Just when Qin Fan was busy, he didn't know that because of the Chenghua Doucai, there had been a lot of turmoil in the Luzhou collector circle in the past few days. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Old Huang, have you heard, there is a national treasure in our Luzhou!" In a folk collection association, an old man with gray temples but full of spirit said mysteriously.

"You're talking about Mr. Tian's Chenghua Doucai, this matter has gone crazy in the entire Luzhou collection circle, and I heard that the provincial TV station is going to find Mr. Tian for an interview."

Huang Lao shook his fan with a red face, this time Luzhou can appear a priceless national treasure, and it also makes the local collectors in Luzhou have a big face in front of the national collectors.

"It's really strange to talk about this, Old Man Tian's Chenghua Doucai also looked for me, why didn't I see that this bowl was a treasure at that time." The old man patted his thigh with remorse, if he could identify this Chenghua Doucai, he would definitely become famous among collectors across the country.

As long as you become famous, there will be countless treasure holders holding ancestral treasures to beg for people's eyes.

This is also why so many so-called appraisal experts have hollowed out their minds and want to show their faces on TV, and after becoming famous, they don't do anything else, and set up a stall under the overpass to open appraisal books for people.

In the collection of antiques, there are nine false and one true, where can there be so many heirlooms. In fact, the vast majority of the certificates issued by the so-called experts are fake. But the treasure holder holds the appraisal certificate issued by the expert, and then the fake thing becomes the real thing. In the end, the victims are collectors who have spent a lot of money and ended up buying fakes.

"Not only did you not see it, but even those old gentlemen who had identified antiques for decades didn't see it, and we were all blinded by that fake Kangxi money."

"Hey, who do you say is so lacking in morality, isn't it a bad thing to get a fake money?"

"It should be that the person who got the bowl didn't understand, and thought it was imitated by the Qing Dynasty, but when I saw that there was no money at the bottom, I wrote one by myself."

"Speaking of which, which expert took a look at this Chenghua Doucai bowl? Old Man Tian doesn't have such eyesight. ”

"It's not an expert, I heard that a young man saw it."

"Young man?" Huang Lao said with some surprise, "Chenghua Doucai, which so many experts didn't see, let a young man see it?" This is too evil. ”

"Hehe, the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, I heard that this young man has a relationship with Meng Lao, maybe he is a closed disciple of Meng Lao."

In the collection world, there are many people with the surname Meng, but there is only one who can be called Meng Lao by these two collectors, that is, the master of the collection circle in Hui Province, the old man Meng Daoqin.

At the same time, Qin Fan in their mouth was being dragged by Meng Xiaowei and took a taxi to the antique market.

There are several famous antique markets in Luzhou, and Qin Fan and Meng Xiaowei came to the antique market in Amber Villa.

Due to the rapid economic growth in the past two years, the people have spare money in hand, and a collection boom has been set off all over the country, and various antique markets have sprung up one after another.

Before nine o'clock in the morning, the Amber Hill antique market was already crowded, and it was full of players who came to Taobao.

The antique market at Amber Hill is divided into two floors, covering an area of nearly 10,000 square meters, and is home to more than 100 shops dealing in porcelain miscellaneous pieces, strange stone jewelry, woodcut calligraphy and paintings, and classical furniture.

"Rogue, give me an idea of what kind of gift to buy for grandpa."

Meng Xiaowei visited the antique market for the first time, like a curious baby, a pair of beautiful bright eyes staring at the boss, looking around curiously.

But with her eyesight, no matter what she sees, she thinks it's genuine.

Qin Fan glanced at the antique ornaments on the stall, even if he didn't use those treasure eyes, he could easily identify that most of these antiques were modern fakes and had no collection value.

"The things in the antique market are all Mongolian laymen, and most of them are imitations. Those jade ornaments, wood carvings, and stone carvings are real, but the grade is too low, and the materials used are also very ordinary. It's okay to buy it as a work of art and put it at home, but it doesn't have much collection value. ”

After the incident of Chenghua Doucai, Meng Xiaowei trusted Qin Fan's eyesight very much, and when she heard him say this, her little face suddenly became bitter, "Then what to do, blame that damn Ma Liang for using fake jade to deceive me." I don't even have time to prepare a gift for my grandfather right now. ”

"I think if you give a gift, you just need to be careful, and you don't have to be too demanding."

Meng Xiaowei shook her head and said stubbornly, "No, this time grandpa has a big birthday, I must prepare a big gift for him." ”

"Hey, look at how this pen holder is, grandpa likes calligraphy, and he must like it when he gives him a pen holder."

At this time, Meng Xiaowei's eyes lit up, stopped in front of a small stall selling wood carvings, and casually picked up a delicately carved wood carving pen holder to look left and right, and the more she looked, the more she liked it.

When the vendor set up the stall saw that the business was coming, he immediately put a smile on his face and sold it to Meng Xiaowei, "Little girl, you really know the goods, this pen holder has been handed down to me by my ancestors for three generations, the authentic small leaf red sandalwood pen holder, you look at this carving, this texture, it is definitely a high-grade red sandalwood pen holder." ”

"This tube is from the small-leaved red sandalwood?" Meng Xiaowei also has a few red sandalwood carvings collected by Mr. Meng at home, but she doesn't know much about red sandalwood, only that red sandalwood is very precious.

"How much does this pen holder cost?"

The peddler stretched out five fingers, "One price, fifty thousand." ”

"What? Such a small pen holder costs 50,000? Meng Xiaowei was taken aback by this price, although she is not bad for money, she is not a brainless rich second generation, and her family is very strict with her education, and she is never allowed to spend money indiscriminately.

"Little girl, this is my red sandalwood pen holder, which was used by Emperor Qianlong, and it is worth this price." The peddler didn't blush, and his heart didn't beat and bragging.

"Qin Fan, what do you think of this pen holder?"

Meng Xiaowei is sometimes naïve but not a fool, she believes whatever others say.

"It's okay, it's good to spend 50 yuan to buy it and put it in the study." Qin Fan took a closer look at the "red sandalwood" pen holder and said with a smile.

"50 bucks? What you think is quite beautiful, 50 yuan want to buy the red sandalwood pen holder used by Emperor Qianlong. The peddler rolled his eyes and said unceremoniously.

Qin Fan didn't mind, and said with a smile, "If this is really a red sandalwood pen holder, of course it's more than 50 yuan." Since you want to hear it, I'll tell you about it. ”

"I won't talk about the material of this cylinder, let's talk about the process first. You see the theme engraved on the pen holder is the birthday of the eight immortals, this is Tie Guan Li, this is Han Xiangzi, this is He Xianggu......"

"The Eight Immortals Birthday Celebration is a theme that often appears in carvings in the Ming and Qing dynasties, but the carving on this pen holder is average, the details are too rough, lack of delicacy, and the characters are not vivid at all, and they look very rigid."

Hearing Qin Fan say this, the vendor said unconvinced, "What's wrong with the carver, this pen holder sells for the price of red sandalwood, have you heard of an inch of red sandalwood and an inch of gold?" ”

Qin Fan shook his head with a smile, and said with a determined face, "It's because the carving is average, so you don't need to look at it to know that this pen holder must not be red sandalwood." ”

"How can you be so sure?"

Meng Xiaowei looked curious, not understanding why Qin Fan could determine that this pen holder was not red sandalwood just by carving it.

"It's very simple, the more you carve with precious materials, the more careful and delicate you must be. It's like if I have a precious piece of red sandalwood in my hand, do you say that I should go to a small shop on the street to carve it casually, or do I want to find a master carver to carve it? ”

"Of course, I'm looking for a master carver, in case the carving is broken, wouldn't it be a waste of things?"

"That's it." Qin Fan pointed to the pen holder and said, "Judging from the carver on the pen holder, it should be carved by an apprentice who has just learned wood carving, which master do you say will give the apprentice a valuable piece of small leaf red sandalwood for him to carve as soon as he comes up?" ”

"So I don't have to look at the material, just by this carver, I know that this pen holder must not be red sandalwood."

In fact, the material of this pen holder is sour wood. Sour branch wood is a hardwood like red sandalwood and huanghuali, but the price is far less expensive than the first two.

Generally, it is difficult for people who have little research on hardwood to distinguish between red sandalwood, yellow pear and sour wood, so some businessmen dye sour wood and sell it as red sandalwood.

"Hehe, I didn't expect the little brother to be an expert." After being recognized by Qin Fan, the peddler was not embarrassed, and said cheekily, "If you like this pen holder, 80 take it." ”

Meng Xiaowei saw that the pen holder used by Emperor Qianlong was cut directly from 50,000 to 80, and she rolled her eyes angrily. Dare to love this peddler to slaughter her as a fat sheep.

Qin Fan is not as angry as Meng Xiaowei, most of the things in the antique market are fakes and shoddy, and if you want to find a treasure, you have to look at your eyesight. If your eyesight is not good, you can only pinch your nose and admit it if you take medicine to hit your eyes.

"Don't buy it, let's go."

At this moment, Meng Xiaowei didn't notice that someone was standing behind her, and suddenly turned around and bumped into that person.

Then I only heard a "bang", and the blue and white bowl that the man was holding fell to the ground and fell to pieces.

Seeing the blue and white bowl shattered into pieces on the ground, Meng Xiaowei was stunned.

"Okay, you dropped my blue and white Xuande bowl, and you lost money!"

A little ruffian with a cockscomb on his head and a murderous Matt shape pointed at Meng Xiaowei and scolded.

Qin Fan was immediately happy when he saw the smashed Xuande blue and white bowl on the ground, but he didn't expect to accompany Meng Xiaowei to visit the antique market, and even met someone who touched porcelain.