"Nonsense, my rosary beads are natural amber, and the Empress Dowager Cixi has enjoyed it. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info you are deliberately retaliating, this string of prayer beads cannot be a fake. ”

Wu Yaozu's face was flushed, he lost 1.8 million, but he lost face in front of so many people, especially Meng Xiaowei, he couldn't accept it.

"Brother Qin Fan, didn't you say that the material of this rosary is real amber, why is it a fake again?" Hu Debiao's eyesight is shallow, and he has not studied amber and other gemstones, so he naturally can't see the greasy in this string of amber prayer beads.

However, his brain is very clever, and judging by the reactions of all the collectors present, he knew that there must be something wrong with the string of amber prayer beads that Wu Yaozu brought, so he did not bid just now, but waited and watched.

"The material of this rosary is indeed amber, but it is not natural amber, but second-generation amber." Qin Fan patiently explained.

"What is second-generation amber?"

Hu Debiao and Wu Yaozu were both stunned for a moment, and looked at Qin Fan with a puzzled expression, waiting for his explanation.

"The so-called second-generation amber is artificially processed reconstituted amber, also known as pressed amber."

The second-generation amber is actually the scraps, powders, and leftovers left over from the processing of natural amber into a pressure furnace to a certain extent to slowly heat and pressurize to a certain extent, so that it melts and sinters, and then forms a larger piece of reconstituted amber.

The processed second-generation amber is purified and dyed to achieve a high level of purity and clarity, as well as a more intense color, just like a gemstone.

"This string of amber rosaries is crystal clear, the color is rich and dignified, and at first glance it is a second-generation amber that has been purified and dyed." Every time Qin Fan said a word, Wu Yaozu's face became gloomy. Now that he thinks about it, his friend, who claims to be a descendant of the Eight Banners, did have something wrong when he sold him this string of amber prayer beads, as if he had set a trap waiting for him to jump into it.

It's just that Wu Yaozu is arrogant and conceited, and he doesn't have much knowledge and vision for antiques, so he can't see the cattiness on this string of amber prayer beads.

"Besides, the year of this string of amber rosaries, if it is an old amber rosary, it must be rich in pulp, and the color is not so bright. Your string of amber rosaries is as new as it does not form a pulp, and its color is too dazzling, gorgeous but not natural enough, indicating that this string of rosaries should be a modern handicraft, and the time will not exceed half a year. ”

This amber reproduction technique was developed in Austria in the 19th century, followed by mass production of the second generation of amber in Europe. At the end of the Qing Dynasty and the beginning of the Republic of China, the second generation of amber was popular in China for a period of time, and the price was much cheaper than natural amber.

"This string of amber prayer beads, I think it's worth a few hundred dollars."

At this time, Wu Yaozu's face was like gold paper, and the sweat of the bean was flowing down.

As soon as he remembered that he had used this string of amber prayer beads to show off in front of Meng Xiaowei just now, he suddenly wanted to slap himself to death.

"Xiao Wu, you don't have to mind, taking medicine and eye-catching things is very common in the antique industry, and if you eat a trench and grow wise, the money will be regarded as paying for tuition."

Old Man Meng saw that Wu Yaozu was the junior of his old friend, and comforted him.

It's just that the current Wu Yaozu couldn't hear what Old Man Meng was saying at all, and sat on the chair with a slump of his body, looking at Qin Fan's eyes full of resentment and coldness.

In his opinion, it was Qin Fan who deliberately said this string of amber prayer beads in front of so many people, which made him lose face.

An arrogant and domineering second ancestor like Wu Yaozu doesn't care about money, but his face is bigger than the sky. Whoever makes him lose face will be in a situation where he will not die. What's more, Qin Fan also made him embarrassed in front of Meng Xiaowei three times and twice, this feud can be too big.

It's just that he didn't think about it, if he hadn't died himself and deliberately provoked Qin Fan at the door of the villa, how could he end up like this.

However, at this time, no one cared about Wu Yaozu, who was lost and depressed, and everyone's attention was focused on Qin Fan.

"Xiao Fan, can you take out the calligraphy you said now for us to appreciate?"

was stabbed horizontally by Wu Yaozu, Old Man Meng and Nalan Xuan couldn't help it for a long time, and hurriedly urged Qin Fan to take out the "Cold Food Post".

Qin Fan didn't dare to slack off, took out the calligraphy from his body, put it on the table flatly, and slowly unfolded it.

"Tap, tap." Old Man Meng was afraid that Qin Fan's hands would be heavy and he would break the calligraphy.

When the calligraphy was fully unfolded, Old Man Meng and Lu Zhengyuan couldn't wait to come up, wearing magnifying glasses and not letting go of any detail.

At this time, the room was completely silent, and several people seemed to have forgotten to breathe, and they were extremely focused on studying the book on this "Cold Food Post". And Fang Xiaojun and Qin Fan didn't even dare to breathe, for fear of disturbing Mr. Meng and Mr. Lu Zhengyuan.

This copy of Su Shi's "Cold Food Post" has a total of 17 lines, and the total is only 129 words.

However, Meng Lao and the others looked at it for ten minutes, constantly studying the style, pen and ink and verve of Xingshu, and Fang Xiaojun, who was waiting, was a little impatient.

After a long time, the old man Meng who was immersed in the calligraphy finally woke up, only to see that his face was ruddy, and his eyes were full of excitement, as if he had obtained some treasure.

"Grandpa Meng, Mr. Lu, do you see that this "Cold Food Post" is the authentic copy of Wen Zhengming?"

Although Qin Fan had already confirmed this calligraphy with his treasure pupil, he still couldn't help but feel a little nervous and apprehensive at this time, if this calligraphy was Wen Zhengming's authentic handwriting, it would be a priceless national treasure, and it could not be measured by money.

"Xiaofan, you can be regarded as picking up a treasure this time." Old Man Meng took a sip of hot tea and said excitedly, "Whether it is from the aging degree of the paper, the style of the pen and ink of the calligraphy, or the stamp at the inscription, there is no doubt that this calligraphy is the authentic handiwork of Wen Zhengming." ”

Hearing Old Man Meng's words, Qin Fan's hanging heart finally let go. Fang Xiaojun's face was also full of excitement, and he was happy for Qin Fan from the bottom of his heart.

"Old man, this piece of torn paper...... No, how much is a copybook worth? Fang Xiaojun didn't know anything about calligraphy and painting, and what he cared about was the price of this calligraphy.

Judging from the reactions of Meng Daoqin and Lu Zhengyuan, Fang Xiaojun guessed that this calligraphy would definitely not be less than 1 million.

"Wen Zhengming is a master of calligraphy and painting in the Ming Dynasty, and his poems, writings, calligraphy, and paintings are all excellent. The calligraphy and painting he handed down have been popular at auction prices in recent years, and this "Cold Food Post" should be Wen Zhengming's fine calligraphy in his later years, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a national treasure. As for the price, it's hard to say. ”

"Xiaofan, I like this old man very much, I don't know what price you are going to sell?" Old Man Meng pondered for a while but did not make a direct bid, but threw this question to Qin Fan.

In fact, Qin Fan didn't know the price of this calligraphy, so he sighed and said, "Everyone here is my elders, you can look at the price of this calligraphy, and I will make a move if the price is right." ”

Whether it is Meng Daoqin, Lu Zhengyuan or Nalan Xuan, they are all well-known figures in the antique collecting circle, so naturally they will not deliberately open a low price to take advantage of Qin Fan.

"Hehe, this kid is cunning."

Qiao Shan glanced at Qin Fan appreciatively, he kicked the ball back again, and asked Old Man Meng and them to bid a few times.

"The average price of Wen Zhengming's calligraphy works is about 6.5 million. This copy of "Cold Food Post" is a masterpiece of Wen Zhengming's later years, and it must be more than this price. I'll give 7.5 million old man, what do you think. ”

As soon as this price came out, even Qin Fan was stunned, the price offered by Old Man Meng had far exceeded his psychological expectations. And this is not counting the final transaction price, which means that the price may go up.

"More than 7 million! How can this piece of torn paper be so valuable? Fang Xiaojun looked incredulous, he couldn't imagine that a few lines of words written on a piece of torn paper could buy millions, and the speed of money was even faster than robbing a bank.

However, Fang Xiaojun was not very jealous of Qin Fan, but was sincerely happy for him.

"I'll add another 1 million." Qiao Shan's bid suddenly increased to 8.5 million, and Qin Fan's heart beat faster.

At this time, Wu Yaozu was almost crazy with jealousy, and he wanted to strangle Qin Fan alive.

"9 million!" Hu Debiao gritted his teeth and shouted out the sky-high price of 9 million. Although he is worth more than 100 million, most of them are real estate, and he has about 10 million working capital.

At this time, Nalan Xuan finally couldn't help but make a move, "I'll give 10 million, and I want this calligraphy for Nalan Xuan." ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone fell silent.

It's over 10 million!

Qin Fan would never have dreamed that this calligraphy would be shouted out at a sky-high price of 10 million!

"Plus another 1.5 million, 11.5 million." Just when everyone thought that no one was shouting the price anymore, Qiao Shan added a fire and shouted 11.5 million.

"Uncle Qiao, you're forcing me." Nalan Xuan smiled bitterly, Qiao Shan and his father were called brothers, and they were his elders.

However, Nalan Xuan does not intend to give up, he is determined to get this "Cold Food Post".

"13 million, if someone offers a higher price than me, I will give up this copybook." Nalan Xuan shouted out the final price, and several people present looked at each other and sighed with some regret. The price of 13 million is already the sky, and if it continues to fight, it will be a malicious price increase, and a few of you here can't afford to lose that person.

In the end, this calligraphy fell into the hands of Nalan Xuan at a price of 13 million, and Qin Fan also jumped from a poor student to a new multimillionaire.