The middle-aged woman beckoned to the supervisor, and the two of them each took a key and opened the glass cabinet together.

Put on gloves, carefully take out the big bowl of red peony chrysanthemums in the glaze of Ming Hongwu, and hand it to Old Man Han.

The antiques here are all insured, and there is no jargon to put it down and take it again.

Antiques are sold on consignment here, each shopkeeper can take two percent of the buyer's profit, five percent of the seller's net profit, the rich have a strange temper, in case they get tough, they feel that they are looking down on him, pat their butts and leave, and the cooked duck will not fly?

The economy is sluggish, there are many people who sell antiques, and there are few people who buy them, and it doesn't matter who buys it, the middle-aged woman glanced at the old man, and said softly: "I have already called the boss of Alfried, he is not far away, let me greet you, Mr. Han." ”

"What a handsome boy, this is your grandson. The man who looked like a supervisor leaned over: "Boy, what do you want to drink, I'll help you get it." ”

"The water is fine, thank you. Han Xuan said, looking at the glazed red bowl in his grandfather's hand.

The woman stood quietly aside, her hands folded on her abdomen, wearing a dark gray professional uniform, and she looked very cultivated.

I don't know if the old man understands it, but anyway, the boy thinks he is reading it very seriously, and he says in a hurry: "Help me introduce it, Camille." ”

Hearing the customer's inquiry, the woman skillfully spoke: "It was fired in the Ming Dynasty of China, during the reign of King Zhu Yuanzhang." ”

The original words were almost like this, Han Xuan always felt weird, and automatically made up the emperor's brain, only to hear her continue: "The process is the same as firing blue and white porcelain, except that the cobalt is replaced with copper as a coloring agent, and the patterns of the two are similar. ”

"In the middle and late Yuan Dynasty, the glaze red was characterized by a dull color, and it was a little black when you looked closely. This color is very pure, because it is used by the king himself, the quantity is very rare, and now the porcelain market is very good, it has appeared in Hong Kong auction before, and the formalities are very complete. ”

The old man looked through the glaze at the bottom of the bowl and handed it to Camille: "Help me wrap it, wait for the next piece to settle, when will your boss come?"

"Sorry sir, he's coming soon, how about you go and rest for a few minutes and have something to eat?"

"Forget it, I'll take a look at it again, leave me alone. With a wave of his hand, the old man said.

"Okay, please call us if you need to. ”

When Camille left, the boy asked in a low voice, "No counteroffer?" The old man was confused: "Why? Isn't it all like this, just give me an invoice later, and come to them if you have any problems." ”

Han Xuan was silent.

It is inevitable to return to China to travel in the future, I want to go out shopping, but I want to be optimistic about the old man, in case I buy a modern handicraft at a price of one day, when the pig is slaughtered, they can not recognize the invoice, what is this called, by the way, eye!

The entire hall of seventy or eighty pieces of collections, half of which are handed down from China, is really art without borders, whoever holds it in his hand counts, go back a hundred years to find the bitter master, have the ability to let him come to me to go back.

Walking around alone, I can see that there are some fine products here, even the French painter Paul Cézanne's "Card Player" is also sold here, looking through the thick glass, 12 followed by seven zeros.

Good guy, 1200 million dollars, don't want to pick it up.

During the period when it appreciated, Han Xuan had hundreds of ways to multiply so much money several times, which was too cost-effective. The price signs looked at the past one by one, smacked their lips from time to time, and sighed that it was good to come over as soon as they were born in 83, and the price of antiques has risen too fast in recent years, and I always feel a little lost.

Fortunately, it's not too late, the antiques business is like stocks, and now it's a bull market, and when it goes up to this price, people are always worried that it will go down.

There are many people who think they are smart and want to take advantage of the high price, but they are not like Han Xuan, who knows that the price will not be high in the future, but sky-high.

Probably buying antiques as relaxation, just like ordinary people have nothing to do to take a sauna and go out for a walk, Mr. Han looks left and right, looking for his favorite antiques.

At this moment, he is holding the Qing Qianlong material tire painting enamel color yellow ground floating clouds flying phoenix peony pattern baggage bottle and not letting go, it seems that it is going to fall into his hands again, the male supervisor introduced next to him, his face was wrinkled with a smile, this is a large commission.

Most of the paintings and calligraphy area are Western oil paintings, and Han Xuan stood in front of one of them and looked at it for a long time.

Camille thought he liked it: "It's the work of an emerging American painter and it doesn't have much history. ”

Han Xuan turned his head and asked her, "Lady Cecilia, right, I know." ”

Reaching out to take the cup handed by the boy, Camille knew that the business had failed, and that he knew the painter, so of course he would not buy it again, and said with a smile: "Yes, it is very good, her paintings have been in short supply for the past two years." ”

"What about this, what is this?" Han Xuan asked, pointing to the half-hidden calligraphy in the cabinet.

"The work of a famous calligrapher of the Song Dynasty in China, it is too long, plus the words and seals written by other collectors, a total of fifteen meters. ”

Thinking about it carefully, the Qingming Shanghe map seems to be only more than five meters, although it is a brush word, but it is too long, especially the Song Dynasty has been preserved to this day, and shouted loudly: "Grandpa!

Old Man Han turned his head, holding the enamel colored wrapper bottle just now in his left hand, holding the blue and white Jiulong in the Tiantian ball bottle with his right hand, and walked over here, the male supervisor's eyes were all smiling.

The boy was stunned when he saw it, and thought to himself why there was another one, and he really thought he was buying cabbage.

"What are you calling me for?" the old man found that it was too heavy to hold the two, and he looked stupid, so he handed them to the man, clapped his hands and asked, it seemed to be very enjoyable.

"Look at this painting, from the Song Dynasty, fifteen meters. ”

"Who wrote it?" said the old man, looking at Camille, who was not clear, and looking at the director.

The director was dumbfounded, and a loud voice came from behind him: "It's Huang Tingjian's "Pillar Inscription", a Taiwanese collector bought it from a neighboring museum in Japan and put it here for trial sale, you want to take it for 22 million US dollars, Han." ”

Following the sound and looking back, the boy noticed that an old man about the same age as his grandfather, who should be the owner of the place, Alfried, was walking this way.

Old Man Han greeted him and hugged him, and said in his mouth: "It's really Huang Tingjian?"

"Well, it's been hidden in the neighborhood museum decades ago, and I sent someone to ask, but it's not wrong. Alfred touched Han Xuan's face: "I often hear Han talk about you, the first time you meet, you can take whatever you want, your grandfather is my frequent customer, it is a meeting gift." ”

The boy subconsciously looked at Paul Cézanne's The Card Player.

“……”

Alfred cried with a sad face: "You have a good eye, but this is not good. ”

"Help me wrap it up, so what's the good thing about calling me this time?" the old man secretly glanced at the boy, skimming the glass counter not far away.

"Of course there are good things. ”

Alfred said, "Come with me, I'll keep it in the safe."

"So you've figured it out? What do you want? boy"

"That!"

The old shopkeeper turned around and looked at it for a while, nodded and agreed, and let Camille bring it to him.