Tianyan Jianbao

Chapter 200 Valuation
"I can't play these things on the stage, brother, don't laugh at me. I heard that Xiao Wang met a treasure today, show it to us to open our eyes."

Boss Zhou heard from Uncle Rong just now that this young Chenghua Doucai was found in the Chenghuang Temple. Not to mention that Uncle Rong didn't believe it, even Boss Zhou, who didn't know much about porcelain, didn't believe it either.

Hearing this, Wang Haoming took two items from Zhang Jian, opened the newspaper outside, and put the Chenghua Doucai Chicken Crock Cup on the tea table.

As for the pen holder, Wang Haoming handed it back to Zhang Jian. He inspected it with aura. Although the pen holder was well carved, there was no aura in it. It should be a modern handicraft.

"Hehe, the condition of this product is not very good. Who repaired it? Isn't this just a waste of stuff?"

Uncle Rong picked up the chicken cup that Wang Haoming put on the coffee table, and after playing with it for a while, he saw the damaged part of the cup, and his brows frowned.

It is reasonable to say that it is not a full-scale precious porcelain, only if it is well repaired, its price will remain high, but regardless of the authenticity of this object, the repair process is simply horrible.

"Uncle Rong, let's not talk about this first, you can see if this thing is Chenghua Doucai."

Wang Haoming's words made Uncle Rong focus on the chicken bowl cup again, and the expression on his face gradually changed, from the previous casualness to solemnity, and then walked to his desk with the chicken bowl cup Before, he turned on the light above the table, took out a magnifying glass, and looked carefully.

Except for Wang Haoming, several other people also held their breath and looked nervously at Uncle Rong who was being appraised.

That Boss Zhou even had an unbelievable expression on his face. For Uncle Rong to behave like this, even if this cup is not Chenghua Doucai, it must be a precious antique.

"Okay, good stuff, oh, what a pity, what a pity."

After more than ten minutes, Uncle Rong turned off the bright light and walked back to his sandalwood coffee table.Carefully put the cup in his hand on the tea table, his eyes full of regret.

"Uncle Rong, this is true or not, you can tell me, you must believe me." Wang Haoming pretended to be confused while pretending to understand.

"It's really Chenghua Doucai, but it's just this quality. It's a pity. If it hadn't been bumped. It's just such a small cup. If it is photographed now, it can be worth at least 3000 million." Uncle Rong looked at the chicken cup. Shaking his head again and again, regretful.

"Uncle Rong, how much can this cup sell now? They are in a hurry to spend money." Wang Haoming knew that Zhang Ying's sister and brother were most concerned about this question, so he asked.

"The current quality, tsk tsk, if you go to the auction, it will cost 100 to 50 million yuan. If people in our circle accept it, it will be around [-] yuan." Uncle Rong slapped his mouth, as if he was very dissatisfied with the price he said.

"Can it sell so much?" Zhang Jian on the side opened his mouth in surprise. He never thought of 3000 million, and he would be satisfied if he could get 30.

"It's your luck that you met Hao Ming, and the Chenghuang Temple didn't produce many good things, and the old players rarely go there. Otherwise, if this chicken bowl cup is really sold by you for 30 yuan, little guy, with you When you regret it."

Uncle Rong paused for a moment and then continued: "If this happened to me, 30 yuan would be a mistake. By the way, let me tell you a story about the chicken bowl cup. It was before liberation. gone."

Wang Dianchen, the shopkeeper of Xianghe Finished Goods Store on Qianmen Street, Beijing, went to Huang County, Shandong Province to buy second-hand goods.

One day, in a yard, he saw a middle-aged woman combing her hair. On the table, there was a small cup filled with soap locust water, which was colorful.He walked in involuntarily and asked the woman to take out the cup for a look.

The cup is finely made and is a real Chenghua Doucai.He wanted to buy it, but when the woman saw that he really wanted it, she asked for a piece of cash.

At that time, buying an acre of land only cost 5 yuan in cash, but without further ado, Wang Dianchen took out a piece of ocean with a statue of Sun Yat-sen cast on it and gave it to her.

When Wang Dianchen returned to Beijing, he hurriedly estimated the price with his fellows, and boldly set a price of 800 yuan, which is 800 times higher than the purchase price.

Within two days after it was placed on the display, Jianguzhai's boss Zhou Jiechen took a fancy to it, and immediately bought it for 800 yuan.

Wang Dianchen suddenly understood that the price was too low and was picked up by experts, but he had already made a lot of money, so he was satisfied.

After Zhou Jiechen returned home, he carefully admired the small cup, and it really was the best.The shape is light and beautiful, the fetus is delicate and pure, the white glaze is as smooth as fat, and the colors are soft. The painting is a squirrel stealing grapes.

The fruit and leaves are luxuriant, the painting is fine and lifelike.How can you not be happy to get such a treasure for only 800 yuan?

All the colleagues in the antique shop knew that Zhou Jiechen got a good thing, but no one was willing to pay a high price for it.

In the end Zhou Jiechen found Wu Qizhou, Wu only offered 2000 yuan, and after bargaining, he added it to 2500 yuan. Zhou Jiechen made a profit of 1700 yuan. Of course, he was so happy that he couldn't say anything.

Unexpectedly, Wu Qizhou later brought the cup to the United States and made a profit of more than [-] yuan.Only then did Zhou Jiechen realize that he had a bigger loophole in being picked up by others.

"So for precious porcelain like Chenghua Doucai, as long as it is real, the price is out of the question. Take today's chicken bowl cup as an example. If it is in good condition, little guy, if you ask for 3000 million yuan, then others will offer it for three." Buying it for 4000 million yuan is equivalent to picking up a big leak.”

"Uncle Rong, Zhang Jian took this thing to an antique shop. Why did those people only give up the price of [-] to [-] yuan? They can't fail to see that this is Chenghua Doucai?" Wang Haoming asked Zhang. A healthy question.

Uncle Rong glanced at Wang Haoming, and said with disdain on his face: "They know nothing, let alone the real Chenghua Doucai, those people have never even seen the broken porcelain pieces of Chenghua Doucai, at best they are just playing around." It is estimated that they took this as the imitation of that time, and it is very good to be able to offer a price of [-] to [-], just for this quality. Even if it is an official kiln imitation of the Qing Dynasty, Breaking through the sky is worth more than one hundred thousand."

Only then did everyone suddenly realize that this imitation of Chenghua Doucai has become so famous that it can be confused with the real thing, but no one recognizes the real thing when it is placed in front of those people.

"Uncle Rong, what do you think about this chicken bowl cup?"

Wang Haoming could see the anxious expressions of Zhang Ying and his brother, and understood that they both wanted to exchange the cup for cash as soon as possible to save their father.

"There are two ways. The first is to take it directly to the auction. Based on the relationship between me and the auction house, it is estimated that the auction can be arranged within a week. The price is what I just said, between 120 and 15.00 million, deducted from the auction. The concurrent publicity and the 100% commission, what you get should be around [-] to [-]."

"The second way, it will take a little longer. Old man, I have some experience in repairing porcelain. I can repair this cup again. The auction price is estimated to be raised to about 200 million at that time, but it will take It only takes half a month, and repairing porcelain is a delicate job."

"You can choose one of these two methods. I suggest waiting for a few days and then auctioning it off after repairing. I'm doing this for Xiao Wang's sake. You should think about it carefully."

Uncle Rong's words made Zhang Ying's siblings hesitate, and they stood up and walked to the door to discuss.

After discussing for about ten minutes, Zhang Ying and brother seemed to have reached an agreement, but both of them were a bit hesitant to speak.

In the end, Zhang Jian said to Uncle Rong: "Can we sell this porcelain to your antique shop? It doesn't need 200 million, 150 million is fine. As for whether you repair it for auction or keep it for yourself, we don't care. Is that okay?"

Zhang Jian also knew that his suggestion was a little unreasonable, so he lowered his eyes in embarrassment after he finished speaking.

Zhang Jian's words made Wang Haoming and Uncle Rong look at each other in dismay. They didn't expect Zhang Jian to come up with such an idea. It's not impossible to do so, but the risks are all grafted onto the antique shop.

"Haoming, otherwise you can buy this item yourself, keep it in your hands for a few years, even if you don't sell it, you won't suffer a loss."

What Uncle Rong said, he also wanted Wang Haoming to take advantage of this. He was sure that after repairing the porcelain, he would sell it at a good price.

It's not that Uncle Rong didn't think about taking the chicken bowl cup, but Zhang Jian's price was a bit high, and it was estimated that this thing would cost more than 200 million yuan when it was auctioned off.

After removing all kinds of expenses, there will only be more than 100 million left in hand.

There are no absolutes on these things, if the auction fails or the transaction price is not ideal, it will be a loss-making business, and this is Wang Haoming's personal matter, so Uncle Rong didn't say anything to take it on himself.

"Hey, why did I forget about Sister Chen?" Seeing the distressed expressions of Zhang Ying's siblings, Wang Haoming's eyes suddenly lit up, how could he forget about this one.

"Who are you talking about?" Uncle Rong asked.

"It's Tongtong's mother. Oh, yes, I didn't introduce it. This is Chen Liantong, and her mother is Chen Manfei." Wang Haoming explained.

When Uncle Rong heard Wang Haoming's words, he knew who he was talking about. Chen Manfei has been in the limelight for the past few years, and has collected a lot of things. He has a good reputation in the antique shop, and he is also quite good.

After Chen Manfei's business was on the right track, he hired a professional manager to manage it. He usually does charity work, talks about collections on TV, or wanders around the antique market.

Just after lunch, when Chen Manfei received Wang Haoming's call, she immediately regained her spirits, and told Wang Haoming not to sell anyone, and she would be there right away.

In less than half an hour, Chen Manfei rushed over, and after listening to Wang Haoming's introduction, he happily pulled Wang Haoming and said, "That's right, Haoming, my sister doesn't love you for nothing, she still thinks of me if she has something good."

"Sister Chen, I'm helping a friend with this matter. Look at the price..."

Wang Haoming actually regarded Chen Manfei as a firefighter in his heart, and he really deserved this praise.

"150 million, right? That's no problem, but..."

Chen Manfei's eyes fell on Uncle Rong, and then said: "I have no problem accepting this thing, the price is as you said, but you have to promise me a condition." Uncle Rong and Chen Manfei also know each other.

Chen Manfei pointed to the Chenghua chicken bowl cup and said, "It's Brother Rong, please do me a favor and repair this cup."

Uncle Rong smiled and said cheerfully, "Okay, I promise you."

Every city has a circle of Tibetan friends. In this circle, whoever has the most collections and who has the best collections will speak louder and have authority.

A few people were talking about the old days over there, and the Zhang Ying siblings also had a smile on their faces because the medical expenses that had been troubling them could be settled immediately.

"Haoming, ask them whether they want a bank transfer or a cash check? If you want to transfer money, I'll ask someone to accompany you to do it." Chen Manfei turned her face and asked Wang Haoming what method of transaction he wanted.

Hearing this, Wang Haoming looked at Zhang Ying's sister and brother, and said, "It's better to cash the check, and I won't trouble you, Sister Chen."

"Okay, if you have something good next time, remember to leave it to me."

Wang Haoming took the check with the amount written by Chen Manfei, glanced at it, and handed it to Zhang Jian.

After seeing Zhang Jian sized it up for a while, he was about to fold it up and put it in his pocket. Wang Haoming quickly stopped him and said, "Don't fold this check, otherwise the bank will reject it sometimes. You can go to the Bank of China to open an account now." , and then just transfer the money on this check to your account."

"Brother Wang, thank you!" Zhang Jian was taken aback by Wang Haoming's words, and quickly handed the check to his sister. After Zhang Ying took it, she carefully put it in the Kun bag, and pulled her younger brother to stand up. Wang Haoming bowed deeply.

"Don't, what is this for? Hurry up and go to the bank to transfer the money, and then hurry up and see a doctor for your father. When I have time, I will go to the hospital too." Wang Haoming didn't dare to accept the gift from these two people. , turned sideways and let go.

When he was in Chenghuang Temple, Wang Haoming must have spent 30 yuan to take down the leak. This change of hands was more than 100 million yuan, but Wang Haoming did not regret it. This time he helped others, and he felt very comfortable of.

"Come on, let's go shopping."

After Zhang Ying's siblings left, Wang Haoming saw Chen Manfei chatting happily with the two old men, so he said hello and took Tongtong away.

Before leaving, Chen Manfei instructed: "Come to dinner at home tonight."

(End of this chapter)