After listening to Wu Ruotang's words, the young man sighed and stretched out the security door: "Please come in." Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

When Wu Ruotang entered the house, he bent down and took a pair of plastic slippers, and shouted inside: "Dad, someone is here." ”

The tower is relatively old, and his house should have been renovated very early, and the wooden floor has lost color in many places, and it is slightly loose, and there is a creaking sound when stepping on it. When Wu Ruotang followed the young man into the living room, the bedroom door on the south side was slowly pushed open from the inside, and a middle-aged man in his fifties walked out, he was probably sleeping, and the corners of his eyes showed a slightly tired color!

"Arrived so soon? My tower is hard to find, and I thought you had to arrive at three o'clock, so I went to sleep first. ”

Wu Ruotang said with a smile: "I came by taxi, and the driver happened to know this side, so he pulled me downstairs directly." ”

"I'm tired, sit down and drink some tea." The middle-aged man said politely.

"You're welcome, I'm not tired." Sitting on the sand with Uncle Xu, Wu Ruotang said directly: "Listen to Mr. Qian, the inkstone box he received from you." Do you have anything like that? Seeing Uncle Xu nodding slightly, Wu Ruotang said tentatively: "Where did you buy these things?" Why haven't I seen it in the market? ”

Uncle Xu shook his head and said, "I didn't buy it." It was given to me by an old friend, saying that this thing must be valuable, let me keep it, and have a chance to sell it in the future, I asked him what it was, and he didn't tell me at the time, who would have thought, I haven't seen anyone since then, and I don't know where I went, alas, later, when the old money came to the house, I saw one, so I sold it to him. Some of his words were vague, thinking that there was something hidden in it, Wu Ruotang was naturally inconvenient to ask, and there was no need to ask, he only cared about whether those things were real, whether they were stolen or robbed, and had nothing to do with him.

"Can I see something?" Wu Ruotang smiled!

Uncle Xu said yes, got up and took Wu Ruotang to the bedroom, pointed to a glass cabinet and said, "That's all."

There are a lot of objects in the white glass cabinet on the east wall, the top row is a few old black and white photos with scattered coins and small bowls under it, I looked at it carefully, there should be nothing valuable, my eyes gradually downward, Wu Ruotang saw the objects similar to the inkstone box that Mr. Qian said, but as a result, he was disappointed.

A Ming and Qing pen holder, an inkstone, a brush. The pen holder is very stiff and obviously artificially worn. Inkstones and brushes are commonplace, and they are both modern crafts. Yes, these are all treasures of the study, and they have similarities with inkstones! But in Wu Ruotang's opinion, it is a relationship that can't be beaten by eight poles! Could it be that the similar things that Mr. Qian said are just them? I'm dizzy, isn't that a trip for nothing?

Wu Ruotang said disappointedly: "These are what your friends gave you?" With the inkstone? ”

Uncle Xu nodded: "Yes, there is also the one on the far right, all together." ”

The thing on the right is two tumblers, and naturally it's not worth much. ”

Wu Ruotang Huo Ran looked over there and looked at it intently: "Can you get started?" Hearing what Uncle Xu said, he opened the glass door, reached out and touched the two irregular oval objects, took them, and his heart jumped suddenly, no, this is definitely not less than Weng, wooden, hollow, there is nothing in it. Moreover, they are flat at the bottom and cannot move freely. On closer inspection, the two tumbler-like objects were contained in a box with only four sides, empty on both sides, and a small brass handle on top.

Could this be......

To tell the truth, Wu Ruotang didn't know this thing, but he was almost certain that it came from Japan, just like the inkstone.

Because the painting style on it is similar to that of the inkstone, it is also a technique of painting gold.

Wu Ruotang, who was quite scheming, did not write the excitement on his face, quietly put the object back in its place, and took the inkstone to look at it a few times before turning around and saying casually: "Uncle Xu, how much are you going to sell these things?" ”

Uncle Xu was not stupid, he pointed to the pen holder, inkstone and brush: "These three things, how much money you look at, but those two things are not round." No 200,000 is definitely not sold, this is an inkstone box, type, valuable. While he spoke, his son listened in the room and did not interject.

"Two hundred thousand is too expensive." I shook my head without thinking, "And I don't even know what it is?" Do you know what to do? "The inkstone box that is more delicate than this one, he only sold Mr. Qian for 80,000 yuan, but it is not as good as this inkstone, but it is 200,000 yuan as soon as he opens his mouth, which is indeed a bit outrageous.

"That's what it's worth." Uncle Xu didn't know if he wanted to.

Wu Ruotang shook his head and said: "Uncle Xu, I'm young, but don't take me as a big wrongdoer, I think, Mr. Qian told you on the phone, right?" I was also present at the time, and I really listened to the words of the four experts in the treasure appreciation column. ”

Uncle Xu looked at me fearlessly: "Then you still want to buy it?" "I don't know what Mr. Qian told him, he seems to expect me Wu Ruotang to buy it.

Wu Ruotang smiled bitterly: "If you think I have to buy it, and then the lion opens his mouth, then we can't talk about it, hehe, what about this kind of thing, you can keep it if you want, 200,000?" It's only 200,000 yuan for me to buy a pair of ice bracelets, right? Leave! "Wu Ruotang pretended to leave, uh, it can't be regarded as a pretend, he really wants to leave. Because the price of 200,000 is indeed too high, he doesn't have so much money on him.

When Wu Ruotang came out of the bedroom, Uncle Xu's son seemed to be unable to hold his breath, and the young man said, "Wait a minute, how much do you want?" ”

Standing in the living room, Wu Ruotang looked back and thought about it, "You also know that I gave Mr. Qian an inkstone box of 30,000 yuan, but your thing is worse than an inkstone, well, it's the same." ”

The young man glanced at his father, and Uncle Xu shook his head resolutely: "The expert's words are not necessarily right, besides, my piece is different from the inkstone, how do you know that it is a fabrication?" We don't have to beat around the bush, since you want to buy it, there must be your reasons, 100,000, not a penny can be low. ”

"Do you think you're real? It's not the same as Mr. Qian's inkstone? Wu Ruotang frowned.

Uncle Xu said: "That's nature, this thing is very finely made, and the pulp is good, I have found someone to identify it." ”

Wu Ruotang asked rhetorically: "What about the appraisal certificate?" Seeing that he was silent and silent, Wu Ruotang said again: "I understand, you don't know whether something is true or false, good or bad, and you are afraid that you will lose money if you sell less, but have you ever thought about it, besides me, how many people will be willing to spend tens of thousands of yuan to buy you in the future?" And how do you know that I won't lose money if I buy it? Do you know what I bought it for? ”

"Do what?" The young man wondered.

Wu Ruotang shook his head in a foolish manner, this is a means of bargaining, and he can't expose the bottom to others. (To be continued.) )