The study area is huge.

The two walls are full of books, and some of the whole volumes have not even been opened, and they are neatly and cleanly arranged.

In ancient times, in addition to reading books, people also heard hearsay, but in modern times, the channels for obtaining news and knowledge have suddenly widened, and there are many ways to pass the time for entertainment, and it is really difficult to calm down and continue reading.

It can't be said that Boss Liang is pretending, after all, it is a study, and if you don't put some books on it, something is missing.

There is a Bogu shelf behind the tea table, and there are also some old objects in the bookshelves and bookcase display cabinets, and the experts found by the three Lao Fan spread out to look around, most of them are some new gadgets that are fake at a glance and dazzling "firelight", Master Ma looked at the Bogu shelf itself, and said happily:

"Mr. Liang is so interested, a shelf is full of new things, and the pen holder of the late Qing Dynasty is worth two dollars, but this shelf itself is made of red sandalwood, it should be more than a hundred years, it just so happens that I lack this thing, and I am willing to cut love?"

"I just came back the year before last, and now I don't think I need it, you want 4.6 million to move out. Boss Liang obviously knew about this, and he knew the items he bought with his own money, so he added one million to the purchase price.

Dealing with red sandalwood all day long, Master Ma felt that the price was okay, but it was not profitable, and said with a smile: "Let's talk about business first, I'll talk about it later." ”

Boss Liang guessed that it was probably a bit higher, because he didn't think that this money would be of much help to him, so he simply nodded and didn't forcibly sell it out.

Raised his hand and said, "I took out the cup just now, aren't you in a hurry to look at anything else, take a look at my tea table?"

Fan Liancheng was already sitting in the guest seat, and when he heard this, he looked into the teacups that looked like a set, similar in size, and he could really see a cup with a red rooster, it was hard to imagine that it was such a small thing, which was equivalent to a three-acre villa next to the golf course, so small that he needed to get close to see the pattern.

I felt that my painting skills were a little worse, and the chicken was a little ugly, so I thought about it myself and didn't say it.

Stretched out his hand and picked up a few other small cups, and the words "Ming Chenghua Year" could also be seen on the bottom, some painted butterflies, some painted grapes, self-aware and shallow, only looked at and did not speak, and did not take the small cup with the chicken painted without authorization.

The idea is quite simple, I think the chicken bowl cup, then it must be a chicken, Fan Liancheng got up and let the other masters sit, and then asked: "A cup, right, how to put a set?"

"Haha, it's just to make fun of myself, and I never dare to drink tea with a chicken bowl cup, so I had to search for a few similar imitation bucket cups to have a good time. ”

Boil hot water, use a wooden clip to clamp the small cup that has just been read by Fan Liancheng, put it into the porcelain bowl one by one, and pour it on after the water boils.

There is a chubby old man surnamed Qian, jokingly: "Mr. Liang's hand should be steady, don't clip the wrong cup, although the cup is burned for people, but it has been more than 500 years since the Chenghua year, and who knows if you can stand it if you pour boiling water."

I'm the most slightest, I'm just a small owner of an antique shop, how many times will I take a look at it first?"

"Brother Qian, don't laugh, I have to call you brother in the porcelain appraisal industry, don't wear gloves, if you slip, we all have to wipe our necks to pay off our debts." After Master Ma finished speaking, he saw Boss Liang nodding, and then raised his hand to take a look first.

The old man surnamed Qian carefully picked up the small cup left on the table, pinched the rim of the cup with one hand, dragged the bottom with the other, turned it upside down and looked at the six words at the bottom of the cup first, and then looked at the glaze in the light, read it inside and out, and finally got close to observe the color on the pattern, and did not let go of even the most subtle places.

After knowing it in his heart, he said good things, gently put the small cup back in its place, and said happily: "Wang Danqing of Sijiu City is a few years younger than me in terms of seniority, but his vision is better than mine, and I can trust his vision, but I have touched a big pot of Chenghua Doucai for so many years, and I have forgotten what it looks like after all these years, and the things must be enough, but I don't dare to break the dynasty indiscriminately, Master Jiang, take a look?"

Another taciturn old man, first took out a magnifying glass from his pocket, and then also reached for the small cup, also looked at the bottom first, read it carefully little by little, and then looked at the pattern and color of the cup, and finally only said: "I can't find a mistake." ”

Master Ma also waited for it to be put back on the table before putting on his reading glasses and squinting at it.

Fan Liancheng was sitting next to him, listening to words like "don't dare", "forget", "can't find a mistake", and muttered in his heart, thinking that there was something wrong with something, and he was embarrassed to say it in front of Boss Liang?

Master Ma watched for a longer time and didn't let go everywhere, during which Boss Liang took out the scalded small cup, didn't dare to reach out and hand it forward, just put it in front of him, and began to wash the tea and the strainer.

Selling and boasting that these are things that only small vendors like to do, Boss Liang didn't say a word, as if he didn't care.

After a few minutes, Master Ma, who had known Lao Fan for many years, put down the cup and asked sideways, "Do you have the same idea as me, open the door?"

The old master surnamed Jiang nodded, and replied: "It should be, you can't make mistakes in all aspects, this small cup was born with royal blood, and among the imitations of the later dynasties, the best in the three dynasties of the Qing Dynasty, but the raw materials in the past were different, and the gap was inevitable."

It is said that a pair of cups is worth 100,000 yuan, and a single cup is worth 50,000 yuan, but this is just my opinion, and it was hastily pulled over to make up the number, and I don't see much about Chenghua Doucai, if it is Yuanming blue and white, Hongwu glaze, I dare to make a conclusion. ”

Looking at objects with the naked eye, it is indeed very important to distinguish whether they are from more than 500 years ago.

Fan Liancheng understood, and the three of them all felt that it should be the real thing, but they all habitually didn't say anything to death, and said with a smile at the moment: "Let's see it today, my dad will come out during this time, and he has the final say on whether to buy it or not, so I will be responsible for bringing a few masters over to have a cup of tea."

Mr. Liang, I asked someone to bring a camera, I'll take a few pictures of this little cup later, it's inconvenient for my dad, okay?"

It is not only to reassure the three of them, but also to remind Boss Liang that he should not start today.

Beside.

The chubby old man surnamed Qian drank tea, looked at the cup in his hand while drinking, and looked at it seriously.

I only heard Boss Qian suddenly say: "Mr. Liang, this moire cup in my hand was imitated during the Qing Dynasty, right? I like this kind of cheap good things, can you sell it to me?"

Fan Liancheng just took the cup and didn't see anything, Master Ma stared at the cup and didn't speak......