My alternative life

"Old man, you can give me something else. I can choose the range you specify, or I can give you up to 45000 at most. It's too high."

"Oh..."

The other party thought about it and said, "well, since we are in agreement, we won't say anything. Look at that cabinet, it's full of old objects collected from the amount. You can pick any one and get more than fifteen thousand good things. If you're not lucky, don't blame the amount. The painting is only sixty thousand, and you can't sell it without the amount."

"Well All right

Yao Jing somewhat reluctantly came to the Bogu shelf facing the gate.

There are a lot of things, indeed.

Penholder, porcelain vase, inkstone, old jade.

It's all over the place.

Yao Jing watched carefully, picked up one from time to time, looked at it and put it down, while the old man always looked at us with a smile.

I feel all sorts of uneasiness in my heart.

The old man's expression has already explained everything. It's obvious that this Bogu shelf and the so-called old objects in the cabinet are either defective or fake. They are absolutely not worth the price difference of 15 thousand yuan.

Although I haven't been involved in the antique industry, I still know something about it.

The water in this field is too deep. Even experts can't tell the truth of many old objects, and there are many cases where people can't see them. Therefore, there are a lot of programs such as treasure appraisal and treasure appreciation on TV. Once some things have been identified, they are in the tens of thousands or even millions, but in fact there is no market for them.

The prices of most of the antiques sold by the people are far lower than the so-called official appraisal prices, even only a fraction of them. Moreover, there is no strict pricing standard. Everything depends on the negotiation between the seller and the buyer. Therefore, it is said that the price is low.

Yao Jing picked up an inkstone and asked me, "brother Feng, what do you think of this inkstone?"

I am a little vague in my heart. I know nothing about it!

Just listen to Yao Jing asked, I had to harden my head and say, "OK, it's OK, but the upper right corner of this place is damaged, a look is a scrap."

The old man sneered and said, "do you know what you're holding? Good thing in the middle of Qing Dynasty, old thing! Personally, I think it's Huizhou inkstone. If it's not for this, do you think I can put it here for you to choose? The old inkstones in Huizhou, which are full of products, can be sold for twenty or thirty thousand at random. "

I just wanted to say that's it, but Yao Jing put it down and said, "since brother Feng can't say it well, I don't want this. I'll have a look again."

For a while, I picked up an agate snuff bottle from the late Qing Dynasty to the early Republic of China, and for a while, I picked up a thread bound old book. Anyway, it was almost dazzling.

It's just very strange that Yao Jing picked up the things she was playing with. If I couldn't say it well, she would put it down immediately on the pretext that I didn't like it.

But if I say it's OK, Yao Jing will find fault with her. She says that she doesn't like it and she's not satisfied with it. She thinks it's not a good thing. If she buys it back, she'll be laughed at by her family.

The old man and I gradually began to ignore her. I was not in the mood to talk. The old man might think that a small format painting that sold for less than two square feet for 60000 yuan was really a bit black. He simply did not interfere with Yao Jing.

After nearly 40 minutes, Yao Jing picked up a 20 - or 30 centimeter high small character bottle, as if there was no way to pull the general out of the shorty pile. Reluctantly said to the old man, "old man, or this bottle, at least there is no hard injury, looking at it is still bolt."

I glanced at the bottle, but I didn't see anything special about it, and I didn't want to talk. Alas, Yao Jing thought it was OK. Let her go.

The old man of the shop took a look at it. His eyes were a little confused and didn't give up. He looked at what Yao Jing wanted to say.

But the girl stopped the other party first and said, "old man, I don't think anything else is good. Just look at it. If you don't think it's good enough, you can cut down 15000 or let me choose something in that cupboard."

Yao Jing refers to another cabinet. Even I can see that the quality of the things in it is obviously different, and the price is clearly marked.

The old man said immediately, "that's not good. Those things are precious. I'll give you a sum, but it's not blood loss. OK, just take it. Take it away."

Dejected, I swiped my card to pay, took the picture, and Yao Jing held the bottle that didn't even have the package. They went out of the antique shop with each other.

Shi Shi ran out of more than ten meters, I just want to talk, but Yao Jing said, "brother Feng, go, don't ink."

"What?" I didn't get the taste.

"Let's go, hee hee, so that the old man won't regret it for a while."

I wry smile, "people back? Don't you have a fever, girl? I'll bet it's you who will go back later. Let's find a corner to hang up for half an hour and see if he closes the door. "

"OK ~ ~"

Yao Jing laughs and pulls me, "if you want to leave quickly, please leave quickly, no nonsense."

I am helpless, and her to speed up the pace, seven around eight around, through this downtown area, came to the street.

Yao Jingcai called a taxi and said to me, "brother Feng, are you my lucky star? Hee hee, we're making a lot of money today. "I didn't understand. I asked her, "what's making a lot of money? I also want to find someone to identify the painting as soon as possible, and the bottle, whether it is genuine or not. "

"It's all true."

Yao Jing pointed to the old Mr. Liu Jiyou's painting in my hand and said, "this painting is absolutely authentic, but it's not good in appearance and small in size, and it's not what he said. It was made by Master Liu at his peak in 48 years. It should be made before he became famous or the style of writing was not completely finalized. The representativeness is not strong, and it can only be regarded as inferior in the master's painting."

"Inferior?"

I quickly asked Yao Jing, "how much is the inferior product worth?"

"This kind of size, the painter is not very good, I think it should belong to practice painting, later may think it's not bad, so I mounted it The market price of this painting is about 15000 to 18000 yuan, absolutely less than 20000 yuan. "

"Ah?"

I immediately annoyed, "less than 20000 ya want us 60000?"? Isn't this a trick? In vain We trust each other so much, but also said that let him help us choose Grass, I can't. I have to go to him! "

But Yao Jing quickly grabbed me and said, "business is business, especially in the field of antiques. Let alone for a long time, people won't accept anything as long as it's out of the counter and out of the window. Who knows if you've changed it? What's more, did the old man buy and sell? No That's what Zhou Yu called "beating the yellow cap, one willing to beat the other willing to suffer, paying for delivery, no return or exchange."

I forced hard, but suddenly thought, how does Yao Jing know so well?

What's more, since she knows the other party is cheating on us, why buy it? And we made a lot of money? Isn't that self contradictory?