"Old man, isn't it just to help him identify antiques? He has cheapened you by more than 10,000 yuan......

Although he heard Sun Lao's explanation, the fat man still said that he couldn't understand, in his opinion, just a few words casually can be so cheap, where in the world can he find such a good thing?

"Young man, be a principled ......"

Sun Lianda smiled and shook his head, in recent years, the antique market has gradually become hot, and even the appraisal certificates of those experts have become popular, and many so-called "expert" certificates are flooding the antique market, which makes Sun Lianda very unaccustomed to it, and there is no reason for leaving the capital.

What's more, Sun Lianda is not short of money, his eldest son is a well-known oil painter at home and abroad, and his works are sold in foreign galleries, one is about one million dollars, and the money given by his son alone is enough for Sun Lianda to collect some of his favorite objects from time to time.

"Hehe, old man, what do you think I should do in the antique business?"

The fat man squinted a pair of small eyes, diligently filled Sun Lianda's already empty cup with water, and said: "My fat man has no other strengths, he just loves to learn, old man, can you teach me the ability to identify antiques with one or two hands?"

After seeing that the broken fan without a skeleton could be sold for fifty or sixty thousand yuan, the fat man was really moved, instead of pulling Fang Yi around to find a job, it was better to mix in the antique shop, anyway, he still had 20,000 yuan paid by the Manchurian army in hand, which should be enough for the two of them to toss for a while.

As for Sanpao, the fat man didn't count him in, because Sanpao's hukou was already in Jinling City, and he had been working for work assignments during this time, and with the relationship between Sanpao's family, this job should not be very bad.

"Love to learn, fat man, I think you love to brag, right?"

After hearing what the fat man said to Sun Lao, Fang Yi and Sanpao couldn't help laughing, especially Sanpao, who ruthlessly exposed the true face of the fat man, saying that when this kid went up the mountain before, every time the old Taoist priest handed Fang Yi to recite ancient texts, the fat man would sleep in a dark night.

"Sancannon, what do you say? I didn't find anything I was interested in before, but now I've decided that I'll be in the antique industry in the future......

Anyway, the fat man's face is not very white, and I don't know if it will be red, so he said generously: "With Sun Lao as a teacher, I will definitely be able to do it in the future, because I feel that I was born to eat this bowl of rice......"

"Hey, young man, you can eat whatever you want, you can't talk nonsense, I can't be your teacher......"

After hearing that the fat man had already called himself a teacher, Sun Lao, who was still smiling, almost didn't fall off the hospital bed, what a joke, in addition to teaching his two sons some knowledge of antique identification, he did not have a disciple.

This is not to say that Sun Lianda cherishes himself and is reluctant to pass on his skills to others, it is really Bole is always there, and Maxima does not have it often, and he has not met a person who can make him willing to accept him as a disciple so far.

It is important to know that the identification of cultural relics is a work that uses traditional methods or modern science and technology to analyze and identify the authenticity, age, texture, use and value of cultural relics, which requires the appraiser to have knowledge of history, geology, typology and other disciplines.

This kind of all-round talent also needs rich practice, just like Sun Lianda, a person who has touched the authenticity of cultural relics all his life, sometimes he knows the truth and falsehood by feeling as soon as he gets started, and this kind of experience cannot be taught in the classroom.

Since ancient times, there is also a saying of "ophthalmology", relying on eyesight, relying on the conscience of the industry, because in the face of huge interests, moral constraints often seem pale and powerless, especially after the collection has begun to heat up in recent years, affected by many factors such as money, favors, and face, identification often becomes "uncertain".

People with eyesight, Sun Lianda has met a few, but in terms of conduct is much worse, Sun Lianda once pointed out a young man in a museum, but when the person himself was still half-, he actually dared to give people an appraisal certificate, which made Sun Lianda very disappointed, and also cut off the mind of accepting disciples.

As for the fat man in front of him, Sun Lianda will not teach him the knowledge of cultural relics identification, because he can see at a glance that as long as there are interests, this fat man can definitely take out his father's night pot and sell it, and the bottom line is not ordinarily low.

"Old man, think about it, I'm very hard-working...... "The fat man's skin is really not ordinarily thick, and it sticks like a gummy, so he has to help Sun Lao knock his legs and beat his back.

"Don't, you kid stay away from me, this leg is broken......" Old Sun's hand was on the call button, if the fat man really came up, he could only call the doctor to drive him away.

"Old man, we can meet in a ward, that's also fate......" The fat man stopped his hand stupidly, and asked with a sad face: "Old man, do you think I really can't do this business?"

"With your cheek, you are capable, but you can't do it with your eyes and take medicine......"

Sun Lianda smiled bitterly when he heard this, the fat man's dead-skinned temperament even made him a little unbearable, and he was really suitable for business, but engaging in the antique business requires a certain amount of eyesight, and when the fat man first did it, he must have to pay some tuition.

"Hehe, I started from a young age, and I can't lose much...... "Old Sun's words made the fat man's heart hot again, and he squinted his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking.

Growing up together, Fang Yi knew that whenever the fat man had this expression, he must have something bad in his heart, and he also saw Sun Lianda's reluctance to accept disciples, so he immediately said, "Okay, fat man, can you buy me something to eat first?"

"Don't say it, I'm hungry too......" After hearing Fang Yi's words, the fat man stood up, looked at Sun Lao with a flattering face, and said, "Old man, what do you want to eat......?"

"No need, someone brought me food...... "Sun Lao waved his hand again and again, he was really afraid that after this little fat man bought something for himself, he would immediately be able to beat the snake with the stick, and then put forward some requirements that he couldn't do.

"Old Sun, I'm sorry......"

After the fat man and the three guns left, Fang Yi said apologetically: "My friend's name is Wei Jinhua, he is actually very good, and he is also very kind-hearted, but he is afraid of poverty, as soon as he hears that the antique business can make money, he wants to learn some knowledge from you......"

"It's okay, I'm not angry with him, his personality is suitable for business......" Sun Lao waved his hand and said with some curiosity: "Xiao Fang, can you show me the beads in your hand?"

In fact, Sun Lianda's eyes had already noticed the two strings of beads that Fang Yi was wearing, but there were many people just now, and he was embarrassed to ask Fang Yi for it, after only the two of them were left in the ward at this time, Sun Lianda finally opened his mouth.

"No problem, this is the ...... my master left me" After a little Zhou Tian's adjustment just now, Fang Yi's state was much better, at least his hands had some strength, and he handed the two strings of Taoist beads to Sun Lao at the moment.

"Hmm, this is not a Buddha bead, ......" Sun Lianda was stunned for a moment as soon as he got his hands on it, because the string of prayer beads with only 8*6mm should be less than one hundred and eight pieces, Sun Lianda twisted it with his hand and found that this string of prayer beads was only eighty-one.

"This is not a Buddha bead in the first place...... After hearing Sun Lianda's words, Fang Yi said with a smile: "This is called a flowing bead, and it is a prayer bead used in Taoist cultivation......"

"Well, that's right, ninety-nine eighty-one, representing Laojun's eighty-one transformation, also represents the ninety-nine pure yang qi, it is indeed a Taoist thing......" Sun Lianda looked at Fang Yi in some surprise, and said: "Xiao Fang, do you know that this thing is called Liuzhu? It seems that you know Taoism very well......"

Sun Lianda's knowledge is very profound, and he has some research on Buddhism and Taoism, he knows that although Taoism is a local religion, due to the different tenets of preaching, for more than a thousand years, the influence of Buddhism on the common people is undoubtedly more far-reaching, not to mention that Fang Yi is just a young man less than twenty years old, even the old people in many old antique shops, and they may not know that Taoist prayer beads are called Liuzhu.

"Hehe, my master is a Taoist priest......" Fang Yi smiled, but he didn't say much about himself, although he grew up in the mountains, he has been very stable since he was a child, and he still understands the truth that he only speaks three points when meeting people.

"No wonder......" Sun Lianda nodded with relief when he heard this, and asked with a smile: "Then do you know what material this bead is?"

"Eighty-one are old red sandalwood, which is something in the middle of the Qing Dynasty......"

Fang Yi had been playing with these two things for several years, so he naturally knew their origins, and said at the moment: "The string of twelve is handed down from the early Qing Dynasty, and it is made of old agarwood, I wear it to refresh my mind......

"Huh, this is old agarwood?"

Sun Lianda's attention just now was on the old red sandalwood beads, and when he heard that the other string was actually an agarwood bead, he was stunned for a moment, his face became solemn, and he took the magnifying glass at the bedside in his hand.

"That's right, it's really an old agarwood, and it's a top-notch black agarwood!" After carefully observing for a while, Sun Lianda put down the magnifying glass in his hand, and showed a look of amazement on his face, it was obvious that this string of agarwood was very unexpected to him.

Take it in your hand and look closely, the simple and elegant feeling of this string of beads is immediately revealed, and the pulp is thick, the black hair oil, the color is bright, the fragrance does not fade for a long time, and a thick and delicate layer of agarwood appears on the surface, but it is not greasy or dirty to touch, it is a top bracelet with full taste and elegance.

And Sun Lianda rubbed it in the palm of his hand, and found that this bead would produce a faint intermittent fragrance, which went straight into the nostrils, secreting people's hearts and spleens, and it was wonderful, so that Sun Lianda was a little reluctant to let go.

"This is the best agarwood that has been passed down for hundreds of years, and it is very precious......"

Sun Lianda said again and again that he knew very well that bracelets like this handmade agarwood in the early Qing Dynasty were extremely rare and more precious.

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