ALL NOVEL Chapter 3
"Who said that I came to collect waste cartons, I came to sell treasures!" Wang
Heng sat down on the Taishi chair next to him, stretched out the safflower bird fan, and instructed the female clerk: "Go and call your boss, just say that there is a treasure to be identified by him!"
At this time, there was a middle-aged man in a gray suit in the store, who was checking the blue and white porcelain vase, looked back at Wang Heng, smiled and didn't say anything.
When the female clerk saw that he was actually sitting on the Taishi chair, she immediately came over and scolded: "Is there something wrong with your tattered collection! It is mahogany antique furniture, can you afford to pay for it!" "
What mahogany furniture, can it be worth ......?"
Wang Hengzheng wanted to ask how much this broken chair was worth, so he simply systematically appraised it.
Item: Taishi chair Details: Qing Dynasty Taishi chair made of fine
rosewood Material: rosewood
age: 1845Production
quality: excellent
summary: worth collectingReference
price: 15,000-28,000 yuan
Recovery price: 10,000 yuan
Seeing the results of the system identification, Wang Heng was depressed!
A broken chair in the Qing Dynasty actually cost more than 10,000 yuan
, although it was far worse than his own safflower bird fan, but it was still a blood loss when it was falsely accused.
Therefore, he got up slowly and said disdainfully: "Isn't it just the rosewood Taishi chair of the Qing Dynasty, which can be worth a few big sons? Quickly call your boss out!"
There are also knowledgeable people in the live broadcast room, and when they saw that Wang Heng knew the goods, they immediately launched a barrage inquiry.
"Boss Wang, how do you know that it is from the Qing Dynasty? Have you ever received this kind of rag before?"
"Cowardly, he coaxed, hahaha
!" "I just went to the Internet to check, if that fan is really Master Mei Lanfang's, it is worth at least dozens of can't be reached!"
"You brag upstairs, right? A broken fan can be sold for hundreds of thousands? Why don't I believe it!".
At this moment, a gray-haired old man walked out with reading glasses, looked at the female clerk and asked, "Xiaoying, what are you arguing about?"
"Grandpa, there is a tattered and dead-faced person who doesn't leave, so he doesn't want to sell any treasures."
Zhang Liangying glared at Wang Heng, and drove away again: "You go quickly, our store is full of antiques, there is no tatter you want, I will call the police if I mess around again."
Wang Heng fanned the safflower bird in front of her, pointed to the red seal and asked her: "Literacy, please read it out loud!"
Zhang's antique shop is the largest store in the antique street, which has been open for nearly forty years, Zhang Liangying has been dealing with these things since she was a child, and naturally has a certain eyesight.
However, she is only good at identifying porcelain and jade, but she is not very good at modern old objects.
She looked at the seal carefully, and barely made out it: "Mei... Mei What ......
" The old man Zhang next to him also came over, and after only one glance, he showed a shocked face: "Mei Lanfang???"
Hearing these three words, the man in the suit also immediately came over and stood beside the old man Zhang to take a closer look.
Old Man Zhang forcibly suppressed the excitement in his heart, and immediately asked, "Young man, where did you get this fan, can you let me take a good look at it?"
Wang Heng handed over the fan, glanced at Zhang Liangying, and reminded proudly: "You can always be careful, my fan is very expensive, even if you break it, even if you package and sell me all the Taishi chairs in your store, I'm afraid it won't be enough to compensate!"
"How much can a broken fan be worth?" Zhang Liangying rolled her eyes disdainfully.
The old man Zhang on the side became more and more frightened the more he looked at it, put away the folding fan, and asked quietly: "Young man, are you going to sell this fan, or do you just want to appraise it?"
"Of course it's selling for money, as for the appraisal, you must have already figured it out in your heart, right?" Wang Heng looked at him with a smile.
The system identification will not deceive people, it depends on whether you can meet the buyer who knows the goods.
The middle-aged man asked curiously, "Boss Zhang, is this fan really Master Mei Lanfang's?" His
name is Liang Fuquan, he is the CEO of Hongda Real Estate Group, and he is about to choose an antique with high-grade and cultural connotation to give to his father-in-law, but the antiques in the store are all porcelain from the Ming and Qing dynasties, and he is a little disdainful.
It just so happened that his father-in-law, who had retired from the Housing and Urban-Rural Development Bureau, also liked Peking Opera, and if it was really the fan used by Master Mei Lanfang, it would definitely make the old man ecstatic!
The old man Zhang said with a smile: "The thing is a good thing, but I can't say whether it's true or not, I have to call a friend to ask, after all, the master has not left many objects, and I haven't seen his seal with my own eyes."
Then he looked at Wang Heng intentionally or unintentionally: "Young man, how much are you going to sell this thing?
Wang Heng smiled and stretched out a finger.
"One thousand?" Liang Fuquan immediately said in surprise: "I want it, I don't need to find someone to identify it, I'll give you cash right away!"
A small object of 1,000 yuan, even if it is a fake, is not a loss.
Zhang Liangying reminded angrily: "Uncle Liang, you beware of being deceived, if this thing is fake, the cost is not even ten yuan, I think he can give him a hundred yuan."
At this time, Wang Heng was still holding a selfie stick in his hand.
When the sailors in the live broadcast room heard Zhang Liangying's offer, they all laughed on the spot.
"Hahaha! This girl is beautiful, but her mouth is a little poisonous.
"Ten dollars? poof...... Forgive me for laughing unkindly, I will vomit blood at a loss! Hahaha......"
"Mr. Wang, I like this beauty, can I help me ask for her WeChat ID?
In business, Mr. Zhang is actually seven or eight points convinced of the authenticity of this fan, and the fan bone can be faked, but the unique cotton paper of Rong Bao Zhai is not easy to fake, and it has been some years at a glance.
If he could win 10,000 yuan, he would be able to earn more than ten times as much as he could change hands! Hearing
the offer of the three of them, Wang Heng instantly smiled disdainfully: "Ten yuan, 1,000 yuan, 10,000 yuan? What are you calling Huazi? I'm talking about
1 million!" As soon as these words came out, the three of them were stunned at the same time!
Zhang Liangying asked in shock: "1 million? Why don't you grab it?
Young man, we can't accept your price, even if it's Master Mei's fan, it can't be sold at this price.
Even Liang Fuquan, who was not bad for money, frowned and said sarcastically: "Boy, do you treat us as Kaizi? A fan sells for one million? Make a wish that you should go to the temple, this is an antique shop!"