super sensory appraiser

"What 100 yuan?"

At this time, Li Yuanfeng and Xu Jiao walked over from the corner, and just heard Fang Feiyang and Fang Jie bargaining, Li Yuanfeng couldn't help asking.

When Fang Feiyang and Sister Fang were discussing this humble little seal, there were already three or five inspectors around them, and they were all looking at the two curiously.

"Group leader Fang sold the seal in his hand to Fang Feiyang for 100!" one of the inspectors said quickly.

"What? This shit is worth 100 yuan? I said, Team Leader Fang, don't bring someone who bullies my brother like this!"

Although Sister Fang, the leader of the inspection team, is his "matchmaker" and is helping him and Xu Jiao to bridge the gap, it doesn't mean that she can bully his brother.When Li Yuanfeng heard that it was the little black seal, he immediately became unhappy when he asked my brother for 100 yuan.

Sister Fang, the inspection team leader, also felt embarrassed at this time. She didn't expect Fang Feiyang to be willing to ask for 100 yuan, and she really wanted to be greedy for a small gain in her heart.But a brand new one-hundred-billion bill is already in his hands, why should he return it?

She thought for a while and said, "Well, the equipment in the workshop will definitely not be restored today. At noon, go to the small restaurant at the door to order a few dishes. My sister treats you, okay?"

Hearing Sister Fang's talk about treating guests to dinner, Li Yuanfeng didn't hold back, and with a cheeky face, he talked about Xu Jiao's affairs with her with a smile.

Fang Feiyang was hiding aside, playing with the seal obsessively, took out his mobile phone and searched for relevant information on the Internet, not knowing that his brother was arguing for him.

At ten o'clock in the morning, news came from the production department that all front-line employees had a day off because the equipment could not resume operation in a short period of time.

Hearing the news of the holiday, Fang Feiyang was the first to rush out of the workshop, changed his work clothes and went back to the dormitory, regardless of Li Yuanfeng asking him to have lunch together.

Fang Feiyang's old Nokia was really weak. The Internet speed was like a snail's pace. After entering a webpage, he waited for 2 minutes, but some pictures could not be fully displayed.

Trotting all the way, Fang Feiyang came to the company's dormitory area sweating profusely.

He rushed into the dormitory, turned on his second-tier brand laptop immediately, and started to operate it skillfully.

"It turns out that the inscription on the seal is called Basiba script, which is a phonetic script created by the Mongolians themselves."

Fang Feiyang quickly used a search engine to find relevant information on the seals of the Yuan Dynasty.

Bhasba script is a peculiar and mysterious script. It is a new Mongolian character commissioned by the then national teacher Bhasba during the Yuan Dynasty Kublai Khan period. It is named after the national teacher and is called "Phasba script".It is mainly used in the official documents of the dynasty and some coin casting, seal cutting.Now there are less than [-] people in the country who can understand this Mongolian script, mainly those professional researchers, professors and scholars.

"This national teacher is too talented. It is not easy to create a new character by himself! I don't know what character is engraved on this little seal of mine?"

Fang Feiyang stroked the small seal lightly. The seal was hand-carved with deep knife marks. The size of the entire seal was only the size of an ordinary lighter, but it was heavy in his hand. I don't know what material it was carved from. , Fang Feiyang's knowledge in this area is limited, and he can't find it online.

He stayed in the dormitory like this, immersed in the seal alone, and studied it for more than an hour.

Fang Feiyang also discovered an interesting phenomenon, that is, after playing with this object many times, as long as he does not deliberately perceive the image hundreds of years ago, that segment of the image will not disappear every time he touches it. It appeared, which also made Fang Feiyang sigh with emotion, wondering if he still had special abilities that he had not discovered.

Before I knew it, it was twelve o'clock at noon.

Fang Feiyang's stomach growled in protest.

He also wondered why he was so fascinated by antiques. Could it be that by chance, he visited the study of Mr. Song's house and suddenly developed a hobby of collecting?Collecting antiques is not something a low-paid migrant worker like myself can afford.

However, Fang Feiyang also has his own ideas, collecting antiques, it is difficult to tell the real from the fake, old objects beyond his tolerance, no matter how good they are, he will not get his hands on them.Anyway, now that my body has a mysterious perception ability, I may have the opportunity to find antiques that most people don't care about. Picking up the leaks seems to be a good choice.

Thinking of this, Fang Feiyang went to the fast food restaurant in the dormitory area, ordered a fast food with three dishes and one soup, and after a quick lunch, he decided to go to the Sucheng Antique Collection Market and ask an experienced teacher to appraise himself The first collection.

The Sucheng Confucian Temple Antique Market is located in the Fuxue Confucian Temple built in the Qing Dynasty. The first half of the Confucian Temple is now the Sucheng Inscription Museum.The second half is a small bungalow with gray walls and black tiles that was opened up as an antique market and a large area of ​​empty space.There are more than 200 fixed shops in the market, and the open space is five to six hundred square meters, which can accommodate a large number of antique vendors from the surrounding area.

The antique collection market was established in 1993. The management is very user-friendly, the booth fees are low, the ancient buildings in the temple are well protected, the site is lined with trees, and there are even small stone bridges and lotus ponds, which make the noisy market appear like a garden. The poetic and picturesque style is quite characteristic of Sioux City.The ground in the venue is divided into many stall areas, and the path paved with blue bricks in the courtyard naturally becomes a spacious passage between the stalls, so hundreds of stalls are arranged in an orderly manner.

Fang Feiyang took the 118 bus to this famous market integrating antique trading, collection exchange, and cultural relic appraisal.Today is Tuesday, but the market is crowded with people and business is booming. Fang Feiyang has lived in Sioux City for seven years since he was in college, but this is the first time he has come to the antique market.He checked that it was still early, and walked around the market first to familiarize himself with the environment.

Fang Feiyang visited several shops in a row, which really opened his eyes. There are all kinds of antiques here, including porcelain, jade, bronze, calligraphy and painting, coins, ornaments, old cameras, old books and so on.In some old stores with unique decoration styles, I met two or three foreigners, speaking jerky Chinese language and bargaining with the boss, Fang Feiyang was taken aback for a while.

Finally, Fang Feiyang walked into an antique shop called "Jibaoxuan".

The shop owner is a middle-aged man in his 40s, with a slightly fat body. He is lying in front of the computer and playing the game of Doudizhu. While playing cards, he mutters and complains in the local dialect. The cooperation is not tacit.

The shopkeeper stood up immediately when he saw a customer coming to the door.

"Hi, what do you need?" the owner asked with a smile.

Fang Feiyang felt his heart beating faster, his expression was a little nervous, and he said, "Boss, can you authenticate the seal here?"

"Appraisal seal?...Yes, can you bring something? Can you show it to me?" The shopkeeper replied very politely.

Fang Feiyang took out the wrapped small black seal from his pants pocket, spread it out and placed it on the counter.

The owner picked up the seal and looked at it carefully, then took out a magnifying glass from the drawer, continued to look patiently under the magnifying glass, and finally put the seal in front of Fang Feiyang.

"This small seal is called Basiba Wen Yin Ya. It was used by the Mongolian Tartars in the Yuan Dynasty. It should have a long history. Do you want to take action?"

Fang Feiyang thought to himself, this shopkeeper is a real person, and he didn't deceive himself.Nowadays, there are many antique merchants who say that the things that others come to appraise are worthless. If others want to sell them, the merchants often offer a very low price and take the opportunity to make a fortune.

"I don't know how much it is worth?" Fang Feiyang really wanted to know the real value of the antique he missed for the first time.