super sensory appraiser

Fang Feiyang and Su Yazhi wandered around for another hour without knowing it in this eight-story antique city.

The two of them saw that it was almost noon, so after discussing it, they chose a unique restaurant in the downstairs restaurant to solve their food and clothing.

They took the elevator to the fourth floor.

Most of the shops here are well-known domestic catering chain stores, and there are also local Jinling duck blood vermicelli, salted duck, casserole lion head and so on.

The two were not in a hurry to make a decision. They walked around a few stores first to see the traffic flow.As the saying goes, the eyes of the masses are discerning, and this sentence is also suitable for choosing restaurants to eat.As long as you look at which business is particularly good, the degree of full diners is a powerful advertising sign.

Just about to decide which restaurant to go to, Su Yazhi saw an interesting thing.

"Brother Feiyang, look, the decoration style of this shop is really funny, ha ha..." Su Yazhi pointed to a newly opened shop next to the elevator.

Fang Feiyang turned his head and took a look. It turned out that this store used to be a restaurant, and it was a hot pot restaurant.Now it has been transformed into an antique shop. It seems that it has only opened in the last two days.The promotional advertisements and promotional pictures of the hot pot set pasted on the glass door have not had time to clean up.

"Now people are beginning to realize the huge business opportunities in the antique market. Running a traditional restaurant is definitely not as easy as making money from antique trading. The owner of this store probably couldn't stand the temptation. He joined the antique industry, but he was a little impatient, hahaha... .”

The two of them saw a joke, and after laughing it off, they raised their feet and prepared to leave.

As soon as I turned around, I heard a cry of pleading from the antique shop that was remodeled from this hot pot restaurant:

"Boss, please do me a favor. Let's take another look. This book was left by my father-in-law's generation. I heard him say it was very valuable. How could it be a fake? If it wasn't for my wife's recent illness, I It won't be sold either..."

The person who spoke was an old lady in her 60s, not tall, wearing an ordinary plaid jacket, standing in front of the counter with what looked like a book in her hand, begging the shop owner to do something.

"Let's go, let's stop talking, I said you're an old lady, just stay at home when you have nothing to do, who are you fooling with a printed copybook, oh, I saw that this store is newly opened, fishing is here, yes?"

The owner of the emotional store regarded the old lady as a liar, and was rude in his words, and drove her out directly.

"What fishing? How can I have time to fish? My old man is lying in the hospital. I have no choice but to sell the things passed down from home..." When she said this, the old lady had a full face. Crying, tears are almost left behind.

Su Yazhi outside couldn't bear to see it, so she secretly pulled Fang Feiyang and said in a low voice, "Why don't you help this old lady outside."

Fang Feiyang didn't want to care about this matter at first, but these days there are endless tricks to deceive people.He also didn't know if the old lady inside who was carrying some collections for identification was an acting liar.The story of Wang Shubin of Jibaoxuan is an example that happened around me. It took two years to set up a layout and used a carefully imitated multi-colored treasure gourd bottle to defraud the boss of 600 million.And in that incident, one of the liars involved in the bureau also had an old lady.

So in the face of this situation, Fang Feiyang is more arrogant and cautious in dealing with things.

However, Su Yazhi had already spoken, so he had no choice but to ask, to understand the reason of the matter first, and then make a decision.

The two walked into this antique shop transformed from a hot pot restaurant without making a sound.

Look around and listen to the conversation between the old lady and the shop owner.

Judging from the accent, this old lady should be an out-and-out native of Jinling, and Fang Feiyang could not have misheard Fang Feiyang with that thick Jinling accent.

From the conversation between the old lady and the shop owner, Fang Feiyang probably knew that the father-in-law of this plainly dressed old lady should have been a collector of calligraphy and painting inscriptions, but this time the thing the old lady brought over was actually a rubbings of inscriptions , There are quite a lot of paper, a big thick volume, Fang Feiyang read it at the door, thinking it was a book.

It seems that the old lady wanted to sell the dozen or so pages of rubbings to the owner of the store, but the owner was not optimistic about this thing, and the words were very straightforward, and said that the old lady was a means of "fishing" to cheat.

Regardless of whether the old lady is a liar or not, the store owner's eyesight is not ordinary, and he actually described the rubbings as printed copybooks.The interlacing is like a mountain. At this level, I want to learn from others to open an antique shop.

"Grandma, can you show me this thing in your hand?" Fang Feiyang stepped forward and asked with a smile on his face.

The old man had a sad expression on his face, and he tightly grasped the rubbings with his rough hands, and handed it to the shop owner, hoping that the boss would take another look.This is when she heard a young man next to her seem to be talking to her, and turned around hastily.

Just as the old lady was about to say something, she heard the store owner smile contemptuously, "What's so interesting about this thing, I don't know where I got a broken copybook, pretending to be an ancient rare book..."

The old lady was thoughtful at first, and she seemed to have never seen anything in the world. After being squeezed by the shop owner, she immediately swallowed what she wanted to say.

Fang Feiyang ignored the shop owner, and then said to the old lady, "If you don't mind, just show me, if it's an old item, I'll buy it."

Originally, the old lady had given up hope, but when she heard that the young man in front of her seemed to want to buy it, she stuffed the rubbings of the rubbings into his hands without hesitation.

"Buzz!..."

Fang Feiyang was surprised when a video screen appeared.

"Calm down, just being able to perceive the video doesn't mean it's an old product. Didn't I also sense the fake gourd bottle last time..." Fang Feiyang held his breath and carefully looked at the content of this video.

In the picture, a middle-aged man wearing a white round-neck gown and a square bucket hat is rolling up his sleeves, holding a brush in his hand to evenly apply a layer of viscous liquid on a stone tablet, and then apply A piece of thick rice paper was tapped lightly to make it sink into the grooves of the writing on the stele. Finally, the left and right hands held a rubbing bag in each hand. After checking the color of the ink, they tapped from top to bottom to paint the entire stele with ink.

Fang Feiyang tried his best to control his excitement, and thought: The middle-aged man in the picture is making rubbings for the inscription. Looking at the wearer, he should be dressed in Song Dynasty clothes. The square bucket-shaped hat seems to be called "" Dongpo towel".

Fang Feiyang can be sure at this time that these dozen or so rubbings are indeed old objects, and they are also rubbings of inscriptions from the Song Dynasty.

"Grandma, I just heard you say that these ten pages of rubbings are handed down from your family, right?"

Fang Feiyang flipped through these ancient papers lightly, for fear that if he accidentally damaged one of the pages, it would be a big loss.

The old lady saw that the young man in front of her spoke elegantly and his words were very polite, he didn't look like a bad person.And beside him stood a beautiful girl who was well dressed and looked at him kindly.

The old lady was full of bitterness and had no place to pour it out. Now that someone asked her, she told her story like beans pouring out of a bamboo tube.

Su Yazhi was kind-hearted, seeing that it would not be a problem for the old man to stand here all the time, so she helped the old lady out of the antique shop, went to sit down in the restaurant opposite, and poured a cup of hot water for the old lady.

It turned out that, as the old lady said at the beginning, even though her father-in-law was not rich, he also liked to tinker with some calligraphy, paintings and rubbings. At that time, few people paid attention to rubbings of rubbings, and this kind of collection was completely unpopular.

Later, her father-in-law passed away, and her husband, a high school teacher, was not interested in these things, so these rubbings of rubbings have been sealed up at home.

A month ago, her husband suffered a stroke and was lying in the hospital unable to get up.The family panicked, and the son and daughter-in-law took out all their savings for several years to see the old man, but the old man's illness cost too much, and the children were also working class, so they couldn't afford it for a long time.

The old lady knew that her children had done their best, and taking advantage of today being Sunday, she returned home from the cabinet at the bottom of the press box, took out the rubbings of the rubbings and put them in her bosom, climbed on the bus and came to the Confucius Temple Antique Market , hoping to sell this thing, bring some money home, and ease the family's plight.

The old lady heard from her neighbors that the most formal place in the antique market is the eight-story antique city, so the old man searched from the first floor floor by floor, and did not see an antique shop until the fourth floor. I was in a hurry, wondering if I had come to the wrong place.Finally, I saw a newly opened antique shop next to the elevator on the fourth floor, and went in directly.

Both Fang Feiyang and Su Yazhi knew the following things.

Fang Feiyang comforted the old lady with silky eyes, and decided to do his best to help their family.So he lightly tapped the inscription on the table and said, "Grandma, how much do you plan to sell this thing for?"

"This... I don't know exactly how much it's worth. Do you think 1 yuan will do?"

The old lady quoted a price to Fang Feiyang in a completely negotiable tone.

"1 yuan?..." Fang Feiyang thought for a while.To be honest, he doesn't know much about rubbings of rubbings on the market at present, and he also lacks this knowledge.The only information he has is a well-known auction company in Shanghai two years ago, an ink rubbing book from the late Ming and early Qing Dynasties, with 32 pages, and the transaction price was 12.5 yuan.

But the rubbings have Tibetan seals, seals, and famous people's words, so the value is relatively high.But the inscription in front of him is about 30 centimeters in length and 16 centimeters in width. Although Fang Feiyang has confirmed that it is Song Tuo, there is no Tibetan seal, no seal, and no postscript. Where the rubbings come from remains to be verified.It's hard to say whether it can be worth 1 yuan.

Forget it, since it's helping others, don't worry about it so much. Thinking of this, Fang Feiyang smiled and said: "Well, I like this thing very much. I want ten thousand for ten thousand. I want it!"

The old lady didn't expect the young man to agree without hesitation. She thought the young man wanted to bargain.

The sadness on the old lady's face has only now completely dissipated, and the other party thanked Feiyang repeatedly with a look of joy.

However, Fang Feiyang didn't carry so much cash with him. He and Su Yazhi led the old lady to a bank cash machine at the entrance of the antique market.He took out 1 yuan in cash and handed it to her, and finally helped the old man pay for a taxi and take her directly to the hospital.Fang Feiyang was afraid that there would be too many people here, and it would be bad if the [-] cash that the old man finally got was picked up by thieves.