"Shen Qiu ......"

Xie Jingwen also looked carefully, this pen is indeed a Han Dynasty brush, but it is not called a magic pen in ancient books, but a Han pen.

There are generally three types of Chinese pens, bamboo tube Han pen, silver tube Han pen, and jade Han pen.

The three kinds of Han pen corresponded to the three status groups of people at that time, the bamboo pipe pen corresponded to the poor people and those literati who were tight in their pockets, and the silver pipe Han pen corresponded to the people with relatively good conditions at that time, such as the children of rich families and officials with the rank of third or fourth rank.

The last kind of jade Han pen, as the name suggests, is a Han pen made of jade, and the value of jade itself is much more expensive, so the corresponding group of people is the dignitaries of the year, as well as the royal family, including the emperor at that time, also used the Han pen.

"Little brother, you can see clearly!" The little old man lowered his voice and turned the jade Han pen in a circle in his hand: "The lines on this jade Han pen are long dragon patterns, who is qualified to use dragon patterns in the Han Dynasty?"

"Uncle, I have to correct you a little bit, in the Han Dynasty, not all dragon patterns are the standard configuration of the palace, you have to look at the dragon eyes of the dragon pattern!"

"What do you mean?"

"The dragon's eye originated in the good Gaozu period, the so-called finishing touch is based on this, ordinary people can use dragon inscriptions, but not the eye, only the royal family is qualified to use the eye-catching things, uncle, you look at your Han pen again, do you see it is the finishing touch?"

The little old man then erected the Han pen and took a closer look, although the dragon pattern on the Han pen was lifelike, but there was no eye, the dragon's eye was empty, and there was no trace of the eye.

The old man couldn't help but be a little discouraged: "Well, this pen really doesn't have the finishing touch, but you can't say that he has a problem, little brother, at least it was salvaged by me from under the Wei River, and it is definitely an old thing from the old generation!"

Shen Qiu smiled and didn't respond, and asked the old man instead: "Uncle, how much are you going to sell this thing!"

The little old man clutched the cloth bag and said: "I can see that the two of you are not only big businessmen, but also experts in this industry, since they are experts, I won't go around in circles with you, this Han pen counts you 500,000 ......"

"500,000 uncle, don't be kidding!" Xie Jingwen immediately shook his head and said, "Your price is too exaggerated!"

"Beautiful boss! This price is already very kind, and I didn't even sell it when people gave me 500,000 yuan yesterday! This kind of pen must be sold at least twice as much when it is taken to a big city!"

"Uncle, don't worry, I'll tell you a little more. Shen Qiu pointed to the bristles of the magic pen and said, "Uncle, do you know what material the bristles on this Han pen are made of?"

"Wolf hair! 100% wolf hair!" The little old man said firmly: "Especially the brush hair on this Han pen I have asked experts to identify, and the experts have determined that the pure gray wolf hair, the wolf hair is hard and easy to preserve! In those days, only the rich could use it!"

Shen Qiu smiled: "Look at the uncle, you have admitted it yourself, let me tell you, the Han Dynasty has not yet started to use wolf hair! But all the Han pens of the Han Dynasty, most of them use rabbit hair and wool, and the slightly better ones use eagle hair, as for the wolf hair you said, it has been there since the Three Kingdoms, uncle! If I am not mistaken, this wolf hair was specially found by you to continue it in the later period, right?"

"Ah...... No way, young man, Han pen doesn't use wolf hair?"

Xie Jingwen also smiled: "Uncle, if you don't believe it, I will search for information for you on the spot, the Han Dynasty did not use a pen with wolf hair, and a pen with wolf hair is not considered a Han pen......"

"But I'm really fished out of the Wei River......!

The little old man was dumbfounded, this was indeed fished out of the Wei River, but when he fished it out, there was only a pen holder left, and the old man asked the master to renew the pen hair in order to sell it at a high price.

Shen Qiu added to him: "Uncle, even if you want to renew the brush hair, you can't renew the hair, the Han Dynasty has passed for hundreds of years, and no hair can still be so complete and strong, it stands to reason that it should have degenerated into a brush!"

This time I really learned something, the young man has this kind of experience and eyesight at a young age, and he is better than me! This time, when I pay the tuition, this kind of Chinese pen is sold to you!"

"Uncle, don't ask for 300,000 yuan, I'll give you a heart-to-heart price for this pen, 220,000 yuan! In this way, everyone will have a profit! Get rich together!" Shen Qiu didn't make a random price, and gave his own psychological price.

"Okay!" the little old man agreed: "It's rare to meet an expert who knows the goods, 220,000 is 220,000, just treat it as making a friend!"

"Uncle!" Xie Jingwen opened her mouth to stop, she took out her bank card from her pocket: "I don't think it's easy for you, it's okay to do business, so let's do it, I'll give you a price of 300,000!"

300,000? Shen Qiu glanced up at Xie Jingwen, according to Xie Jingwen's character, shouldn't he continue to lower the price?

"Really?" the little old man was a little surprised, and couldn't help repeating a sentence in his mouth: "Little girl, do you really want to give 300,000?"

Xie Jingwen showed a beautiful smile: "Yes, uncle, you heard it right, I will pay 300,000 yuan for this magic pen of yours! You are also old, and it is still quite dangerous to go into the water, retire early and pay more attention to your body!"

The little old man couldn't help laughing, and thanked Xie Jingwen and Shen Qiuzuo one after another: "Thank you, thank you! I won't tell you that I do have plans to retire, so I plan to sell this for a good price, and now I have met two nobles! Little old man is here to thank you two!"

The little old man shipped the goods and happily went out of the snack bar, Shen Qiu felt a little surprised, he had seen Xie Jingwen's bargaining skills, but he had never seen her take the initiative to add money to the seller, this was the first time that the eldest girl had been on the sedan chair.

On the whole, this mysterious one can barely be regarded as a leak, and the market price is about 300,000, but the old man's pen has been renewed, and he must find a way to dispose of it when he goes back, 220,000 is a reasonable price, and Xie Jingwen can't understand it at all if he gives 300,000 Shen Qiu.

Without allowing Shen Qiu to speak, Xie Jingwen took the initiative to speak: "Shen Qiu, you must be very curious, why did I add money to the old man, right?"

"Well, maybe you really think it's not easy for an old man to be so old, right?"

"That's not it, it's because of my dad, Shen Qiu, do you know? My dad's first pot of gold was dug in Xianjiaqiao, and he bought a box of goods from Xianjiaqiao with 10,000 yuan, and it was that box of goods that made my dad earn start-up capital. ”

"Later, when my dad handed over the store to me, he said, and then come to Xianjiaqiao to receive the goods with a grateful heart, without Xianjiaqiao there is no Xuanbao Zhai, and then look at this old man's age, maybe he was also a part of helping my dad, don't forget the original intention, the rules explained by the big shopkeeper, I dare not forget!"

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

Shen Qiu clapped his hands in agreement, this coincides with Wang Qianshi and Master Wang's concept of life, and it is necessary to hold this mentality to open an antique shop, and perseverance will inevitably become the leading store in Jiangcheng.

The two of them had a meal, and many villagers came in one after another to sell them, but their goods were too different from the old man, some were modern imitation of Ming Dynasty porcelain, some were old calligraphy and paintings, and some were salvaged from under the Wei River with the incense burner at home.

In short, this Xianjia Bridge is not a paradise, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and where there are antiques, there are fakes, which is the unchanging law for thousands of years.

At about eight o'clock, Shen Qiu and Xie Jingwen were about to leave, when a special seller walked into the snack bar, attracting the attention of Shen Qiu and Xie Jingwen.

This main owner, wearing an off-white student uniform and a short ponytail, is clearly a little girl who is still in elementary school.

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