they will still accept it.

"Okay, let's watch the show next!"

"No more filming?"

Li Ding'an shook his head: "It's not worth it!"

It’s like this with antique dealers: if everyone doesn’t buy it, he’ll think there’s something wrong with it. But if someone really made a mistake under his nose, he would beat his chest and regret it endlessly.

If by chance, the leak was not picked up by someone, he would try to make up for it and make up for it twice as much.

No need to guess, if one of the remaining thirty or so pieces is lower than the market price, Li Ding'an can cut off his head.

as predicted……

When the things were put on the stage, although the rich people did not move, the experts who were brought there surrounded them with a "boom".

The one holding a flashlight was holding a flashlight, and the one holding a magnifying glass looked more serious than the other.

I had doubts before, thinking that it was just a photo and there might be something wrong with the thing. But now what if the real thing is on display?
Of course you have to take a look, because it's cheap: Ru kiln's orange peel pattern narrow-neck bottle only sells for more than 30 million?

Even if you add a zero...

Therefore, I see this one the most.

Zhang Shibo took a look and walked over: "Teacher Li, do you want to take another look?"

"Need not!"

Li Ding'an thought for a while, "Mr. Zhang, stop taking pictures!"

"Teacher Li, I'm not planning to take pictures of orange-patterned bottles!"

“Not just the orange-flavored bottles, but all the items I mentioned!”

"Ah?" Zhang Shibo was stunned, "Why?"

Why else?
"Mr. Zhang, the next price will be very, very high..."

"No way?" Zhang Shibo was dubious, "Is the base price so low?"

Li Ding'an shook his head.

He really wanted Zhang Shibo to take a look at the domestic auction website: properties worth tens of millions of dollars, with a reserve price of only one yuan.

Whoever believes it is stupid...

Seeing that Li Ding'an remained silent, Zhang Shibo also realized that Teacher Li might be unhappy: after all, just now, Li Ding'an asked him to take action with confidence, but he didn't dare to do anything.

But to be honest, whose money is not brought by strong winds, just based on a few photos?

He smiled awkwardly and returned to his familiar companions.

Those experts also came to report one after another, but for some reason, they were all sneaky. He originally wanted to listen, but as soon as he came closer, others would look at him as if they were guarding against thieves.

This was obviously because he was afraid that he would hear it.

"Boom"

Zhang Shibo's heart skipped a beat, and he had an ominous premonition in his heart.

At the same time, the auctioneer gently knocked on the microphone: "Next is Collection No. 05, guests can bid."

This situation is rare: there is no introduction, including the name, shape, age, and even the entrance of the kiln. If it is a normal auction, if no one is scolding, there will definitely be people booing.

But strangely, the scene was completely silent.

Feeling secretive in his heart, Zhang Shibo took another look: it was a large white porcelain vase, with a starting price of 1.2 million.

He had the impression that he asked Li Ding'an at that time, and Li Ding'an said that he could shoot whatever he wanted under six million.

The tone was casual, and it felt like... sixty bucks?

The key is, there is only one photo.

Of course, looking at it now, there doesn’t seem to be much difference between the real thing and the picture, but it’s not like no one still took pictures, right?
Just as I was thinking about it, someone suddenly raised a sign, and then, it seemed like a chain reaction started.

"One million and three hundred thousand for the first time...one million and four hundred thousand...one and a half million..."

"One hundred six...one hundred and seventeen...this gentleman has two million...two hundred and one..."

The host was talking like a barrage of words and didn't even have time to tell the number of the guest who raised the card.

The price is getting higher and higher, and Zhang Shibo's eyes are getting wider and wider.

When the price exceeded 5 million, there was still no sign of slowing down.

"Chen Sheng...hey, what's going on?"

Chen Jiasheng thought for a moment and patted the empty seat next to him: "Shibo, sit down and talk!"

Mr. Chen holds shares in Mr. Zeng's "Qiu Zhai". Compared with others, he is less wary and defensive about Zhang Shibo, but the premise is that he cannot be allowed to run around and make random noises. The main thing is that he is very curious about what Zhang Shibo said before: Mr. Li from the mainland said that they are all genuine, so don’t worry about taking pictures.

In the end, are they all genuine?
But who would have thought...

"Has the teacher Li you invited seen this thing before?"

"I saw it, he said I can shoot anything under six million!"

Chen Jiasheng and his own appraiser looked at each other: "Has it been passed down?"

"Yes, the Xingbai kiln during Wu Ze's reign was an official kiln!"

Chen Jiasheng's eyes bulged slightly: "Did he really talk about Wu Zetian's period?"

"Oh no, he was talking about Empress Tang?"

So what's the difference?
But at that time there were only photos, no description, and no money displayed. How did he know?
The Chen family turned around sharply: Li Ding'an had left the stage and returned to the corner. He seemed to be chatting with his entourage and never glanced at the screen again.

At the same time, with a "dang" sound, the gavel fell, and the voice was particularly clear: "Congratulations, Mr. Chen, for closing the deal for 7.2 million!"

Chen Jiasheng stood up slightly and signaled, and there was sparse applause in the venue.

Zhang Shibo was stunned: "More than seven million...Chen Sheng, is it really...Xing Bai Kiln?"

Chen Jiasheng nodded.

"But he said, up to six million?"

"You and I are both businessmen, so naturally we have to keep enough profits!" Chen Jiasheng sighed, "That Teacher Li is very considerate!"

"Om..."

1.2 million, 7.2 million...what's the profit in between?

The hairs on Zhang Shibo's face stood up.

But then, the gavel fell again: "Congratulations, Mr. Yang, the deal is 6.8 million."

Zhang Shibo turned his head and his pupils shrank sharply: Is it that gray or yellow brush washer?
"He said at that time...this one...should not exceed five million?"

"Yes, I still leave you enough profit."

"Chen Sheng, what on earth is this?"

Chen Jiasheng looked at the appraiser.

"Master Zhang, this is an official kiln brush washer from the Southern Song Dynasty, with six directions of green and gray glaze!"

Southern Song Dynasty, official kiln, green gray glaze, six-party wash...

Is there a word wrong?

It doesn't seem right...

"He said it was during the Lizong period?"

"Oh yes, Professor Li invited by Zhang Sheng concluded that it should be between Ning Zong and Du Zong..."

When Guangzong came to Duzong, he was only separated by Song Lizong...

Zhang Shibo's mind went crazy: The starting price at that time was only one million...

Mu Zhui rang again, and Zhang Shibo looked at the stage again: it was the rose purple Taiping Zun.

The reserve price at that time was 8 million, but no one took it, but now the hammer price is 42 million?
Suddenly, Zhang Shibo remembered what Li Ding'an said: The same color goes into the kiln, and the kiln comes out with many colors... Jun kiln copper-red glaze kiln turns into porcelain, good things can only be encountered but hard to find... Mr. Zhang, anything below 20 million shoot!

Now, it’s not just 20 million, it’s more than doubled?

He opened his mouth with difficulty and looked at the experts brought by Chen Jiasheng: "Uncle Chen, is this... a Jun kiln?"

"Correct!"

"Is it kiln-made porcelain with copper red glaze?"

Uncle Chen nodded again: "Yes!"

"Huizong period?"

"That's right, this one is stylish!"

Zhang Shibo gritted his teeth: Really... everything is exactly the same as what he said?
But in the end, the profit of more than 30 million yuan just flew away from his eyes?
"But why didn't anyone film it at the time?"

Chen Jiasheng was speechless: Can I tell you that no one is sure just by looking at the photos?
"It's not like no one took pictures..." He sighed, "At first, there were two families who kept raising signs. Because one of them is Japanese and the other has a mainland accent, we suspected that both families were stooges... "

"Why do you dare to take pictures now?"

This is not nonsense, are you sure?

"The mysterious mainland buyer raised his placards continuously and took away twelve items in a row. Only then did Mr. Fujiwara stop the auction and change it to open auction!"

The mysterious mainland buyer?
The only one from the mainland today is Li Ding'an.

Oh no, Su Fubi’s Miss Quan is also a mainlander...

A light flashed in Zhang Shibo's mind: "Does he have an inside story?"

Have you forgotten what Su Fubi does? If there is an inside story, how could Logan let these collections flow into the auction house?

Chen Jiasheng looked at him with pity: "Shibo, to tell you the truth, even Mr. Fujiwara, the representative of the client today, and Mr. Guo, who is the mediator, don't know the specific information of the collection..."

"It's impossible...how could the entrusting party's representative not know the collection information?"

"Nothing is impossible... Fujiwara's purpose here is just to prove the origin of these cultural relics..." Chen Jiasheng breathed out, "They are all from Mongolia, so Shiba, feel free to take photos!"

Zhang Shibo's expression seemed distorted: The remaining pieces are more precious than the last, and the hammer price will only get higher and higher... Which one can he take?
Is it the ice-cracked Ge kiln jar, the orange peel-patterned Ru kiln narrow-mouth bottle, or the blue and white statue of a figure from the Yuan Dynasty?
At that time, if I had a little more confidence in Li Ding'an...

Instantly, his eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes, but he still refused to give up: "Chen Sheng, how many photos did the mainland guest take?"

"A total of twelve pieces cost more than 30 million, but Uncle Chen estimates that the market price should be more than 140 million..."

More than 30 million...140 million?

A stream of blood rushed to Zhang Shibo's forehead.

Seeing that his face was pale and his heart was ashen, Uncle Chen stopped talking.

Chen Jiasheng shook his head.

That Teacher Li is probably very disappointed in you. Instead of relying on you to cause trouble, I might as well do it myself and be more sincere.

He straightened his suit, stood up and walked to the corner.

Uncle Chen followed closely, and the secretary kept raising signs... (End of chapter)