It's normal for antiques to have fakes, and everyone has a time to look away.

But when Zhao Guangming heard this, he became angry, and his voice raised by more than an octave: "Fake? If you make it clear, how is it a fake? Lao Bai, you said, as long as you don't like the fit, I'll change it immediately. The latter sentence was said to Fu Chen.

Hearing this, Fu Chen was depressed in his heart and didn't make a sound.

Seeing this, Liao Zhuofan frequently winked and said, "Mr. Mu may have been deceived?" Xiao Li, what's going on with this painting and calligraphy, you can make it clear. ”

The appraiser glanced at the three of them, his eyes fell on Fu Chen, and he looked at him several times before he spoke: "This painting is Shen Shilu's "Autumn River Appreciation Picture". Shen Shilu, a person from Ming Qizhen. Landscape characters like Tang Yin. He is the author of "Notes on Yan Tian Zhai". ”

While explaining, he clicked on the picture on the tablet, handed it over, and said: "This is the "Autumn River Appreciation Picture" taken by Poly Xiamen, the transaction price is 943,000, and the time is May 2 last month. ”

When the appraiser said this, the others understood why his face was so strange. The things that have been auctioned off, according to the strength of Poly Xiamen, are difficult to look at, of course, they are genuine. Obviously, what is now on the table is, of course, a fake.

After hearing this, let alone Liao Zhuofan, even Zhao Guangming couldn't blatantly support him anymore, Fu Chen didn't want to be depressed in his heart.

This thing of his, if Jin San gave him was not a fake, then it would naturally be a crash now. It wasn't Ghost Li who met Li Kui, but a car crash. But he knew about it, but others didn't know about it, so he naturally mistakenly thought it was a fake. Someone with good intentions will be one of them, and he will be deceived, but malicious speculation, it will be much more ugly.

"Mr. Mu's "Autumn River Appreciation Picture" is of better quality, the original old mounted scroll, the quality is dilapidated, and my company is really not good at valuing." The appraiser carefully glanced at Fu Chen's face, and finally said.

Fu Chen looked at the tablet in his hand, on which was the item auctioned by Poly Xiamen, which was exactly the same as what he was holding, but his things were more intact, and there were no traces of being soaked in water or contaminated with moisture, so it really looked like a high-quality fake.

The auction information is complete and detailed, and it can be seen that it does not look like a fake, confirming that the appraiser is not lying.

"Okay, a fake is a fake." He put down the tablet, walked over directly, and brought the fake "Autumn River Appreciation Picture" over.

He sighed, feeling helpless, if it had been a few months earlier, it would definitely not be considered a fake. This mistake reminded him that the yen in the mission world will definitely crash if it is realized through antiques. There is a first, there is a second.

If there is no better way, either it will take time to sift through them one by one, or this path will have to be abandoned.

"Actually, Mr. Mu doesn't have to worry, even if it is a fake, this fake is of better quality and can definitely be auctioned off." Seeing that the appraiser couldn't speak, Liao Zhuofan immediately comforted him.

One joy and one sorrow, it's really a big ups and downs.

Fu Chen heard that this was a pretext, since it was a fake, where was there an auction company willing to take over. He took it back directly, smiled apologetically at Zhao Guangming and Liao Zhuofan, and said, "I don't know much about antiques, I'm sorry." Appraiser, please take a look at the next one. ”

"Okay." Liao Zhuofan nodded and motioned to continue.

Next, the third appraiser came on the field, and after the above two diametrically opposed developments, the appraiser was much more cautious, and after repeated appraisals, he pondered for a long time before he said.

"This is a wall clock from the time of Tsarist Russia, and look at the Russian imprint below, which should be from the time of Empress Catherine. Although it is very old, more than 200 years old, and slightly well preserved, wall clocks are not in the mainstream antiques range, and the collection is relatively niche. ”

Several people heard the words and behaved differently. The appraiser said it tactfully, but everyone here is a human spirit, how could they not understand its meaning.

Fu Chen was a little impatient in his heart, it seemed that this wall clock was going to be yellow. So far, he hasn't sold a single thing. If he doesn't gain anything, his trip will be tantamount to the destruction of the whole army.

The appraiser looked at his face and said euphemistically: "This Russian-style wall clock, placed in China, the price may not be high, if in Russia or Europe, there is a powerful auction house to auction on behalf of him, and there are people who like it, maybe the price will be a little higher." ”

This sentence is more euphemistic, but everyone knows what it means, if you want to bid a high price, you must go to Russia and Europe, you must also have a strong auction house, and finally, there must be someone who is particularly fond of this wall clock. It's too difficult to meet these three conditions.

"Just tell me, how much do you value the company?" Seeing this scene, Zhao Guangming frowned and asked Liao Zhuofan directly.

"Our company is valued at 200,000 yuan, which can be auctioned on behalf of us." Seeing Liao Zhuofan glaring at him, the appraiser finally said.

Fu Chen was very disappointed, the first North Korean white porcelain was valued at 1 million, which was barely possible, but there was no domestic market. The second Shen Shilu calligraphy and painting, the auction price was 940,000 yuan, but unfortunately it crashed. The third Russian wall clock is very old, but it is useless.

His mood had fallen to the bottom, but on the surface, he was still light, and asked with a smile: "What about the last one?" ”

The third ends, to the last. The first three made Fu Chen like a roller coaster, and his mood came and went, and the fourth one began, and he was full of ardent hope for it.

The appraiser was surprised when he saw that his face was as usual, but he didn't talk much, but started his job very professionally. opened the big screen, opened his mouth directly, and said: "This is the late Qing Dynasty Guangxu Dynasty malachite lotus leaf wash, can be regarded as a treasure, this material is very good, the shape is strange, especially precious." ”

After he said this, he stopped speaking and waited for everyone to digest the above information before continuing.

"Say, how much is it worth?" Zhao Guangming asked directly.

His eyes were staring directly at the clusters of malachite, the aggregates of which were cryptocrystalline stalactites with a peculiar shape of fibrous radial structures. With the emerald green streamlines and pale green streaks, it looks as if there is a liquid of elixir and jade flowing, shining under the light. The luster of the glass is crystal clear, and the things inside are half hidden and half visible.

Seeing that everyone's eyes were focused on him, the appraiser's mouth was dry, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva before saying: "According to the current price, the precious malachite is at least a thousand yuan per gram." This item weighs 1684 grams, and the price starts at least 1.68 million. ”

Hearing that it started at 1.68 million, several people didn't make any extra moves and continued to listen.

Seeing this, the appraiser continued: "This thing was born in the Guangxu Dynasty and can be regarded as an antique, because of its historical value, it has at least doubled, starting at 3 million. ”

Three million, Fu Chen finally breathed a sigh of relief when he heard it. With these three million, he is not worth the trip.

He noticed Zhao Guangming's eager gaze, and obviously loved this malachite very much. If it were any other time, he might give this thing a favor, or sell it to Zhao Guangming for a friendly price. But it obviously can't be done at this moment, Zhao Guangming's last samurai sword can't take out more than one million, let alone three million malachite.

Therefore, Fu Chen had no choice but to ignore it and said to Liao Zhuofan: "I urgently need money now, as long as the price is right, I can sell it now." ”

Liao Zhuofan finally breathed a sigh of relief, as long as one of the four antiques could be traded, he could be regarded as having an explanation for Zhao Guangming. Otherwise, the whole army would be wiped out, and seven or eight appraisers would be busy in vain, and he would have to bear Zhao Guangming's anger if he did useless work in the morning.

Since it was determined that it was a treasure, the transaction began, and several appraisers immediately valued it according to the market, and finally gave a relatively high price: 3.6 million.

Zhao Guangming nodded, indicating that the price was okay, and Fu Chen had no objections.

He's happy to be able to sell it. This is what Jin San found in half a day's effort, and it can be said that I am fortunate to have it, and it is not a pity to miss it. It's just because he has too high expectations in his heart that he can't help but be disappointed.

If you prepare well and spend a long time carefully shopping, you will never have the scene you just had.

After receiving a transfer of 3.6 million, Fu Chen left directly.

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