Chapter 13: The True Host
It's such a big detour, just to express this to me?
Cut!
What is Zuo Bing, and I can't handle it?
If she knew that she and Zuo Bing were the last line of defense, I really don't know what she would think?
Forget it, just let this self-righteous colonel flower be proud, right?
Chen Fan came to Baibao Zhai.
When Zuo Handong saw him coming, he said excitedly, "Little brother, come on, please sit inside." ”
"Let me introduce you, these are all bigwigs in the antique circle."
There are six or seven people sitting in the store, and these people look like bigwig-level figures.
Someone was wearing a Tang costume and holding the stars and moon Bodhi in his hand.
Someone is coiled with walnuts, combed a big back, and looks like a big man.
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Seeing Zuo Handong calling Chen Fan over, everyone was stunned, and quickly frowned, "Mr. Zuo, what do you mean by this?" ”
"Just such a little kid coming over and helping everyone with their eyes?"
"What are you kidding?"
"When we played in this industry, he probably wasn't even a tadpole."
……
Several people expressed disdain, and Zuo Handong said, "Hey, you can't say that." ”
"There is no elder or younger, and those who are capable are teachers."
"Chen Fan is a top student of Jiangzhou University, although we entered the industry relatively early, we are professional!"
"It doesn't hurt to let him see."
"Okay, then let's look at Mr. Zuo's face and let him take a look and open his eyes."
A man in his fifties, dressed in a long robe, replied contemptuously.
This man is dressed very interestingly, and he is also wearing a long gown on a hot day, and he has two gourds coiled in his hands.
It feels a lot like an ancient shopkeeper.
On the table of Baibaozhai is an antique, about 40 centimeters high.
"Little brother, this is the treasure."
"We all studied it for a while, but we didn't see anything. You can help me take a look. ”
Chen Fan just glanced at it very casually, and a line of information immediately popped up in front of him: 1996 folk kiln.
But Zuo Handong told himself that this was from the Jin Dynasty.
Chen Fan did not immediately make up his mind, but picked up the jar and looked at it carefully.
Although I can't see any doorways, from a layman's point of view, this play is indeed the same as the real thing.
The whole jar exudes a quaint atmosphere, as if it has really existed for thousands of years.
But he believed in the information he saw with his eyes, needless to say, this jar should have been deliberately made by someone, but the level of olding was very high, which made these people present look away.
Zuo Handong asked, "Little brother, how is it?" Can you see anything? ”
Chen Fan shook his head, "This is a 96-year-old counterfeit." ”
"What are you kidding?"
The man in the long shirt who spoke just now stood up, "So many of us can't see it, why do you say that he is a fake from the 96 imitation?" ”
"Yes, do you have a basis for saying that?"
Another man in Tang costume asked unwillingly.
Because they unanimously thought that it was something from the Jin Dynasty, Chen Fan said that it was a fake in 96.
"You also believe the words of a yellow-mouthed child, I don't think he understands anything."
"Regardless of whether this treasure is real or not, why does he think that this is 96 years old, and he is so accurate?"
"That's right!"
Zuo Handong was also a little puzzled.
No matter how powerful a person is, he can only see the approximate age, but Chen Fan insisted that this was an imitation of 96 years.
This really stumped Chen Fan, could he tell these people that his eyes had special functions?
Seeing that everyone was suspicious, he shook his head,
Let's finish pretending!
The deeper you pretend in this industry, the more convincing you can be.
Glancing at everyone lightly, "I can only tell you that it is a 96-year-old imitation, and it is your business if you have to treat it as a treasure." ”
"Anyway, you won't lose my money."
“……”
Everyone was stunned.
Chen Fan said, "You are all leaders in this industry, can you make me so clear what you have to say?" ”
He pointed to the dozen or so antiques on the shelves of Baibaozhai, "From the early Southern Song Dynasty." ”
"This is from the Qianlong period."
"This is from the Wenjing period of the Han Dynasty."
"This is Qinghua porcelain from the Yuan Dynasty."
“……”
explained the origin of these antiques one by one, and everyone was stunned.
This kid really has a few brushes, and he can sweep out the origin of these things at a glance.
They are all friends of Zuo Handong, and they know exactly what treasures Zuo Handong has here.
The circle is so big, whoever receives a treasure today, the circle immediately spreads.
Chen Fan is not bad at all, is it really a few people who have lost their eyes?
At this time, Zuo Handong answered a phone call, "Well, well, I know." ”
Hanging up the phone, he said to the crowd, "Now it has been confirmed that it is indeed a modern imitation." ”
For the sake of safety, Zuo Handong deliberately sent the jar to the authoritative department for identification.
Unexpectedly, experts from authoritative departments also said that this is a recent imitation.
The time should be around nine years, and he can't say the specifics.
Everyone looked at Chen Fan in a daze, "Did he really say it right?" ”
Thinking of Chen Fan telling the origin of these antiques in Baibaozhai just now, they also had to admire.
After all, so many people have been studying for so long, and only Chen Fan can see it.
"Young man, you're awesome!"
A middle-aged man in a Tang costume gave him a thumbs up.
"Little brother, come and sit in my store when you have time."
The other party handed over a business card and sent an invitation to Chen Fan.
The man in the long shirt also said, "You are also welcome, I have time to come and see." ”
The people who were indifferent just now became enthusiastic one by one.
handed over their business cards one after another, but Chen Fan was also humble and put away their business cards.
"Mr. Zuo, excuse me."
After a few people left, Zuo Handong said excitedly, "Little brother, I still have a treasure here, please help me palm my eyes." ”
Zuo Handong went upstairs and took out a rectangular box.
This is a painting and calligraphy work.
The box is very ordinary, nothing special.
Zuo Handong opened the box and took out the long scroll.
It was a particularly delicate painting, more than a meter long and about 80 centimeters wide.
Zuo Handong said, "This is what I spent more than 8,000 yuan to get back, it should be genuine, but I always feel that something is wrong." ”
Chen Fan took a closer look, and two different pieces of information appeared in front of him.
In 1756, Zheng Xie.
In 1938, Huang Yu'an.
Chen Fan doesn't know who Huang Yu'an is, and he is probably not very famous.
But the name Jung Xie startled him.
When the scroll opened, it was just an ordinary landscape painting, and the inscription on it was Huang Yu'an.
From a layman's point of view, the painting is not bad either.
What puzzled Chen Fan was why two different pieces of information came out of a painting?
Chen Fan was puzzled, after all, this was the first time he had encountered such a tricky thing since he had possessed magical abilities.
"I'll have to take a closer look!"
Chen Fan approached and watched carefully.