The next day, Wang Lin didn't go to work, and he wasn't in the mood to go to work.

Wang Lin arrived at an antique market in the city.

It's not the biggest antique market in the city, but it's a place where you can often find treasures.

Wang Lin came to a small stall, this stall is not small, there are a lot of antiques, and the ground is full of ......

Wang Lin glanced at it with his open-eyed eyes, and found that there were dense numbers in front of him, and his eyes were dazzled when he saw it.

"It would be nice to be able to distinguish the colors from different generations. Wang Lin sighed.

Suddenly, thousands of antiques in front of me began to automatically distinguish colors, some dark, some light, some red, some green, and some blue......

Among them, the white one is the most, accounting for almost the majority.

After observing for a long time, Wang Lin found that there were only two different colors, which were two cyan ceramics.

Wang Lin stepped forward carefully and took a look, they were ceramics 1916 and ceramics 1720.

Hey, hey!

Although Wang Lin was very moved, he still pretended to be very calm.

These merchants, who like to start on the spot the most, see that the more you like something, the more they raise the price, and they expect you to buy it anyway.

"Boss, how much is this?" Wang Lin asked tentatively, the 1916 ceramic bottle.

"This 25 thousand. The boss said.

"25,000?"

Wang Lin touched his pocket and found that there was only 3,000 yuan.

"Boss, obviously, you are an imitation, and it is a high imitation, where is it worth so much money?" Wang Lin is not wrong, this is indeed an imitation, it is an imitation of the Tang Dynasty during the Republic of China.

"Where's this imitation? Don't talk nonsense, young man, if you say that, then I won't sell it to you." The boss snatched the bottle from Wang Lin's hand and said.

Wang Lin touched the body of the ceramic pot with his hand, and then said, "According to the pattern at the bottom, and the feel, I can judge very accurately, this blue and white porcelain is an imitation of modern times, and the time is definitely not more than 50 years, boss, am I right?" Wang Lin said seriously, in fact, where does he know what to look at cultural relics, they are all made up by him.

"Generally speaking, porcelain only has a feeling of sweating when it is more than 200 years old, and porcelain less than 200 years old will feel dry and dry to the touch, and there will be a dry and harsh friction sound when repeatedly rubbing the surface of the porcelain or rubbing the glaze.

Porcelain over 800 years old rarely feels wet, because although the porcelain of this age is dry, it is definitely not a dry friction sound when rubbed.

Of course, there is also a sense of astringency, softness and hardness, warmth and coolness, a sense of familiarity, a sense of slippery, a sense of thickness and a sense of concave and convex, there is no feeling that matches, so you can't even count as an imitation, it is a modern handicraft. ”

Wang Lin's words, the boss who listened to it felt weak for a while, but he didn't expect to meet an expert today, and he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

Of course, Wang Lin is not an expert, the things mentioned above are just entry-level porcelain things, after all, Wang Lin has also studied antiques, and he naturally knows these.

However, due to the lack of antiques that have been touched, it is easier said than done, and any of the above feelings are not easy to touch, otherwise antique experts are not satisfied with the sky?

"Then how much money are you going to pay, boss?" the stall owner respectfully handed over the blue and white porcelain to Wang Lin's hand.

"No, you're too new!" Wang Lin pretended to leave and put the blue and white porcelain in place.

"Boss, don't go, boss, 10,000, 8,000, 5,000, sell it if ......you give money," saw Wang Lin leaving, and the stall owner immediately shouted.

"300 yuan at most, if I don't see a dog pattern on it, I happen to be a dog, otherwise I don't want to. ”

"300 is 300, just make a friend. The boss smiled and packed the blue and white porcelain.

You must know that there are a lot of people who know a lot about cultural relics now, but there are very few people who can be called experts and researchers, and Wang Lin's performance just now is no different from those experts in the eyes of the boss.

Therefore, it is still very happy to be able to make money and make expert-level friends.

"But you'll have to give me one more, you're worth 150"

The boss's heart is bleeding, but he himself knows that what he enters is fake, and it is not worth much, and this is still an expert.

"Big brother, I can give you a piece, and I should make you a friend, but you can't tell anyone about me selling fakes, otherwise I won't be able to sell them," the boss whispered.

"Okay, I promise you, that's it" Wang Lin picked up a small bottle from the Qing Dynasty.

Wang Lin took the two pieces of blue and white porcelain he had bought at the stall before and came to the door of the largest auction house on the street, "Tianhong Auction House".

This auction hall only holds one auction a day, and there are many people who come to participate in the auction, and it belongs to the middle and upper class auction halls in the entire flower city, and Wang Lin has also learned about this before.

"Hey, what are you doing?" asked a tall, lanky security guard.

Since Wang Lin only has a salary of a few thousand yuan a month, he has never bought any fancy clothes, only short shirts and big slippers.

Almost all of the people who came in and out of the auction were wearing clothes, or driving luxury cars, and Wang Lin looked very casual compared to them.

"I'm here to auction something. Wang Lin said.

"Is that right? You kid is in the wrong place, aren't you? Don't you look where this is? Is it a person like you, can you enter casually?" said the security guard with a low eye.

"If others can enter, why can't I?" Wang Lin was obviously a little unconvinced.

"Don't look at the clothes you are wearing, they are not worth 200 yuan together, what can you auction them on?" said the security guard, pointing at Wang Lin without anyone in his eyes.

Since I came, I must have confidence in what I auctioned. Wang Lin said very loudly.

"What's going on?" Soon, a middle-aged man in a suit walked over slowly.

"That's the kind of manager, this kid wants to enter our auction hall and says he wants to auction things, but I think he's here to make trouble........." After seeing the manager coming, the security guard immediately accused Wang Lin and said.

"Brother is like this, we belong to a high-end place here, and we only auction genuine products, generally cheap objects or high-imitation cultural relics, we don't accept them, so you better go somewhere else, right?" The manager and the security guard expected that Wang Lin could not have anything valuable, at most some high-quality imitations or fakes.

"It's nothing, it's just a small pot that I picked up when I was picking up rags. Wang Lin said as he took out a small purple clay pot.