Appreciation of treasures

Chapter 983 The middle-aged man who came to challenge

Chapter 983 The middle-aged man who came to challenge

The young man still didn't give up, and asked: "Master Zhao, how is the quality of my decoration? The boss told me that the quality of this thing is very good, it is the best Hetian nephrite."

Hearing this, before Zhao Gang could speak, Baoyou who was next to him blew up the pot first.

"Young man, you are still too young. You won't understand how evil those bosses are until you are fooled a few times. You believe this."

"Xiangzi, do you know how expensive Hetian nephrite is? For such a large piece, if it is real Hetian nephrite, it will cost at least tens of millions. His boss is not a fool, so he will sell it to you for tens of thousands."

Among them, Baoyou, who had something good to do, ran forward and touched the "go with peace of mind" in Zhao Gang's hand a few times. Even those who were amateurs in appraising treasures came to a conclusion.

This is not the finest Hotan nephrite at all. The material is not clear, but it cannot be nephrite.

There are also some treasure friends, holding some things like magnifying glasses, running up to look left and right.

There are some tools among them that even Zhao Gang was amazed when he saw them.

There are also capable people in Baoyou.

Zhao Gang thought in his heart that it is really impossible to say that it is a lie in the world of antiques that there are masters out of the people.

In the end, in the joint discussion, it was unanimously confirmed that the material of this young man's "go with peace of mind" is not a good thing, and it is most likely a glass glazed handicraft.

The young man asked disheartenedly: "Master Zhao, just tell me, how much is this thing worth?"

Zhao Gang said with a smile: "At best, it looks like Xiao Zhongxiaoqian, and I almost can't afford a Huazi."

In fact, Zhao Gang didn't want to hit young people so cruelly. After all, this kind of new force in the antique world can be pulled up one by one.

But with so many treasure friends watching, Zhao Gang couldn't open his eyes and talk nonsense, so he had no choice but to say so.

The young man asked with helplessness in his eyes: "So, this is not from the Qing Dynasty?"

Zhao Gang couldn't even open his mouth to answer this question, so this question was naturally answered by other collectors of treasure friends.

"Little brother, I have estimated the price for you. The small and medium-sized one is 2000 yuan, and the Huazi is only 600 yuan. In this range, do you think it is possible for such a large Qing Dynasty thing?"

"Young man, don't be discouraged, it's normal. The antique industry relies on experience accumulation. You are still young. It's not normal to be fooled. Look at us. I don't know how many losses we have suffered. Until today Still suffering, the most important thing is to have a good mentality.”

"Antiques, sometimes the charm is not to find the missing ones, but to understand the history, broaden horizons, and meet a group of friends."

The young man took his things handed over from Zhao Gang, nodded and said, "Okay, what you said makes sense."

Zhao Gang said with a smile: "Young man, keep working hard, keep going, sooner or later you will become a master, and when the time comes, you can buy real things if you want, and no one can cheat you."

The young man nodded, and then he finally asked Zhao Gang a question: "Master Zhao, if I want to buy antiques in the future, what should I mainly look at?"

Zhao Gang said: "First of all, don't rush to buy, you should go to various formal auction houses to see what kind of things you like the most, whether it is gold stone calligraphy and painting, or ceramic tiles, etc. You have to understand the dynasty, what category, and the approximate price."

"In this way, when you go to the antique market, you won't let the boss spread the word, because you know it's not true. Otherwise, since the boss knows, why would he shout such a low price?"

"Secondly, you'd better find some old masters to teach you experience, let them show you more real things, observe and observe more, feel the feelings, and understand what the real things look like, so slowly and step by step , will succeed.”

After listening to Zhao Gang's words, the young man nodded thoughtfully, and the mournful expression on his face changed back to joy.

He bowed to Zhao Gang and said: "Thank you Master Zhao, I didn't come in vain this time, I learned a lot."

A group of uncles around also said: "That's right, what Master Zhao said is very good, you really should learn more first and learn more."

"You look like this, it's too easy to be deceived, let me tell you, you go to see this antique, you must first..."

"You know what. You haven't even graduated from primary school. At first glance, this young man is a college student. You, a primary school student, come here to teach someone a college student. You are here to be funny, aren't you?"

"You don't care about me, what does reading mean? The school doesn't teach appreciating treasures. I have been in the antique business for almost 20 years. All my experience is my own blood and tears. This is the school. Why can't I tell him what I can't learn from it!"

"Don't listen to their nonsense. Look at the things they both took, and you will know that they are very fake. Then look at my things, this color, this shape, they are definitely real things, young man, you can find them for your apprenticeship. I, what I teach you, may not be inferior to Master Zhao, let alone compare with the two and a half irrigation just now."

For a while, the young people were surrounded by a group of enthusiastic middle-aged treasure friends, who imparted all kinds of treasure appraisal experience to each other.

Zhao Gang even heard someone talking about the method of identifying treasures by urinating, the method of feeling by sticking to the belly, and the method of identifying by creaking nests.

Many methods are unimaginable and incomprehensible.

Even the well-informed Zhao Gang was secretly speechless after hearing this, sighing that you treasure friends are all monkeys with great magical powers, and there is no shortage of all 72 spells.

While the crowd was chattering, a loud and energetic voice penetrated the crowd.

"Okay, okay, Master Zhao, come and see if my stuff is real. There are so many fake things here today, it's a bad experience for Master Zhao."

"At times like this, there must be a real collector like me who will take out real treasures and wash Master Zhao's eyes, so that Master Zhao won't lose his eyesight after looking at those fakes all day."

Looking at Zhao Gang, he was a dignified, official, majestic middle-aged man with a leopard head and phoenix eyes. At first glance, he was not an ordinary person.

Looking at the clothes on his body, they are all of high-quality styles and materials, and one can tell that this master is definitely either rich or expensive, and he must have been an official before, and the official is not young.

Looking at his poised, confident demeanor, and the thing covered with a golden cloth carefully carried by his entourage, you can tell that this time it is probably a good thing.

"Come on, Master Zhao, appreciate my treasure carefully, and give me the palm of your hand." After finishing speaking, he gestured.

So, the person next to him carefully placed the things, including the tray, in front of Zhao Gang.

(End of this chapter)