Era: I have a two-world door

Chapter 365: Don’t Beat Your Son, Beat Your Father
Zhou Ying looked at him and smiled calmly: "Nothing, my boyfriend runs an antique shop, and he just came here to see the world."

Dong Wei looked at Wang Qingsong curiously.

To be honest, there is no trace of temperament in this guy.

It’s a bit mysterious to talk about temperament.

In fact, it is the self-confidence brought about by various factors such as knowledge and economic strength.

He didn't see any of that in Wang Qingsong.

Then he smiled and said, "My dad likes these things and insisted that I come with him to have a look. If there are any good things, I will take one or two."

Zhou Ying smiled and nodded.

He smiled at me, but didn't seem to be very interested in talking.

This forced Dong Wei to force the words he was originally going to talk about his college life into his mouth.

Then she smiled and said, "Look at you. You never come to our class reunion. People in our class say that you are very arrogant! Why don't you come next time~"

Zhou Ying smiled and shook her head: "I can't help it. I'm not like you. I have to go to work! I'm too tired and don't want to go."

This gave Dong Wei something to talk about.

"It's okay. My dad knows some people who can show you a suitable one. After all, he graduated from Beijing Institute of Technology. He is a 985 or a double first-class university. He won't be rejected no matter where he goes."

Zhou Ying naturally couldn't agree: "Thank you, my current class is pretty easy."

"Oh? What are you doing now?"

Zhou Ying looked at Wang Qingsong next to her and said with a smile, "My boyfriend runs an antique shop. He doesn't have time, so I help him run it."

Hearing this, Dong Wei frowned and looked at Wang Qingsong beside him.

Did I guess wrong before?
Then he asked, "You are a top student from a 985 university, and you want to go to an antique shop? Isn't that a waste?"

Zhou Ying shrugged and smiled: "What's the big deal? I'm not the boss. I can go to work anywhere! What difference does it make to me? Besides, there are a lot of college students delivering food now."

Hearing him say this, Dong Wei shook his head.

Nothing was said.

He looked at the two of them and said with a smile, "Okay, you guys are busy while I go take a look around. We'll keep in touch in the future. After all, we're classmates."

After saying that, seeing that Zhou Ying didn't say anything, he nodded at the two of them, turned around and left.

After the people left, Zhou Ying looked at Wang Qingsong beside her, pouted and smiled, "You don't mind if I use you as a shield, right? I guess he doesn't believe it."

Wang Qingsong naturally didn't care.

"fine!"

Zhou Ying looked around and said with a smile, "Okay, go look around, I'll watch over here."

It is placed in a display cabinet for people to see.

When necessary, they have to be taken out and shown to others. Of course, calligraphy and paintings are not allowed to be touched.

Wang Qingsong nodded upon seeing this.

"Okay, you stay here for a while, I'll go find Master San and the others."

After saying that, he walked towards the hall.

At this time, the Third Master was following a group of people, looking at things in each display case one by one.

And from time to time someone would bring something up and ask politely.

These people all have one characteristic.

The aura is very strong.

For exhibits in display cabinets, someone will usually open the cabinet and let these people take a look.

After Wang Qingsong came over, he looked at Cheng Jianfei who was listening carefully there.

I asked curiously: "Brother Cheng, what is this for?"

Seeing this, Cheng Jianfei whispered, "They are the judges of this exchange meeting..."

I explained it a little bit.

Wang Qingsong knew who these people were after hearing this. They were judges in disguise. They would take a look and decide whether one was qualified to attend the small exchange meeting.

Because there were only ten exhibits participating in the actual exchange meeting.

And the Third Master is obviously also one of the judges.

There are about fifty display cabinets in the entire hall.

This means that more than fifty people brought things here. Of course, there were more than this number of exhibits, and some people brought more than one item.

For example, Wang Qingsong has two paintings placed in one display cabinet.

At this time, groups of people were chatting in the hall.

Some people like to collect these things, while others come here just to make friends.

Wang Qingsong felt a little out of place here.

Not only him, but other ordinary people would also feel out of place when they come here, after all, they are not on the same level.

At this moment, his eyes turned to Grandpa Gao who was chatting and smiling with someone.

I feel it is necessary to keep in touch with Mr. Gao.

Machine tools are the cornerstone of industry and are something that cannot be avoided.

While he was thinking, Grandpa Gao also noticed his gaze, smiled and waved at him.

Wang Qingsong was confused for a moment.

But he still walked over.

There were three people present. Grandpa Gao was a little older, and the others were all in their early fifties.

"Uncle Gao!"

After coming over, he greeted Grandpa Gao and nodded to the other two people with a smile as a greeting.

Grandpa Gao pointed to the sofa next to him and said with a smile: "Sit down!"

Wang Qingsong naturally sat down as well.

Looking at a few people curiously.

Grandpa Gao looked at him and smiled at the two people next to him, "This is the strange man I was talking about. Do you want to let him try?"

The two people next to him looked at Wang Qingsong with a smile.

One of them smiled and said, "Okay! Since you said so, let's give it a try! I also want to see if there is a second funeral gift."

When Wang Qingsong heard it, he immediately understood what it meant.

He heard this from Zhou Ying.

In the antique business, some people rely on their eyesight, some rely on historical knowledge, and some rely on their feelings.

But based on my feeling, this is just one exception.

Funeral gift.

Rumor has it that he sees things based on his feeling.

Because he was the last emperor, there were so many good things in his house.

When I saw the item, I commented that it looked real and felt the same as the things I have at home.

This doesn't look real. The details feel different from the things in the Forbidden City. To put it bluntly, I have something like this at home, and it doesn't feel right.

Of course, this is just a rumor.

At this time, there were six things on the table.

I guess he wanted him to come and see whether this thing is real or not.

Sure enough, I heard Grandpa Gao laughing and saying, "The things on this table are what we brought. Some are real and some are fake. Maybe they are all real, or maybe they are not old enough, ..."

Explained it.

After listening to this, Wang Qingsong understood what was going on.

These people are all wealthy bosses. Whether it is for hobby or to show off their taste, they all like to play with this thing after they become rich.

The net worth of these people is similar, and their levels are also similar.

Share your things often.

Sometimes, everyone brings some things and plays some games of their own among each other.

Test the other person's eyesight.

You will be happy if you win, but it doesn’t matter if you lose, after all, you are just playing around with each other.

Uncle Gao didn't introduce the two people. After he finished speaking, he smiled and said, "Let's take a look!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Qingsong looked at the two people and saw that they were just looking at each other with a smile and not saying anything.

He looked at Grandpa Gao again.

Finally he nodded: "Then I'll take a look."

After saying that, he turned his gaze towards the table.

There are three boxes, each containing two things, and they are not very big.

From the three boxes of things, we can also see that the three people may have collected things in different directions.

In front of the thinner man sitting next to Grandpa Gao was an ancient inkstone and a seal in a box.

The slightly plump man at the edge has a lacquer box and a snuff bottle in front of him.

Among the things Grandpa Gao brought were two small bowls.

After taking a quick look around, he turned his gaze to the two things in front of Grandpa Gao.

Carefully picked up one.

Small blue and white porcelain bowl.

He looked around inside and outside, then looked at the bottom, then put the thing down with an expressionless face.

He picked up another small yellowish-brown petal-shaped bowl with many cracks on it, or "craze".

There is also no signature on the bottom of the bowl.

He put the things down, and under the watchful eyes of several people, he picked up two other things and looked at them.

After reading them all.

Uncle Gao looked at him and said with a smile, "What do you mean?"

Wang Qingsong was conflicted when he saw this.

Seeing his expression, Grandpa Gao smiled and said, "It's okay. We don't want to play with all kinds of professional terms like the old generation like Third Master. We just speak casually."

What I mean is that I won’t blame you for being ignorant.

The two of them also nodded with a smile.

Wang Qingsong saw this and said, "Then let me tell you something! Don't be angry, of course, what I said is also my own opinion."

All his conclusions were based on Rongbaozhai and antique shops in the mainland.

It’s hard to describe this feeling.

And the cultural relics shops in the mainland may not all be correct.

This needs to be made clear first.

Grandpa Gao smiled and nodded: "It's okay, go ahead!"

Wang Qingsong is so young that he wouldn't care if he said something wrong.

Seeing that the other two were still nodding with a smile, Wang Qingsong pointed at the two pieces of porcelain in front of Mr. Gao and said:

"Master Gao, these two...are most likely from the Republic of China period."

These words made Grandpa Gao sigh.

In fact, he brought three things today, one was for the exhibition, and the other two were for entertainment with friends.

Of these two pieces, one was indeed the one he noticed.

The other piece was the Ge kiln lotus bowl in front of him. He had asked many people to look at it. Although it was not from the Song kiln, it was also from the mid-Qing Dynasty. Only in the hands of the third master was it evaluated as an imitation porcelain of the Republic of China.

In other words, except for the Ge Kiln of the Song Dynasty, all others are imitations of the Ge Kiln.

He brought it here today to let other people take a look. After all, the Third Master couldn't say that he had never made mistakes.

But when he saw that Wang Qingsong had reached the same conclusion, he no longer had much hope in his heart.

He is not one of those national treasure gangs. Once he determines that something is real, he will not listen to anyone who says it is fake.

Looking at Wang Qingsong's gaze, he smiled and nodded.

"keep going!"

Seeing this, Wang Qingsong picked up something else and started looking at it.

He checked the remaining four items.

Although I couldn't explain it clearly, I still gave an answer with the help of my own plug-in.

"Except for this snuff bottle, which may be from the mid-Qing Dynasty, the others are not good."

Pretending to be pretentious also gave a professional term.

After all, the other party doesn't look like Lao Gao.

At least we knew each other before.

Since neither of them knows each other, there is no need to be too decisive. Sometimes the truth may make people unhappy.

Hearing this, the fat man was surprised.

"Lao Gao, this is incredible!"

But the fat guy next to him didn't quite agree.

Holding the things, he asked with a smile: "Young man, how did you determine this ink?"

This made the other two look at him.

The meaning is very clear.

I don't agree with what Wang Qingsong said.

Seeing this, Lao Gao smiled and said, "Boss! What's wrong? What do you want to say?"

The other party smiled and picked up the ink and said, "This is one of the pre-made ceremonial inks from the Qianlong period that was handed down from generation to generation. In 95, a set was sold at an auction for 55 yuan. At that time, one of the pieces was lost. Later, this piece was found during the demolition.

I have also asked someone to look at this piece. I have treasured it for more than ten years.”

Wang Qingsong took a look.

This is the piece of ancient ink I just saw.

There are poems carved on it and painted with gold lacquer, with other inscriptions and signatures next to it.

And there are exquisite carvings.

It looks really good.

But when he touched it, he felt something was wrong.

This made the two of them hesitate.

Wang Qingsong was not angry, and smiled: "Mr. Dong, I have said before that my predictions may not be accurate. They are all based on feelings, so don't take them seriously. You can find a professional to take a look here."

That being said, I still want to stick to my own opinion.

The other party put the box away with a smile and said, "Young man, sometimes, feelings may not be completely accurate."

Nature also has its own persistence.

Wang Qingsong nodded and said nothing.

Lao Gao looked at Wang Qingsong who was calm and composed. To be honest, he already believed what Lao Gao said in his heart.

After all, this has a source.

In the antique business, things that have been passed down in an orderly manner are generally more credible.

But Wang Qingsong's expression made him suspicious.

Then he looked at the judges who had come over and said with a smile, "That's great. Teacher Fang is good at this. I'll ask him later."

The other party smiled and did not comment.

Seeing this, Lao Gao smiled and said, "Qingsong, this one's surname is Dong, and this one's surname is Wan. We have been friends for many years."

Wang Qingsong nodded upon seeing this: "Mr. Dong, Mr. Wan."

It can be considered as a formal acquaintance.

While thinking, Lao Wan looked at the team that was coming over and stood up with a smile: "Now that they are here, it's a good time to let them take a look."

Although Mr. Dong was reluctant, since people said so, he naturally had to confirm it.

Then he stood up with a smile.

"Teacher Liu, Teacher Fang...!"

Without waiting for the group of people to come over, everyone smiled and took a few steps to greet them as a sign of respect.

In terms of money, these old scholars can't even compare to their fraction, but in terms of professionalism, they are miles ahead of them.

The first person to speak was Lao Gao.

Obviously, Lao Gao and several others looked familiar.

Several people stopped and greeted each other. The Third Master looked at Wang Qingsong next to him and nodded slightly.

One of the thin old men smiled and said, "Boss Gao, you are here too!"

Lao Gao nodded with a smile: "Yes, I brought something here to open my eyes."

"You are so modest!"

The other party said with a smile.

Several people were greeting each other there.

After a while, Lao Gao said with a smile: "Teacher Fang, here are a few things. Could you please take a look at them and tell us about them?"

Everyone looked at each other when they heard this.

Of course I agreed.

Coming here, such things are definitely unavoidable.

Then the group came to the sofa.

A few old men naturally sat down because the coffee table was too low, and the others could only stand there.

San Ye and his friends are basically omnipotent, but everyone has their own specialties and human energy is limited.

Everyone excels in different areas.

Everyone took what they were good at.

After looking for a while, they exchanged things with each other.

"Teacher Yang! What do you think?"

Lao Gao saw that the other party just took a casual glance at the blue and white porcelain and put it down, then picked up the Ge kiln and looked at it.

So he asked.

Seeing someone asking, everyone else looked over.

The old men who were doing the appraisal didn't say anything either.

The old man looked at the thing, put it down and said with a smile: "This... is not easy to see! I dare not jump to conclusions."

Hearing this, Lao Gao felt a chill in his heart.

The other party was also an expert in porcelain, and his conclusion was similar to that of the Third Master.

If this thing could reach the Qing Dynasty, the other party would give an evaluation.

Boss Wan next to him got the same answer as Wang Qingsong, but he already knew the result.

Instead, Old Dong looked at Master Fang nervously.

He, who was not old enough, already knew the result.

After a long while, the other party put down the thing and said, "The master who made this Tongyan Hui ink is a master. It is a good ink."

After hearing this, Mr. Dong breathed a sigh of relief.

Then something felt wrong.

Generally, you shouldn’t make comments like this!

Then he asked modestly: "Teacher Fang, this thing is not old enough? Is there any problem? Can you talk about it."

If you ask someone to look at this, they will certainly not say this to the old man.

That's just not sensible.

Wang Qingsong is different.

The other party didn't answer, but showed him the thing and said, "Actually, you should have asked someone to look at it. Basically, there is nothing wrong with it. It's a master chef. The problem is with this word!"

"Word? What's wrong with this word?"

The boss was puzzled.

Seeing this, Old Man Fang smiled and said, "Yes, this character, think about it, Qianlong made the gift ink, who was it for, or who collected it?"

There is no need to answer this.

Then he said to himself: "To put it simply, this calligraphy is not up to standard. This is different from burning porcelain paper. Porcelain will deform when fired, but this ink is air-dried before engraving, so this won't happen."

These words made Old Dong frown.

To put it bluntly, the engraving is not beautiful and does not meet the level of tribute.

In those days, anything presented as tribute to the emperor had to be of the finest quality.

Especially the gift box.

Seeing this, Old Man Fang looked at the others and said with a smile: "Okay, let's go! We have other things to do."

Seeing this, several people nodded and stood up.

Go outside.

Lao Gao and his companions naturally stood up, said hello and saw them off.

San Ye and Cheng Jianfei nodded at Wang Qingsong. Although they were curious, they had other things to do.

After everyone left, Lao Gao smiled and said, "Old Dong, how is it? Are you convinced?"

Since Mr. Fang said this, I guess few people would change their minds.

Old Dong sighed and muttered, "What's the problem? This thing has been put up for auction before!"

Seeing this, Lao Gao smiled and said, "Maybe the auction is true, and the ink may not be from this set. These days, in order to sell something, one can make up any excuse!"

This made Mr. Dong feel embarrassed.

I was so confident before.

"Dad! Uncle Wan!"

While I was thinking, Dong Wei came over with a smile.

When Wang Qingsong saw the other party coming over to say hello, he was surprised for a moment, but then he was not surprised anymore.

But Dong Wei looked at him in surprise: "You are here too!"

After all, Mr. Dong is a man who has experienced many ups and downs. Even though he has just been embarrassed, he is not so angry as to lose face.

He looked at the two and smiled: "Do you two know each other?"

"Yeah, a friend of my classmate."

"Oh, I see! This young man is a strange man! If you have any questions in the future, just ask him."

This made Dong Wei feel embarrassed.

I still don’t understand what’s going on!
PS: What I wrote these past two days is a little unsatisfactory, I’m sorry.

(End of this chapter)