Master Shangguan has spoken, and this treasure appraisal meeting has officially begun.

The first to bear the brunt is a noble son, tall and elegant figure, the clothes are ice blue fine silk, embroidered with elegant bamboo leaf pattern of snow-white piping and his head of the mutton fat jade hairpin complement each other, at this time also do this dress is the prince of the noble blood of the previous dynasty, this person is the famous Jinbeile in Jinling City.

Kimbellor took out a nanmu box from behind him, which was a meter long.

Fan Mazi said "yo", "Jin Baylor has made a big guy this time?" ”

Kimbellor smiled, "Sacrifice ugliness, we haven't had a decent treasure appraisal meeting here for many years, so that the northern part has always thought that we have no treasures." Jokes, we have a lot of treasures, they are all hidden at home, I'll take the lead today, you have a look. With that, he opened the box, and took out an oversized porcelain vase.

Everyone knew at a glance that Jin Belle had made a bloody investment this time, this is a blue and white cloud dragon plum bottle, looking at the style, it should be something from Jingdezhen in the Yuan Dynasty, and the key to this thing is that the head is very amazing, and such a big bottle is almost impossible to see on the market now.

The people present were basically experts, and when they saw that their eyes were shining, Kimbellor smiled and said, "Who will take over first?" ”

Treasure appreciation, as the name suggests, take out the treasure to naturally have a taste, just like tasting tea, you can tell a way, such as the origin of the baby, the value, and even see that it is fake, that is a very face-saving thing.

It's just that the thing of Kimbel is too precious, and no one dares to take it at once.

At this time, the old man Shangguan suddenly said, "Little grandson, bring the things and let the old man open his eyes." ”

Jin Beile respectfully took the things over, and the old man Shangguan praised while looking at it, "My old man has seen a lot of good things in his life, and this bottle can at least rank in the top ten." With that, Old Man Shangguan began to explain to us the identification of Yuan Qinghua.

"The general characteristics of the porcelain of the Yuan Dynasty are thick and dignified, majestic and majestic, especially the high-grade fine porcelain, including the positive type of blue and white, which is particularly obvious. This has to do with the bold character of the Mongols, but also with the fact that it is an export. The most important type of blue and white is the large plate, and the heirloom is also the largest plate. ”

The old man Shangguan was really happy to say it, and Fan Mazi suddenly interrupted, "Old man, how much is this thing worth?" ”

The old man Shangguan glared at him, "Money money, money, stinky boy knows money, can the baby negotiate the price?" ”

Fan Mazi said with a smile, "Yes, yes, the old man taught me." But I'm a rough man, just vassally elegant, unlike my little brother Fan, who has a family background and is knowledgeable, and is still the secretary of the chief of education, hehe, hehe. After he finished speaking, he glanced at Fan Yuanyuan, intentionally or unintentionally, as if he was laughing at Xiao Yuanyuan, a knowledgeable reader, who was not as good as a rough person like him.

I scolded to myself, this is really a love rival to see the red, my heart said that this guy is ruthless enough, first beat himself with a stick to the scalp bleeding, this is to spoil Xiao Yuanyuan, poor Xiao Yuanyuan wanted to fight back for a while and didn't know where to put his mouth, sure enough, he was invincible.

Huang Hatyu probably couldn't bear Fan Yuanyuan's ugliness, so he carefully pulled Fan Mazi. Fan Mazi shook her hand and glared at her viciously. This glance at Huang Hatyu was not good, and he glared out of Xiao Yuanyuanhuo, and I saw that his breathing became thicker, and he was obviously trying his best to endure it.

The old man Shangguan didn't see anything, so he had to say helplessly, "The young people now know how to raise money, I think our Jinling Ancient Tibetan Realm is about to come to an end." Anyway, if this thing is not hype, the market price is about one million. But I'm not good at porcelain, and if I am asked to make it, I can only pay 800,000. ”

"So cheap! This will be worth hundreds of millions in the future! I whispered to Changsheng, "Little Broken Dao, if you have enough money to buy it now......

Changsheng pouted and said, "I don't have so much money......

The fat Buddha on the side suddenly said, "I'm more interested in porcelain, is Baylor willing to cut love?" ”

Kimbellor laughed and glanced left and right, "Say it again, talk about it." ”

The fat Buddha said, "Well, I recently received an ancient book, and everyone has seen it and helped identify it." ”

It is a yellowed ancient book, placed in a nanmu box, covered by a glass cover. Judging from the paper, it should be a long time ago, but it can't be touched anymore, it is as brittle as paper ash, and it is estimated that it will break when touched.

"Look, everybody."

Fan Yuanyuan glanced at it a few times and saw that Changsheng was confused, so he explained in a low voice: "Although there are few ancient books on the market now, the price of this kind of thing is actually not very high. There is an old saying in the ancient Tibetan world, which is called one character painting, two bronze, three porcelain, and four precious stones. Although ancient books and calligraphy and paintings are a series, it is actually a cold system, which belongs to the priceless thing, and most people don't like this kind of thing, because it is difficult to sell it. ”

After listening to Fan Yuanyuan's words, I was impressed by him, because my grandfather used to be a professor of ancient literature, and I still know a little about calligraphy and painting. Another reason why the price of ancient books is not high is that it is difficult to preserve, which requires a set of extremely professional techniques, which are generally only available in large museums, and ordinary people make it too expensive.

Ancient paper is generally rice paper or hemp paper, this kind of paper has high requirements for the environment, extremely fragile, even the air is dry or humid will have a huge impact on it, and even a little carelessness is easy to break. And there is also a big difference between our Chinese ink and foreigners' oil paintings, like a certain aristocrat on TV, and the oil paintings of such and such a family are hung at home, and others praise them when they see them, wow, you are really rich.

This is impossible in China, no SB will be willing to hang Tang Bohu's real work on the wall, in that case, within 5 years, this painting will be destroyed, the aura is completely gone, and if you don't pay attention to it, it may even oxidize and corrode, which makes my grandfather know that he has to kill him. The calligraphy, paintings or bronzes you see in museums today are actually high-precision imitations, that is, fakes, and the real ones are generally kept tightly in the zài warehouse.

This fat Buddha is also an antique master, and suddenly took this thing out, isn't it a loss?

I saw that the strange young man seemed to be closing his eyes all the time, and the things around him didn't seem to cause the slightest wave, so I had the courage to look at it a few times, and finally saw something different, although the ancient book paper was very old, but it was not an ordinary written word, but a strange text that twisted and turned like an ant, and I knew in an instant what kind of text it was, damn it, this kind of thing appeared in this place.

I glanced at Changsheng, and saw that he was also shocked, thinking that he also understood what this thing was, this thing can't be touched casually, who knows what weird and terrifying things will happen. When Changsheng and I were both Spartan, we heard Fan Mazi suddenly provoking Xiao Yuanyuan again, "Little Brother Fan, you can't pretend to be dumb as a scholar, tell us about it." ”

Because of the relationship between the Qilin Tomb at the beginning, I read a lot of scriptures, and I am still more professional about this thing, this Fan Mazi clearly wants to see Xiao Yuanyuan's jokes, this Xiao Yuanyuan is also the top boss of my parents, and besides, this girl is the most unattractive and bullying master, and her temper is almost endured, so she explained to Changsheng nonsense, and Changsheng quietly whispered a few words in Fan Yuanyuan's ear.

"My little brother Fan is clumsy, hehe, then ask the Buddha to tell us about it......" Fan Mazi saw that Xiao Yuanyuan didn't speak, so he said with a thorn in his yin and yang strange words.

"Wait!" Xiao Yuanyuan simply followed what he said just now, "Okay, since Brother Mazi wants to hear it, I'll talk about it." ”

Fan Mazi looked angry, and the fat Buddha immediately made a gesture of please.

Fan Yuanyuan pretended to take a closer look, pointed to the strange words on the ancient books and said, "This word looks like Sanskrit, but it is not!" ”

"Isn't this a hand-copied Sanskrit sutra?" Fat Buddha frowned slightly and couldn't help asking.

"Buddha, this is a great evil thing, this is a text for ghosts...... Text! ”

Xiao Yuanyuan's words were shocked, and the cold and quiet young man instantly opened his eyes and shot out a faint light.