Jin Pinmei: A Girl Appraiser

Painter...Wu Daozi?

Mr. Mei sorted out some information about the painting saint Wu Daozi in his mind. This person is good at brushwork, and there seems to be no paper handed down from generation to generation?Anyway, from what I’ve heard—the works of Wu Daozi, the sage of painting, have long since become famous, and the ones handed down today are the 87 Immortals, what else is there?He found that he didn't know much about antiques. If Wu Daozi was not too famous, Duanmu Baolian said, he would not know.

"It is said that Wu Daozi has no works handed down to the world." Mr. Mei couldn't help pouring cold water on her.

"It doesn't matter." Duanmu Baolian smiled, "Master Zhou said that he has a friend who is interested in my bronze tripod. At that time, as long as I sell the bronze tripod, I can get back the principal and interest. The fairy in that painting looks so much like me, I'm going to keep it."

"How much are you going to buy for that bronze tripod?" Mr. Mei asked curiously.

"This number!" Duanmu Baolian raised two fingers.

"Second goods?" Mr. Mei said angrily, "I have been in the antique business for two years, and I still don't understand the terms and gestures between them. You are a quick learner."

"It's not a second-hand product, nor is it a sign language." Duanmu Baolian said, "I'm just telling you, it's only [-] million. Of course, this is still my preliminary estimate. Hehe, I may increase it."

Mr. Mei clicked his tongue and asked, "Just that broken tripod?"

"Uncle, calm down, calm down!" Duanmu Baolian suddenly remembered something, and her face flushed with embarrassment.

"Why can't I calm down, Baolian, let me ask you seriously, that broken tripod is really worth [-] million?" Mr. Mei asked.

"You still talk about Po Ding?" Duanmu Baolian blushed even more, shy and anxious, and said, "That's a curse word."

"Ah..." Mr. Mei came back to his senses immediately. He was talking about the facts. The tripod was indeed old and broken.

"It's my fault!" Mr. Mei hurriedly apologized, "The bronze tripod is really so valuable."

"It may be more than this amount." Duanmu Baolian said, "However, the head of Zhou is very righteous, and I don't mind asking too high a price. If it were someone else, I might ask for 2000 million to 5000 million. It’s about a little lower than the market price.”

"Is this a little lower than the market price?" Mr. Mei was completely speechless. He was very rich, but he still couldn't understand the use of a shabby thing that was so valuable. ?

Duanmu Baolian leaned on the soft leather chair, closed her eyes, thought for a while and said, "Uncle, I also don't understand the prices in the antique market. But do as the Romans do, since you let me be the owner of Jinmeifang Boss, I always have to study the market price. Take porcelain as an example. I like the row of craft vases from Jingdezhen that you put on the shelf outside. The colors are gorgeous and the styles are exquisite, which conforms to the aesthetics of modern people. The key point That’s right, it’s still very new and looks good, but, you go and see that Ru porcelain? Is that vase pretty?”

"Ru porcelain has high artistic achievements, not what you imagined." Mr. Mei said suddenly, "Are those two pieces of Ru porcelain real?"

"It should be true!" Duanmu Baolian said.

Mr. Mei is even more curious, should it be true?What she said always made him a little puzzled.