"Uncle, how did you get this pen?"

At this time, Wang Guan did not rush to get started and look at the brush, but first inquired about the specific situation.

"It's an ancestral thing." Father Huang said with some pride: "Xiao Wang, you may not know that our ancestor is Huang Tingjian, one of the famous four scholars of Sumen, and this brush is very likely to be something passed down from him." ”

"Stop bragging." Huang Mu shook her head and said: "You don't know how many people have seen this broken pen, and people will definitely praise it in front of you, but I don't know what to say about you behind your back." ”

"Say something about me." Father Huang snorted and said: "They don't know the goods, and they don't know the gold and jade. ”

"I would like it to be gold and jade, even if it is silver and bronze, at least it will be worth some money." Huang Mu said disdainfully: "But a broken bamboo pipe, I'm afraid no one wants to send it out." ”

"I don't want to fight with you, the woman is really long-haired and short......-sighted," Huang's father muttered quietly, and then smiled at Wang Guan and said, "Xiao Wang, don't listen to her." Let's see, this one is not an antique. ”

"Then I'll get started." Wang Guan smiled, gently took out the pen holder, and observed it carefully. The barrel is about 24 centimeters long, round in shape, and has a bright yellow color.

Wang Guan weighed it a little, and felt that the pen barrel was a little light, and then looked at the texture of the surface, it can be concluded that it is a bamboo pipe.

After looking at it for a while, Wang Guan had a preliminary judgment in his heart, and then paid attention to the bare tip of the pen. Judging from the uneven situation, it should be a long-term use of the brush to write, resulting in the bald edge of the pen.

At this time, Wang Guan stretched out his hand and pulled the sharp hair slightly, and found that the tip of the pen was a little loose, and he was able to pull out the sharp hair in the pen barrel by three or four centimeters......

"Huh!"

Wang Guan was stunned, his face thoughtful.

"Xiao Wang. What's wrong? Father Huang looked over. Then he said nonchalantly: "Don't care, the pen has already loosened, and it's not strange to fall out." ”

"Uncle. It's not easy. Wang Guan smiled, his fingers flicked, and he felt the roundness and smoothness of the pen barrel. Be more sure of your own judgment.

"Of course, how can the ancestral treasure of my uncle's family be bad." At the right time, Peng Cheng took the opportunity to pat himself on the back, and at the same time quietly stretched out his thumb to Wang Guan and secretly praised him for his cleverness.

"Xiao Peng, be honest."

However, Huang's father had sharp eyes and noticed Peng Cheng's small movements. He said angrily: "Good is good, bad is bad, you can't just be perfunctory." If you deliberately tell nonsense to make me happy. I wouldn't be happy. ”

"Uh......" Peng Cheng scratched his head. Smiled awkwardly: "Uncle, I was wrong. ”

"Uncle. You blame Peng Cheng, this thing is really good. ”

At the same time, Wang Guan hurriedly said: "Although I can't prove that this pen is something used by Huang Tingjian, I can say with certainty that this pen is at least eight hundred years old." ”

"What?"

Father Huang was stunned, a little incredulous. After all, he often says that this is an ancestral thing, but in fact he has no confidence in his heart. To put it bluntly, it's really a bit of a boast.

Therefore, after listening to Wang Guan's words, Huang's father was not only not overjoyed, but said suspiciously: "Xiao Wang, be honest......

"Uncle, I'm telling the truth."

Wang Guan smiled helplessly: "Your pen is heavy, shiny and translucent, and the weight is extremely light, so it has been stored for many years." The most important thing is that the pen is hidden in the tube, which is the distinctive feature of the famous pen Zhuge pen in the Tang and Song dynasties. ”

"Zhuge Pen?" Peng Cheng was surprised: "The pen invented by Zhuge Liang? ”

"It's not ......" Wang Guan shook his head and explained: "Zhuge pen is a kind of Xuan pen, from Zhuge Gao, a pen master in the Southern Tang Dynasty. It is said that Zhuge Gao pen has skills, exquisite skills, can be called the first in the sea, so it is also known as Zhuge pen. ”

"Xiao Wang, aren't you coaxing me?"

Father Huang said in disbelief: "I've only heard of rice paper, but I haven't heard of xuan pen." ”

"Uncle, what did I lie to you."

Wang Guan couldn't help but laugh and said: "In ancient Xuanzhou, not only was the rice paper famous, but the Xuan pen was just as outstanding. At that time, Xuanbi was famous, and the famous ministers of the Northern Song Dynasty, such as Ouyang Xiu, Mei Yaochen, Ye Mengde and others, all praised Xuanbi. This is a historical record, and it is absolutely impossible to fake. It was only in the Yuan Dynasty that the Xuanbi gradually declined and was replaced by the Lake Pen. ”

"Really!"

Seeing that Wang Guan said the truth, Huang's father believed it a little.

"Of course it's true." Wang Guan said: "Zhuge Gao of the year, the best at using animal hair to make pens, the most famous varieties of which are rat whisker pens and purple hairy pens, each pen is paid ten gold, the world is rushing to buy, but the supply exceeds demand. ”

"Ten gold, isn't that very valuable?"

At this time, Huang Mu was also attracted to it.

"Ten taels of gold, how much should it be?" Peng Cheng was also a little stunned, looking at Wang Guan's pen fixedly, and said very suspiciously: "Is this thing so expensive?" ”

"I'm talking about a special pen for dignitaries, not this ordinary type of pen." Wang Guan said with a smile: "Don't underestimate the ancients, they are also very shrewd, and they also know how to divide goods into grades and sell them to people of different classes." ”

"It's been eight hundred years, and no matter how ordinary it is, it should be very expensive now." Huang Mu hurriedly asked, still more concerned about the specific price.

"It's hard to say." Wang Guan groaned: "The collection of ancient brushes is a relatively unpopular project, unless you meet someone you like, you are willing to spend a lot of money to buy it." ”

"No, this is an antique, and no one wants an antique?" Huang Mu questioned.

"Auntie, that's not what I said." Wang Guanwen said with a smile: "For antique collections, everyone's understanding may have certain misunderstandings, and they always think that the older things are, the more valuable they are......"

"yes, what's wrong?"

Not only Huang Mu nodded, but Peng Cheng next to him also agreed.

"It's not wrong, it's very unreliable."

Wang Guan shook his head and patiently explained: "In fact, antiques are similar to today's things, they were worth a lot in ancient times, and they must be worth a lot now." If it was rags in ancient times, not many people are willing to buy it now. To put it bluntly, it depends on the quality of things. Good things must be rushed by everyone, and other celebrity effects, rarity, etc., are just added value. ”

"But I don't often take a few pieces of broken bamboo slips out on TV, and say that they are national treasures...... "Huang Mu was puzzled: "I don't think that thing is so good." ”

"That's in terms of cultural values." Wang Guan smiled: "The bamboo slips themselves don't have much value. However, the characters recorded on the bamboo slips have incalculable research value......"

"Alright. Don't intervene, withdraw money all day long, you are vulgar. Father Huang waved his hand impatiently and said, "You see how good Xiao Wang said." Cultural values. The brush is one of the four treasures of the ancient study, and it must have a high cultural value. ”

"That's right." At this time, Wang Guan was really flattering. said with a smile: "Your pen has a certain reference significance for the study of ancient Xuanbi." ”

"In other words, it's worthless." Huang Mu was a little disappointed.

"One or two thousand." Wang Guan thought for a moment and smiled: "This is my conservative estimate, maybe it can be higher." ”

"Twenty thousand?"

Huang's father and Huang's mother were a little surprised, this price has exceeded their psychological bottom line.

Seeing that they didn't believe it, Wang Guan chuckled and said, "Uncle and aunt, I'm not talking about it, and the collection of the four treasures of the study has gradually heated up in recent years. Among them, the collection of brushes is also a trend. It's a pity that this pen is only made of bamboo, and if it is a wood, lacquer, or porcelain rod carved with words or patterns, the price is incredibly high. ”

"For example, a few years ago. At a large auction, there is a Ming Wanli bamboo carved flower and bird pattern brush. The estimate was only $80,000 to $120,000, but the final price was $990,000. ”

Wang Guan smiled and said, "Of course." There is also a reason why the transaction price is high. It depends on the comprehensive measurement of quality and technology, quality and other details, so that there is such a high price. However, your pen is just a bamboo barrel, with no engraving or pattern on it, and it is an ordinary brush. If it is not possible to identify the Zhuge pen from the characteristics of the pen process, I am afraid it will not be worth 20,000. ”

"Xiao Wang, don't get me wrong. We don't think there is less money, but more money. Father Huang hesitated: "20,000 yuan, is anyone willing to buy it?" ”

"Of course I do."

While speaking, Wang Guan took out a business card of Jigu Zhai, handed it to Huang's father, and said with a smile: "Uncle, this is where I work." If you don't feel too troublesome, you can take the time to go over, and our manager will definitely accept this thing from you. ”

"Porcelain capital, it's a little far ......away," Father Huang seemed to dispel his doubts, but he didn't say anything more. After that, he put away the pen holder, but he became more enthusiastic about Wang Guan.

In a blink of an eye, it was more than three o'clock in the afternoon, and Wang Guan and Peng Cheng also said goodbye.

"Went back so early? Stay for dinner. Father Huang kept it. The two of them naturally shirked, and Huang's father didn't force it, but just smiled and let them come to play often in the future.

Out of the door, Wang Guan got into the car, and after waiting for a long time, Peng Cheng and Huang Ting said goodbye and walked reluctantly.

"Poof......

Wang Guan didn't say a word, and immediately drove away.

On the way, Peng Cheng said gratefully: "Wang Guan, today is really thanks to you for helping me share the firepower." Don't say anything, I'm having a treat at night, and I must stay up all night, and I won't get drunk or go home! ”

Saying that, Peng Cheng was a little worried: "By the way, is what you said true?" ”

"What's really fake?" Wang Guan was puzzled, and he was very skilled in operating the steering wheel, avoiding nearby pedestrians, and quickly headed towards the county seat.

"The pen." Peng Cheng frowned and said, "What if Uncle Huang really takes something to your store one day?" ”

"Cold salad, buy it directly." Wang Guan glanced at him and said, "You don't suspect me of lying, do you?" ”

"I'm afraid you can't see it accurately."

The relationship is very familiar, and Peng Cheng didn't go around in circles, and said bluntly: "However, it doesn't matter if you are wrong." If Uncle Huang really takes something to sell in your store, you must buy it, and I will pay for it afterwards. ”

"Hey, you're willing." Wang Guan said with a smile.

"There's no way, it's not easy to get a wife." Peng Cheng sighed: "Especially when I heard you say that a pen can sell for nearly one million just now, I also considered whether to go home and rummage through the cabinets." ”