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Chapter 312: Folk Treasure Appreciation (1)

Now is the era of national entertainment, even Jianbao has become a way of entertainment, when the experts enter the field, there is not only a soundtrack, but also a pillar of light closely follows the figure of the experts, the host next to the experts enters, to the people present to make an introduction, each introduction of an expert, will usher in bursts of applause. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In 2004, the experts and professors were still very respected, and several experts were quite famous, arching their hands around, walking behind the desk and sitting down.

It's just that when it was Zhuang Rui's turn to appear, he was a little entangled, although the music and lighting were the same, even Liu Jia's sweet voice was particularly raised, but the crowd in the venue didn't buy it, and there was a boo, if it weren't for the value of the objects in his hands, I am afraid it would be thrown out as rotten eggs.

"Teacher Zhuang, it's okay, the bun has meat and is not on the folds, and when they go back to identify the jade, they will ask you. ”

General Manager Qian, who was sitting next to Zhuang Rui, was afraid that Zhuang Rui would not be able to think about it, so he comforted him in a low voice, except for him who changed his voice and called Zhuang Rui teacher, the rest of them all called Zhuang Rui Xiaozhuang, after all, there was too much age difference.

"It's okay, Mr. Qian, I can't stand this blow, then I'll come too......"

Zhuang Rui smiled slightly, opened the mineral water in front of him and drank it, this situation had long been expected by him, if he was a treasure holder, seeing that the appraisal expert was so young, I am afraid he would also send a few boos.

However, Zhuang Rui was still a little unconvinced, not to mention jade, it was an antique, if it was only about identifying the true and the fake, there was no one in this room who could compare to him, of course, just thinking about it in his heart, this decathlon was not so comfortable, and he was hated by others.

"Distinguished guests, Tibetan friends, welcome to participate in the first "Promote National Culture, Collect and Appreciate the World" folk treasure appreciation activity jointly sponsored by Beijing TV and Shandong TV, and I would like to invite Mayor Tan to speak, welcome ......"

After the experts sat down, Liu Jia and a fat Shandong station male host, stood in front of Zhuang Rui and others on the booth to sing and start hosting, and then the deputy mayor who showed up at noon came to the stage to speak, but fortunately, the deputy mayor did not make any long speeches, after a few simple sentences, it was announced that the treasure appreciation activity began.

Shandong as a traditional cultural city, the history of the various dynasties to stay here is innumerable, the folk collection of the mass base is very strong, plus Shandong TV station more than a week in advance of the advertisement, today to the scene of the people, there are thousands of people, at the side door of the hotel lined up a long line, the line is too long, there are many people even braved the heat, waiting outside the hotel.

There was also a squadron of armed police soldiers at the scene to maintain order, five meters away from the front of a row of long tables identified by experts, with a cordon pulled, because of the fear that several people who came up would hold the same type of objects, so only three Tibetan treasure holders were allowed to bring their own things into the cordon.

"Expert, please help me take a look at this thing, the elders in the family left, I saw it when I was four or five years old, this thing is quite clever (Jinan dialect: strange), can you really show it?"

The first person to come in was a middle-aged man in his forties, dressed very ordinary, probably due to the hot weather, he was still wearing slippers on his feet, and he was holding a yellow-brown jar in his arms, which was more than half a meter high, showing a big belly and a small mouth, and it seemed that the weight was not light, and the man was still panting when he spoke.

"Come, let's put things on the table first......

This belonged to Tian Fan, a ceramic expert who got up and beckoned the man to put the jar on the table in front of him, and took a magnifying glass to observe it.

Behind a row of tables covered with red silk, there were six people sitting, Zhuang Rui sat on the farthest side, and after glancing at the other two who were not holding jade, he turned his attention to the jar that the first person brought, the jar was surrounded by some irregular patterns, but the more Zhuang Rui looked at this thing, the more he felt that it was a bit like the jar of pickles at home when he was a child.

Tian Fan's position was separated from Zhuang Rui by two people, Zhuang Rui didn't see it very clearly, so he simply released the aura directly and entered the jar, but found that the internal tire of the jar was poor, the firing was very uneven, and there was no aura at all, it was estimated that it was really a pickle jar, and at this time Tian Fan also sat back after reading it.

The middle-aged man sat back after seeing Tian Fan look at it with a magnifying glass, and was a little anxious, and said, "Expert, you can take a closer look, this thing was ...... when my grandfather was alive."

"This thing is a jar for pickles, and it still tastes like pickles, but it's a bit old, it should have been produced before liberation, but the workmanship is rough, the output is large, and there is no collection value, so you better take it back." Tian Fan pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and said something that disappointed the middle-aged man.

"Didn't you say that it's an antique that's kept for a long time? I've brought it all the way from home, expert, are you sure this thing is worthless?"

The middle-aged man was a little unwilling, and asked again, and after seeing Tian Fan nodding, he picked up the pickle jar from the table and left with a scolding.

Zhuang Rui was not lightly thundered by this person, and took a pickle jar as a treasure, is this a folk treasure?

Sun Lao, who was separated from Zhuang Rui by a position, saw the expression on Zhuang Rui's face, and said with a smile: "Don't be surprised, these people feel that their things are treasures, you tell them the truth, sometimes I feel that we are lying to them, Lao Tian's temper is a little straight, it has always been like this, Xiaozhuang, don't talk full of words when the time comes, if you can't see through the truth, just say that you can't see it clearly." ”

Zhuang Rui laughed when he heard this, it seems that this sentence is really the jargon in the circle, the old man taught himself to say this, and now the person next to him says the same, it is really universal.

"I said, young man, this thing is older than you, but it's not a few years older, and the prints of the sixties may become antiques in a few decades, but now the time is still a little shorter. ”

Zhuang Ruizheng was talking and laughing with Sun Lao, and the voice of the golden fat man came from the side, but the object he looked at had also been identified, and the person he identified was holding a fan, saying that it was Tang Bohu's authentic handiwork, and the golden fat man couldn't cry or laugh after reading it, this is a print from the sixties, and he had to invite this one out.

Due to the large number of people who came to appraise the treasures on the spot, the organizers discussed with the experts that different categories of collections can be identified at the same time, so that the six experts can be busy and can also increase the speed of identifying objects.

In this way, except for Zhuang Rui, everyone on the field is busy, it may be that there are fewer people who collect ancient jade, and among the more than 20 people who come up one after another, there is no one who appraises jade, Zhuang Rui seems to be a little idle, but this is also in line with his mind, and he is interested in watching several other experts identify objects.

Among them, there are the most antiques of calligraphy and painting, and the golden fat man is also the busiest person, he even looked at eleven paintings and calligraphy works, all of them were identified as fakes, and his vision was extremely old and spicy.

"Xiao Zhuang, follow Brother Ma, you should be no stranger to miscellaneous items, right? Come, look at this snuff bottle. ”

Seeing that Zhuang Rui had nothing to do, Sun Lao handed Zhuang Rui an enamel snuff bottle that he was playing with to Zhuang Rui.

"Something is fake......"

Zhuang Rui took it and pretended to look at it with a magnifying glass, and gave the answer.

"Hey, young man, this meal can be eaten as much as you like, and you can't talk nonsense, this snuffbox has been in my hand for some years. Zhuang Rui didn't pay attention, his words were a little direct, and he angered the owner of this object.

Zhuang Rui raised his eyes and saw that the owner of the snuffbox was an old man in his fifties, dressed quite elegantly, and was looking at him with an angry face.

"Xiao Zhuang, how can you be sure that it is fake?" Sun Lao also intended to take the test for Zhuang Rui.

"The mural in this thing is purely burned first and then painted, can it be fake?" Zhuang Rui blurted out, when he looked at it with aura, he found that this mural and this glass bottle were not fired together at all.

"That's impossible, I washed it with water when I bought it some time ago, and if I painted it later, it would definitely lose color. ”

The owner of the snuffbox was more and more unhappy, but he said that he had leaked his mouth, and that the object had not been in his hands for many years, as he had said.

Zhuang Rui thought for a while, picked up a single-headed long-handled cotton swab prepared for wiping objects from the table, and dipped a little of the alcohol in the bottle in front of him, these things are prepared by the organizer and can often be used in identification.

Zhuang Rui put the cotton swab stained with alcohol, stretched it into the snuff box and rubbed it back and forth vigorously for a while, then took out the cotton swab, put it in front of the owner of the snuff box, and said: "Uncle, there are a lot of pigments, not water can be cleaned, buy this thing in the future, it is better to be careful......

The old man's face was flushed by what Zhuang Rui said, but looking at the color on the cotton swab, he couldn't say a word of rebuttal, so he snatched the snuffbox in Zhuang Rui's hand and got out of the crowd.

"Okay, yes, I got a few points of Brother Ma's true biography. Seeing Zhuang Rui's three or two words, Sun Lao took the old man who wanted to take advantage of him, and couldn't help but give Zhuang Rui a thumbs up.

The TV station hosted this program, if the object is identified as a real antique, an appraisal certificate will be issued, so that there is no shortage of people who want to fish in troubled waters with fake things, you know, after the identification of these experts issued a certificate, that can immediately make the worthless fake antiques, into a real thing worth a thousand gold.