"Mr. Zhou, these things are all good things, good things! Are they all yours? This calligraphy and painting should be a work of the Tang Dynasty......

Holding the album, Zhou Dehui's hands were trembling, and there were traces of tears in his eyes.

"Good treasures, they are all good treasures! This is Yuan Qinghua, there are very few in the world, and it is so exquisite, such a piece must be worth tens of thousands of dollars!"

Zhou Ping frowned, how could it be worth such a small amount of money, and it was not even worth 100,000 US dollars?

What are you kidding, this is Yuan Qinghua!

He clearly remembered that the world-shocking Yuan Qinghua "Guiguzi Descending Jar" was sold for 14 million pounds, and the commission was equivalent to 230 million soft sister coins.

It seems that these things in Daddy Marie's collection are not too good!

Zhou Dehui continued: "When I was a buddy, my shopkeeper received a similar one, but it cost a full 30,000 US dollars at that time! ”

"Now I estimate that even if it is inflation, the price will have to rise three or four times, well, it should be able to sell for more than 100,000!"

Hearing this, Zhou Ping couldn't help grinning, it seemed that he had thought about it.

It is true that the old man has not been in contact with the antique market for a long time.

Over the years, with the rise of China and its entry into the ranks of first-tier powers, these high-end artworks from China have been highly sought after.

After the market speculation, coupled with the guidance of public opinion of well-intentioned people, those cultural relics can be said to be a price a day, doubling straight up.

Zhou Ping can see that Zhou Dehui does have an eye for antiques, but the price he gives cannot be used as a reference.

By learning from his experience and comparing the prices of various lots in auctions over the years, you can come up with a more reasonable price.

"This is a gilded bronze Buddha, this is a pastel elephant ear bottle, and there is a Xuande furnace, which is a halberd honor...... And these two, it's a pity, it's a pity...... Judging from the color style, it should be a high imitation in the middle of the Qing Dynasty, but it should be an official imitation, and it is also a high-quality product. ”

Zhou Dehui stretched out his hand and slowly stroked the album, and he treasured the things on the album, as if these treasures were in front of his eyes.

Of course, he didn't patronize himself to look at it, and he would also point out the characteristics of these things to Zhou Ping.

Each item has a unique mark that belongs to that era, exuding a different charm.

The author of each work has some unique hobbies.

For example, some authors like to leave marks in inconspicuous places in their works, others like to hide their names in paintings, and some porcelain has different characteristics of different eras, and some carvings have differences in details......

Zhou Dehui said that his eyebrows were flying, and all kinds of related anecdotes came at his fingertips, while Zhou Ping listened to it with relish and nodded again and again.

Zhou Xue was quietly serving tea and water on the side, looking very quiet.

Even so, it is still indispensable to be occasionally said by Mr. Zhou.

When he first listened to it, Zhou Ping was still a little uncomfortable.

But after listening to it a few more times, and then looking at the eyes of the old man every time he threw himself at Zhou Xue, he was full of concern, and Zhou Ping was relieved.

This is the same as parents looking at their children, no matter how good the child is, in their eyes, they are still just a child.

If you do the math, it's been almost four years since I've been away from home, and it's time to take a look at home.

Since holding the atlas in his hand, Zhou Dehui has obviously been much more energetic than when he first met, pointing to the cultural relics inside, and explaining all aspects of knowledge to Zhou Ping endlessly.

Zhou Ping is like a sponge, constantly absorbing every bit of knowledge he has said, and keeping it firmly in his heart, it is indeed a great benefit.

Zhou Dehui originally thought that Zhou Ping was just a whim, but after such a long time, seeing that he was always interested, he nodded secretly in his heart.

Finally finished talking about the last collection on the album, Zhou Dehui slowly closed the album, and said to Zhou Ping with a smile: "Mr. Zhou, in fact, just looking at the album is not much helpful for beginners, and you must see the real thing." ”

"In the antique industry, you have to see the real thing, and don't ignore the fake thing. A real master is enough to confuse the real with the fake, and only by constantly learning can he train a pair of fiery eyes and avoid hitting the eyes to the greatest extent. ”

"If you don't mind, have a quick meal at my side, and then I'll take you to the antique street in Chinatown in the evening and have a look!" said the old man.

Zhou Ping also felt that theoretical knowledge alone was not enough, and he also wanted to be able to practice it himself.

Now that Zhou Dehui took the initiative to bring it up, he naturally couldn't ask for it.

"Hehe, old man, don't be so polite, you helped me, it should be me who invited you to dinner!" Zhou Ping said with a smile.

I know the amount of food, and in order to avoid the embarrassment of the old man, I am ready to take Zhou Dehui and Zhou Xue to find a place to have a good meal.

As he spoke, there was a sudden sound of a rough door opening.

The three people in the room fell silent for a moment.

Bang dang!

The door was kicked open, and a thin, yellow-haired guy came in from the outside, it was Zhou Lei.

Looking at his staggering appearance, I don't know if he drank too much wine or was drunk with drugs.

Syllable!

After coming in, Zhou Lei casually threw the key on the ground and shouted: "Fake! Zhou Xue, hurry up and get out, Lao Tzu's key has landed, come and pick it up!"

Zhou Ping frowned.

He saw with his own eyes that this guy deliberately threw it away, wasn't this deliberately finding fault?

After Zhou Lei finished speaking, he raised his head and squinted his eyes, as if he didn't see Zhou Ping's appearance clearly, but said in a weird way: "Yo he! There are guests? The old man's is still Zhou Xue's?

"Hehe, it seems that you bastard is a dog, your recovery ability is quite strong, and your arms are so sharp?" Zhou Ping slowly stood up, his hands and bones clattered, and he looked at Zhou Lei with a frosty face.

With his eyes wide, Zhou Lei looked at Zhou Ping in a daze, his head reaction after a long period of drug abuse seemed to be a few beats slower than that of a normal person, and he focused for a while before he could see the other party's appearance clearly.

Zhou Lei suddenly hit a spirit, his body staggered, and he almost fell to the ground.

He finally stood firm against the wall, squeezed out a smile that was more ugly than crying, and stammered, "Zhou...... Week...... Sir, you ...... Why are you here?"

Zhou Ping said coldly: "Damn guy, have you forgotten what I told you last time? Xiaoxue is my godsister, if you bully her again, I will directly break your legs." Okay, to give you a choice, which leg are you going to start with?"

Hearing this, Zhou Lei's face turned pale with fright, and he turned his head and wanted to run.

Rushing up and lifting him up like a chicken, Zhou Ping said word by word: "What, do you think you can outrun me?" 8)