Seeing that Yu Lifei was holding things that were not very valuable, Li Xuanmo was relieved. Although he got the pile of silver dollars at an average price of 200, the offering really didn't cost anything. Li Xuanmo doesn't know much about ancient books, calligraphy and paintings, so the bid is naturally very low. This kind of bid also makes those rural people who are more ignorant of the profession even less confident, so he only spent more than 400 yuan on this red sandalwood big pen holder, and now he sells it to Yu Lifei for 15,000, which can be regarded as a point.

Score is a term used in the antique industry to refer to the antique goods purchased by antique dealers who can obtain higher profits. Li Xuanmo's 460,000 red sandalwood pen holder is now sold for 15,000 yuan, which is definitely worthy of getting points.

Naturally, it was impossible for Yu Lifei to carry so much cash, but fortunately, there was a bank next to the antique bazaar. The bank is not open yet, but there is an ATM next to it where you can transfer money. After the money arrived in his account, the stone in Li Xuanmo's heart was completely put down.

Li Xuanmo felt that Yu Lifei was generous, and he didn't drag things when he bought things, which was much better than those antique dealers. left his phone number to Yu Lifei, but he didn't expect Yu Lifei to also have a phone, after the two exchanged calls, Li Xuanmo agreed with him that if there were good things in the future, he would notify Yu Lifei as soon as possible.

"Lifei, why is this silver dollar of yours a little different from mine?" Xia Riming saw that Yu Lifei threw the silver dollar and the offering into the pen holder, and hurriedly came over to take a look, and immediately found that the silver dollar he bought seemed to be different from the one Yu Lifei held.

"Really? I think it's all pretty much the same. Yu Lifei took out the silver dollar and compared it with Xia Riming. When he took this silver dollar, he didn't look at it carefully at all, but when he took it in his hand, a three-dimensional figure of this silver dollar appeared in his mind. But he felt that the pile of silver dollars should all be the same, so he didn't care.

But now that his silver dollar is compared with Xia Riming, he immediately finds that his silver dollar is about the same size as Xia Riming's. But Xia Riming's Yuan Datou who didn't wear a hat, and his own was Yuan Shikai who wore a warlord top hat.

"Damn, why didn't you see this silver dollar just now?" Xia Riming said in frustration that he thought that the pile of silver dollars was about the same just now, so he just took two pieces of good quality from the pile of silver dollars. I didn't expect that there would be good things in there, and I didn't expect that Yu Lifei just touched it and got it.

What made him most depressed was that Yu Lifei's silver dollar was a tie-in, and if he didn't make this tie-up, it would be enough for him to buy back the big red sandalwood pen holder. Could it really be that his character is inferior to Yu Lifei? Obviously, he picked it first, but things were not as good as Yu Lifei.

"Brother Xia, do you want to go and see it again?" Yu Lifei comforted.

"I don't have that kind of life, and it won't be my turn." Xia Riming hummed self-deprecatingly and strode forward. Today, no matter what, I am quite satisfied. People made a pit, and Yu Lifei pulled himself back on the edge of the pit at the last moment. The two silver dollars I bought now, although they are not considered to be missing, may be able to double the money if they are collected for a few years.

"Less, you're also visiting the antique market?" When Yu Lifei was about to leave the antique bazaar, someone patted him on the shoulder.

"Mr. Yan, why do you have this interest? Old Wu, you are here too. Yu Lifei looked back and saw Yan Liqiang and Wu Wengu standing aside, looking at him with a smile.

"I just took a casual look, I didn't expect to run into Mr. Yan." Wu Wengu said that his visit to the antique market is purely to kill time, even if there is a leak, as long as he gets started, he will immediately double his value, and the new imitation can also become an old thing. So in the antique bazaar, he only looked at it and didn't say anything, even if he did, he tried not to stare at an object for too long. Even in the antique shop, he only went to the shops of acquaintances, but he also tried to see as little as possible.

"Less, what good things did you buy?" Yan Liqiang saw the big pen holder in Yu Lifei's hand, and his eyes suddenly lit up. He is usually very busy, and today he also wants to visit the antique market on a whim, but what disappoints him is that many things in the market, even he, a layman, knows that the way is fake. But Yu Lifei's big pen holder made him feel amazing.

"When I saw this big pen holder just now, I couldn't help but shoot again. Old Wu, you give the palm of your hand. Yu Lifei took out the silver dollar and offering in the pen holder and handed it to Wu Wengu respectfully.

"Where is this place to look? Go to the novice shop in front of you and get a bite to eat without disturbing anyone. Wu Wengu didn't take the pen holder, waved his hand, and said.

The group moved to the rice noodle shop in front and found a table in the corner, and Wu Wengu asked Yu Lifei to take the pen holder. As soon as he got started, Wu Wengu felt that this pen holder was huge in size, with similar mouth and bottom diameter, and the shape was solid and steady, which was very simple and atmospheric. The pen holder is cylindrical, flat, thick-walled, and has a bright and cheerful feeling.

The pen holder is made of a piece of fine rosewood, with a deep color, a straight texture, or undulating mountains, and the inner and outer walls of the barrel are hidden with cash stars, just like the brilliance of the Milky Way and the splendor of a summer night. The pen holder has a flat bottom and an umbilicus in the middle. The whole body has formed a rich pulp, warm and dignified.

"Less, how much did you buy this red sandalwood pen holder?" Wu Wengu asked, it is not uncommon to see plain red sandalwood pen holders handed down, but there are very few of them in size. Visually, the height of this large red sandalwood pen holder is about 20 centimeters, and the diameter has reached 244 or 5 centimeters, which is a rare boutique.

"Rosewood Brush Holder !!" Yan Liqiang exclaimed beside him, red sandalwood, mahogany, huanghuali, nanmu, red bean wood, ebony, birch, boxwood, are all precious woods in ancient China. Other than that, they are all called "firewood". It means that the wood is inferior and can only be used as firewood. And red sandalwood is the most precious of all wood, such a large pen holder, very rare.

"Fifteen thousand." Yu Lifei said calmly that he also knew that the red sandalwood was very expensive, but he didn't know how expensive it was.

"Fifteen thousand is not expensive, it can be regarded as a leak." Wu Wengu said slowly, I am afraid that such a large Huanghuali pen holder on the market now will cost tens of thousands. Such a large red sandalwood pen holder is at least more than 200,000.

"Old Wu, how much is this pen holder worth on the market?" Yan Liqiang asked, as long as it was something that Wu Wengu nodded over, he wanted to collect it. Even he felt that as long as it was Yu Lifei's things, he could collect them directly.

"Mr. Yan, I am going to use this red sandalwood pen holder to give away." Yu Lifei said that when he bought it, he was going to match it with his Daxi Cave Duanshi Liuji Yan and Luo Xiaohua's ancient pine heart ink, and then find a pen wash, pen holder, pen grid, pen boat, pen bed or something, presumably the old man will be very happy.

"Less, such a good thing, before I opened my mouth, you gaged me." Yan Liqiang pretended to be dissatisfied and said that he felt that if this large red sandalwood pen holder was placed on the desk, the grade would immediately come up.

"Less, you're really generous, this is hundreds of thousands." Wu Wengu was surprised and said that the "Nanyue Old Manuscript" given to him by Yu Lifei, and the red Sanskrit halberd lid jar in the glaze of Ming Xuande given to Ren Jingtian were all millions of things. At that time, Yu Lifei didn't know the value of things, and maybe it was understandable. But now, even if this red sandalwood pen holder is not worth hundreds of thousands, for Lifei, this is also a fifteen thousand yuan thing, just give it away, who can accept such a heavy gift from him?

"It's for an elder in the family." Yu Lifei said lightly.

Since it is given to the elders, then Yan Liqiang is not in a hurry, people want to be filial, even if he wants to collect it, he can't stop it, right? And Wu Wengu also nodded with satisfaction, many people don't know how to be grateful, Yu Lifei has money, and he can think of the elders in the family, which is worth learning from many people.

"This instrument has a magnificent temperament, full of elegant and bookish atmosphere, presumably your elder should be a well-educated person." Wu Wengu said with a smile.

"He just likes to dance and write, but in fact, he is not elegant." Yu Lifei said humbly.

"Less, what are these two things of yours?" Yan Liqiang felt that he didn't give up, since Yu Lifei didn't want to make a move, the silver dollar and a booklet could always be sold.

"Old Wu, please palm your eyes." Yu Lifei took the silver dollar and the offering, and said respectfully.

"This is 1914, Yuan Shikai is like a Republic of China commemorative coin one dollar silver coin, mirror bottom plate, the portrait has a frosted feeling, the bottom plate is flawless, the quality is better, it is a more precious silver dollar." Wu Wengu glanced at the silver dollar and said immediately.

"Elder Wu, can you please give me these two silver dollars as well?" Xia Riming was very moved when he heard that the piece of bank that Yu Lifei was holding casually had received such a high praise from Wu Wengu.

"Xiao Xia, although your two silver dollars are in good condition, they are ordinary silver dollars. Of course, three or five hundred yuan is still worth it. Wu Wengu glanced at it and said.

"Old Wu, how much is this silver dollar worth?" Xia Riming already had a hunch that the silver dollar he bought was not outstanding.

"His silver dollar is a commemorative coin, and the circulation is not large, it should be between 8,000 and 15,000." Wu Wengu said that if the market of coins rises, it is normal to double again.

"What about this?" Xia Riming was envious in his heart, and handed the offering to Wu Wengu again. Yu Lifei took a silver dollar casually, which was equivalent to his salary for one or two years, and if it was sold well, his big red sandalwood pen holder would be considered to be picked up for nothing. It's really more human than human, and it's infuriating.

"Silky!" Wu Wengu didn't pay attention to it at first, but when he picked up this offering, he immediately took out a magnifying glass, looked at it carefully, and exclaimed.

PS: The update speed has been slow in the past few days, and the editor has specially urged me, from now on, I will try to speed up the update, at least two more times a day, and ask for votes to motivate me.