super sensory appraiser

Fang Feiyang stretched out his hand again to feel the dark thing.

The same imagery came to mind again.

"Strange, what does this thing have to do with this monk who is painting?" Fang Feiyang gently weighed the oval stone, which was slightly larger than the palm of his hand, but it was extremely heavy.

Fang Feiyang took out a piece of tissue paper from his pocket, took a deep breath, and tried to wipe the side of the thing vigorously a few times, a clean white tissue paper was immediately wiped with black marks.

"Hey, brother, what's the name of this thing in my hand? Where did you collect it?"

Fang Feiyang saw that the paper towel was getting more and more dirty, and he couldn't recognize what it was, so he asked the young stall owner.

Hearing this, the buddy turned his head and took a look, and said, "This, it should be an inkstone. I collected it from the old studio of an elementary school last weekend, and I haven't had time to clean it up yet!"

"Oh! It turned out to be an inkstone for grinding ink. No wonder it's so heavy." Fang Feiyang stretched the dirt-covered inkstone out of the pavilion, let the rain wash it away, and continued to unfold a piece of tissue paper to wipe it off. The strength to strike is much lighter, for fear of scratching it.

"Brother, don't wipe it, you'll get your hands dirty." The young stall owner said embarrassingly, "This inkstone, if you like it, I'll give it to you, and I'll wrap it in a box for you."

"Give it to me? Hehe, you don't need to give it away. Just sell it to me as much as you originally planned to sell." Fang Feiyang has already confirmed in his heart that the heavy inkstone in his hand is [-]% old, but unfortunately the image he sensed Fragment is a monk, and it is impossible to judge which era something belongs to from the clothes.

"Brother, you are looking down on me by saying this. You can take it if you like. I paid 50 yuan to collect it from the old man who is the school gatekeeper. I didn't plan to buy it for a few dollars."

This guy is also a straightforward person. Seeing that Fang Feiyang likes this thing, he refuses to accept his money.

At the end of the stalemate, Fang Feiyang chose two calligraphy and paintings by the way, put the three items together, and gave the young stall owner 600 yuan.Although Fang Feiyang touched the two paintings, no magical images appeared, but he felt that although the two calligraphy and paintings were simple in brush and ink, they had a profound and far-reaching artistic conception. Later, he rented a house by himself, and hanging them in the room was also a kind of decoration.

Summer thunderstorms come and go quickly, and as the dark clouds in the sky slowly dissipate, the torrential rain gradually stops.

The large bluestone laid on the ground of Sucheng Antique Trading Market was washed clean by the rain without a trace of mud, and the trees on both sides of the pavilion were also washed extraordinarily fresh, with green leaves shining.

After a while, the sun shone on the ancient city again, and a gorgeous rainbow unexpectedly appeared in the distant sky, which made Fang Feiyang's originally good mood even more happy.

In the end, the buddy took out a business card from his bag and handed it to Fang Feiyang. It was printed with "Recycling all kinds of calligraphy and paintings at a high price, the four treasures of the study, and rare books of ancient books", with his name and contact number printed on the bottom.

It is estimated that this kind of business card is distributed like an advertising leaflet in rural areas.

After saying goodbye, the two separated.

Fang Feiyang looked at the time, it was 45:[-], he didn't know if it was because the fast food at noon was too small, or because his digestion ability was too strong, at this time Fang Feiyang already felt his stomach protesting.

There are many teahouses and restaurants around the antique trading market in Sioux City, some of which are century-old shops with unique flavors and are well-known throughout the country.However, Fang Feiyang's favorite is a place called "Yipin Tea House". The interior decoration is very romantic, giving people a fresh and elegant feeling. The most important thing is that he has visited this place several times with his girlfriend.

After entering the teahouse, Fang Feiyang chose a seat by the window.

This position is also the place where he and his girlfriend often sat in the past.

After ordering a basket of crystal steamed dumplings and Xiaolongbao with Sioux City characteristics, Fang Feiyang began to eat while drinking plain water.

He didn't order the green tea here. The West Lake Dragon Well tea, Tieguanyin, and Biluochun on the tea list are extremely expensive. A pot of tea costs hundreds of yuan, which is worth eating several steamed buns.

Fang Feiyang took a mouthful of the exquisitely crafted crystal steamed dumplings and the uniquely flavored steamed buns. After 10 minutes, he burped and leaned back in his chair to take a rest.

After resting, Fang Feiyang took out the inkstone from his handbag. At this time, the inkstone had been washed clean by the rain. Fang Feiyang could clearly see the landscape engraved on the left half of the surface. There were mountains, buildings, and strange pines. There is still a sentence of inscription on the side, but the specific content is not very clear, so continue to wipe it.

Fang Feiyang picked up the wet wipes provided by the teahouse on the table, and patiently cleaned up the stone inkstone.

After sharing three wet wipes, Fang Feiyang recognized the inscription "Search all the strange peaks and make a draft", followed by the inscription "Bitter Melon Monk".

"It turned out that the monk that appeared in my mind was called Bitter Gourd Monk. It's really ugly!" Fang Feiyang turned the inkstone in his hand to see if there was any other place for engraving.

While Fang Feiyang was studying this inkstone with great interest, an old man of medium height stood beside him at some point. His hair was dyed black and shiny, and he looked quite young, but his face and forehead were covered with traces of time. Proof that he is almost in his 60s.The old man was wearing a fancy Hawaiian-style T-shirt, and was holding a paper fan in his hand. While fanning himself, he approached Fang Feiyang, staring at the inkstone in his hand.

Seeing Fang Feiyang looking up at him, the old man immediately smiled and said, "Young man, can I sit next to you?"

"Please sit down!" Fang Feiyang has always been very polite to the old man.

The old man sat down without speaking, still staring at the things in Fang Feiyang's hand.

"Young man, can you let me take a look at your inkstone?"

Fang Feiyang thought to himself, anyway, I have seen it almost, but it is a pity that I am a rookie, and I know very little about this. If the old man is an expert, I just learned the relevant information of this ancient inkstone from him. .

Fang Feiyang gently pushed the inkstone in front of the old man.

The old man took out a square glasses case from his Hawaiian T-shirt pocket, opened it, took out a foldable reading glasses, and quickly put it on.

Fang Feiyang was not idle when the old man on the opposite side was looking at the inkstone. He also stared at the old man's facial expression, hoping to capture useful information from the old man's expression.

It seems that the old man in a floral T-shirt in front of him is a calm veteran. Fang Feiyang can't see a hint of joy or excitement on his face. The old man reads calmly as if he was reading a famous novel. Take it.

The old man looked very carefully, and from time to time he put the inkstone to his mouth and took a breath, tapped it with his index finger, and tapped it with his knuckles to listen to the sound. There were many tricks.

About a quarter of an hour passed.

The old man took off his glasses, and said to Fang Feiyang with a smile: "Young man, do you also play miscellaneous things?"

Fang Feiyang didn't know what miscellaneous items were, so he couldn't expose his shortcomings, and responded with a smile: "Well, just play around."

"Young man, I wonder if you plan to sell this inkstone?"

"If someone can recognize the origin of this ancient inkstone, and if the price is right, I can consider reselling it." Fang Feiyang said such an inscrutable sentence.

"Huh?" The old man on the opposite side was obviously taken aback, and then said, "Haha, interesting, I can't tell the origin of this thing, if you want to sell, I am willing to bid 1000 yuan!"

Fang Feiyang thought secretly, everyone said that these people who play antiques are better than a monkey, and it was true. The old man on the opposite side looked at it for a long time, his face was as calm as water, and he didn't mention the origin of Fang's ancient inkstone. I don't know if he recognizes it. Still don't recognize it?He also opened his mouth to offer 1000 yuan, and his tone seemed to be how high his bid was.

Fang Feiyang smiled without answering, picked up the ancient inkstone on the table, wrapped it in cotton cloth, and prepared to put it in the handbag beside him.

Seeing that Fang Feiyang was unmoved, the old man put away his things instead, his face changed slightly, and he said, "Young man, if you are not satisfied, you can bring it up. How much would you say?"

This question stumped Fang Feiyang.

Originally, he wanted to retreat and force the old man to continue to increase the price, but he didn't expect the old man not to increase the price. He cut straight to the point and asked himself how much he wanted.The real value of this thing is something that a rookie like Fang Feiyang can't know. If the price is low, he will suffer a disadvantage. If the price is high, he will definitely be laughed at by others.

Just when Fang Feiyang was hesitating and didn't know what to do.

A familiar voice came from the door of the teahouse.

"Xiao Fang?...."

Fang Feiyang looked up in the direction of the voice, huh?It turned out to be an acquaintance!