After agreeing on the price, Chen Jing was afraid of long nights and dreams, so he took out his mobile phone and transferred 78,000 yuan to Zhou Jian on the spot.

Zhou Jian looked at the payment information on his phone and immediately grinned happily. At the same time, he gave Chen Jing the Qiyang stone inkstone in his hand.

"It's a pleasure to cooperate." Chen Jing was happy in his heart and said with a smile on his handsome face.

Zhou Jian also smiled and said: "Haha, happy cooperation, happy cooperation."

Afterwards, Chen Jing casually exchanged a few words with him, left his contact information, and said: "Brother Zhou, if you sell anything again in the future, you can still contact me."

Zhou Jian shook his head and said, "No more. This is the only old thing in my family that has been handed down. If my son hadn't gotten married and still needed tens of thousands of yuan in gift money, I wouldn't have been able to sell it."

Chen Dingding nodded and didn't ask any more questions. He just said, "That's not sure. Brother Zhou will look for it when he gets home. Maybe there are some old things left?"

Of course, this was Chen Jing's casual remark, and he didn't take it seriously.

"Brother Zhou, I'll leave first." Seeing that it was almost time, Chen Jing said hello and walked quickly to Nabaoju.

Zhou Jian stood there and looked at the payment information on his mobile phone and muttered happily to himself: "The gift is only 40,000 yuan short, but I still made more than 30,000 yuan more, hehe."

Well, everyone is kind-hearted.

Soon after, Chen Jing arrived at Nabaoju. Zhao Zheng had just opened the door and was busy making tea.

"Xiao Chen is here." Zhao Zheng said hello and continued to make his own tea. Then he found Chen Jing sitting across from the tea table with a happy smile on his face.

Zhao Zheng was stunned for a moment and asked: "Why are you smiling so happily? You still haven't recovered from the money you made yesterday?"

Chen Jingle said cheerfully: "Uncle Zhao, please sit down first."

"Sit tight?" Zhao Zheng became even more confused and asked strangely: "What's going on with your kid?"

"Uncle Zhao, I bought something on the way here. Please give it to me." Chen Jing said as he put the Qiyang stone inkstone on the tea table.

Zhao Zheng was slightly startled and said subconsciously: "You won't miss it again, right?" His face was also full of surprise.

"I don't know either, but I think this inkstone is a bit interesting. At worst it should be an old object." Chen Jing naturally couldn't go into too much detail, nor could he go into too much detail about his current level of appraisal.

Zhao Zheng picked up the Qiyang stone inkstone, looked at it with a magnifying glass and said: "Xiao Chen, if you miss it again, then I will doubt whether you are God's illegitimate son."

This was obviously a joke. Zhao Zheng actually felt that the inkstones brought out by Chen Jing were not of high value. How could anyone who had just started in the industry pick them up one after another in such a short time?

Then Zhao Zheng looked at it, and his expression became quite exciting.

After a while, Zhao Zhengcai carefully placed the Qiyang stone inkstone on the tea table, then looked at Chen Jing and asked: "Xiao Chen, tell me the truth, are you really God's illegitimate son?"

Chen Jing suppressed a smile in his heart and deliberately pretended to be extremely surprised: "Uncle Zhao, is this inkstone valuable?"

"It's very high. It's the most valuable thing you've picked up so far." Zhao Zheng was surprised and sighed at first, and then said: "No, you kid must be very lucky."

Chen Jing smiled happily: "Maybe it was because I was so unlucky before that things changed now?" He didn't know what to say, so he could only explain it this way.

"It's really possible that this person's luck will be good and bad. The best will decline and the worst will prosper. Maybe Xiao Chen, you are in good luck now." Zhao Zheng actually quite agrees with Chen Jing's statement.

Chen Jing didn't talk much about this topic and directly asked the question he was most concerned about right now: "Uncle Zhao, how much is this inkstone worth?"

Zhao Zheng thought for a while and said: "Inkstones are not popular collectibles, but the value of good inkstones in the past two years is not low. This is Qiyang stone inkstone. The stone is very good. It should be from the late Ming and early Qing dynasties. The carvings are

The quality is not bad, I estimate it is between 500,000 and 600,000."

Hearing this, Chen Jing secretly thought something terrible.

Zhao Zheng's appraisal of the Qiyang stone inkstone is almost the same as his appraisal, that is, he did not identify the specific period, but this is also normal. After all, there is no specific identification or unique era mark. It is indeed

It is difficult to determine the specific period of an antique.

In addition, the value of the Qiyang stone inkstone is similar to what Chen Jing expected.

At this time, Zhao Zheng said again: "It's a pity that you are not one of the Four Famous Inkstones, otherwise, you would have picked up millions of inkstones."

"Hey, that's not bad." Chen Jing didn't think too much about it. He was quite surprised and happy about the value of five to six hundred thousand. After all, he only wanted to make two to thirty thousand at the beginning.

"It's really good. You've only been in the business for a long time. The money you make from picking up missed items is enough to pay a down payment for a place in a good location." Zhao Zheng also nodded and sighed.

Chen Jing just smiled happily.

After a pause, he asked: "Uncle Zhao, what should I do with my inkstone?" After all, he had just entered the industry not long ago, and he didn't have many connections in the antique shop, and he didn't have any channels to do it, so he had no choice but to ask Zhao Zheng for help.

Zhao Zheng thought for a while and responded: "If you want to talk about it, it is really not easy to find a collector in private. After all, the collection of inkstones is not popular. It seems that no one I know collects inkstones."

When Chen Jing heard this, he frowned slightly. No matter how valuable this inkstone was, it would be in vain if he couldn't sell it.

Fortunately, Zhao Zheng continued: "Let's do this. I suggest you take it to the auction house for auction. Although there will be some commission, the transaction rate of inkstones at auctions has always been good. If you are lucky, you may be able to sell them at a premium.

It’s better than putting it in your hands.”

If Chen Jing was not short of money, he would just let go of this Qiyang stone inkstone in his hand. It might be worth more in a few years, but he is not at that point yet. His first choice after picking up the leak would definitely be to cash it out.

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"That's okay, but Uncle Zhao and I are not familiar with the auction houses in Changcheng. How about you help me contact them?" Chen Dingding nodded and asked for help again.

However, he was not an ignorant person, so he quickly added: "I will give you 10% when the time comes."

Zhao Zheng helped out for free once because he was being kind, but the second time or even more times, even if Zhao Zheng didn't say anything, Chen Jing had to show something.

"Haha, you kid." Zhao Zheng smiled and shook his head, but did not refuse. He just said: "Ten percent is too much, let's go five."

Zhao Zheng said so, and Chen Jing naturally nodded in agreement.

"I'll take you with me then, and you can also get to know people from the auction house. There are two types of people we must get to know when working in antique shops. One is the individual collector, and the other is the people from the auction house." Zhao
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