On the other side of the video, the previous intimate interaction of the Wei family did not affect Zhang Yang.

When I work seriously, I don't have so much giggling, I am serious and serious!

The second piece is a pair of bronze horns, an ancient drinking vessel, equivalent to a modern wine glass.

Compared with the bronze jue, the bronze horn lacks a mouth for flowing water and two decorative pillars, and is said to have been used by low-ranking nobles in ancient times.

Although in ancient times, the status of the people who used this thing was low, but in terms of value, the value of the bronze horn was much higher than that of the bronze jue.

The number of unearthed bronze horns is too small.

It may be because in the Xia, Shang and Zhou dynasties, there were not many people who were satisfied with "using bronze" but "not worthy of jue".

Like the Helin Museum, there are three jue in it, but none of the horns are there.

"Late Shang period, a pair of bronze horns, 16.5 cm high......"

"Estimated at 500,000."

After quoting the price, Zhang Yang paused.

It is not only to set aside time for Librarian He to register, but also to give the Wei family a little space for discussion.

This time Boss Wei had something to say, and he reminded Zhang Yang:

"These two bronze horns have inscriptions, and they are engraved on the edge of the mouth, Director Zhang, take a closer look."

"Really? Let me see. ”

Zhang Yang thought to himself, is there such a good thing?

Bronze horn with inscription, bought today, exhibited tomorrow.

He looked over the edge of the bronze horn, and sure enough, he saw the inscription, and there was more than one word.

There are both, and the content of the inscription is exactly the same.

Although Zhang Yang couldn't recognize these golden texts, it didn't hinder their preciousness at all.

Absolutely good stuff!

Zhang Yang was happy in his heart, but he couldn't show it.

"If there is an inscription......" he touched his chin: "1.2 million." ”

"Boss Wei, what do you think of this offer?"

The other party was silent, and at the urging of his old father, Boss Wei squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth:

"I ...... No problem. ”

"No, there's a question to ask!"

Zhang Yang stopped what he was doing and added:

"This kind of bronze with inscriptions is just very difficult to price, and I give it according to the market price."

"It's okay, Director Zhang, you leave him alone." Old Man Wei comforted Zhang Yang: "He is at a loss at a glance, let him go to internal friction." ”

"Okay, let's move on."

Zhang Yang came to the third box, and unsurprisingly, it should still be bronze inside.

The moment he saw the top of the artifact, he gasped.

If I go, I won't be able to buy this pile of stuff for the last 50 million, right?

Inside the box was a bronze vessel made of black lacquer.

When the utensils were lifted out, sure enough, the whole body was black, and the green rust was negligible.

As one of the most precious bronze pulp, black lacquer is a black skin formed under natural conditions after the surface of bronze is tinned, and the oil is black and shiny.

Unlike green rust, which can corrode the artifact itself, the black lacquered bronze ware is often well preserved.

Like the bronze piece in front of Zhang Yang's eyes, the dragon pattern on it has almost no corrosion or mutilation.

"In the middle of the Western Zhou Dynasty, there is a bronze ring, no cover, a curved neck, a beast head ring on both sides of the shoulder, a bulging belly, and three embossed animal heads on both sides of the front and back ......"

"Height 40 cm, width 27 cm, black throughout, no inscription ......"

There is no inscription, which makes Zhang Yang a pity and a blessing.

It's a pity that if this ancient wine vessel has some inscriptions, it will be directly at the level of the treasure of the town hall.

Fortunately, if the dragon ornament still has an inscription, it is a prince and a king who is buried at the bottom, and the price of that thing is really sky-high.

"Estimate, 4.5 million."

Zhang Yang thought about it and gave a moderate price.

This is to buy the collection of the Hailin Museum, and there is no need to lower the price.

And the given was too low, Zhang Yang was afraid that Wei Fuguang would lose his father's love.

But even at this price, the other side of the video still doesn't seem to be satisfied.

Old Man Wei snorted twice, and his son reported very sensibly:

"This one didn't cost anything, it was sent by Mr. Fei."

It turned out to be purchased for zero yuan?

Zhang Yang regretted a little that his price was too high.

He decided to change the valuation strategy, and on the basis of ensuring the reputation of the museum, he worked hard for Boss Wei, and first guaranteed that he could eat all these antiques.

The next two or three bronzes, Zhang Yang, were all estimated at the low value of the transaction price in the overseas market five years ago.

At first, it was okay, it is estimated that Boss Wei has been buying these things for a long time, and he is not clear about the current market.

But when it came to a bronze Yong bell (a type of chime with a long handle) from the early Western Zhou Dynasty, he was not satisfied.

Begin to cough to express their dissatisfaction.

Zhang Yang added some points to him as appropriate.

But he still coughed.

Zhang Yang has no choice, can't he use last year's transaction price to estimate him, right?

But you can't let Boss Wei cough to death here......

He could only ask out loud:

"Boss Wei, are you feeling unwell, do you want to drink some medicine?"

"Don't worry about him, he must have lost again." Old Man Wei said angrily: "The people of our Wei family must have been cut as leeks outside. ”

The old man's guess can't be said to be very reasonable, but it should be eight or nine and ten.

Zhang Yang glanced at the price of the accounting record next to him, and the current bronzes add up to twelve million.

It's already a bit of a financial strain.

He asked Wei Fuguang next to him: "How many bronzes are there?" ”

"It's the last one, it seems to be a tripod."

Ding? Zhang Yang's mind came up with the appearance of his stepmother Wuding.

The chime has come out just now, and there will be another tripod, and the bell will ring and eat, and it will be alive.

"Which box is Ding?"

"This."

Zhang Yang looked in the direction of the other party's finger.

Such a small box, which contains the tripod of the country's heavy weapon?

It's hard to put on a basketball, but it's almost the same as a volleyball.

When I opened the box, it was indeed a four-legged square tripod, and the small one was also very cute.

The height of the whole tripod is only 15.6 centimeters.

Zhang Yang felt that it could compete for the title of "bronze tripod with the smallest volume".

Although the smallest tripod in the Forbidden City, [Yingjing Deding], is only 10.5 cm high, but the legs are short.

Unlike this four-legged square tripod, the legs are longer than the body.

In ancient times, the tripod was used to cook beef and mutton, and it was generally boiled whole, so the volume was very large.

But this small square ding in the late Shang period should only be able to boil pigeons, or cook hot pot alone.

"In the late Shang period, the four-legged square tripod...... Estimate......"

Zhang Yang just wanted to give an offer of "300,000", but his eyes inadvertently saw a decoration on Ding's body and was stunned.

Is this an inscription?

Wait, why is this inscription so familiar!

Zhang Yang gasped, hurriedly walked to the pair of bronze horns just now, and picked up one of them.

Compared with this bronze tripod, sure enough, the inscription is exactly the same!

Looking at the production time again, the Ding is 1575 BC, and the Jiao is 1573 BC, which is only two years apart.

Zhang Yang looked up at Wei Fuguang, who was holding his mobile phone.

Awe, these three pieces of your father's collection, something is wrong!

(End of chapter)