"Mr. Qin, why did you remind him just now?"

May is a little confused.

"In the antique industry, there are only those who pick up holes and drill holes. How can you sell genuine products at low prices? When you meet a truly knowledgeable expert, no one is too lazy to deal with him. That's why the antique industry has a saying that if it does not open for three years, it will last for three years after opening. If

If I were to sell the fake Zhu Zhishan cursive calligraphy, my starting price would be at least 130 million yuan, which is in line with the value of an authentic piece."

"I reminded him to compensate for his big mistake. Either he doesn't take action, or he will die if he takes action." Li Mo suddenly laughed when he said this, "Am I a little sinister?"

None of the four people following him responded.

Li Mo walked and walked, but before they reached the square, Dashan and the others found twenty-six more antiques, including porcelain, jade, sculptures, ancient books, and two pieces of lacquerware from the late Ming Dynasty.

"It's not convenient to carry so many things, so everyone else has to send them back to the store,"

A few people finally arrived at the square, where a huge shed was built, which can not only provide shade from the sun, but also protect against wind and rain when the weather is bad. Rows of stalls are placed in an orderly manner, with the area of ​​​​each stall

It is much larger than the retail stores on the street outside, and the items displayed are several levels higher in terms of appearance and sophistication.

Moreover, there are very few casual tourists who walk in here. At first glance, they are all walking around in groups.

"Mr. Qin, it seems that the people setting up street stalls here are all regular troops."

"This metaphor is quite appropriate. There are guerrillas outside, so I don't know who has the stronger fighting power."

As Li Mo walked, he looked at each street stall. There were so many good things. He stopped in front of a stall and glanced at several porcelains.

"Boss, can I see these porcelains?"

After receiving permission, Li Mo picked up a white and slightly gray plate. He looked at it carefully and asked, "What's the price of this plate?"

The stall owner was a middle-aged American woman in her forties, and there were two men in professional uniforms beside her. She first looked at Li Mo, then at the three men and one woman standing next to him, and smiled.

Said: "Five hundred dollars."

"There are countless porcelains like this in China, and the ones that are more exquisite are even harder to count. You can buy a dozen of them for one hundred dollars. Can you tell me why this is worth five hundred dollars?"

Wu Wu was translating on the side, and the stall owner shrugged and said: "This batch was passed down from my grandfather. When he was young, he went to China and Southeast Asia. It is said that they were all antiques brought back from that time. Wu Wu

The price of a hundred dollars is not too high for me."

Li Mo just smiled slightly after hearing this, put it back and said, "Only we Chinese can appreciate their beauty. As for you to expect museums or professional Taobao people in the United States to take a fancy to them, that's almost impossible.

.Except for being a little older, this batch of porcelain has no artistic value. It costs a hundred dollars each. I will pick some and take them away."

"Dear sir, antiques are a matter of opinion. You may think they are ordinary, but in the eyes of some people, they are witnesses of history and the most perfect works of art. For one hundred dollars, I am sorry to say that we

Unable to reach cooperation intention."

The stall owner declined Li Mo.

Li Mo nodded slightly to her, turned and walked to other stalls.

"Mr. Qin, since those porcelains are antiques, why didn't you find a way to bring them back?" Dashan asked puzzledly.

"There are countless calligraphy and painting works passed down through history. Is every work priceless? There are indeed many ancient porcelains on the stall, and even the earliest ones date back to the Song Dynasty. But they were not fired in official kilns.

After being fired in private kilns, they are exported. They are all called export porcelain. In terms of the level of craftsmanship produced, there is more than one gap between them and official kilns. You can buy them with five hundred dollars, but if you don't bargain,

, I think antique trading lacks a soul."

"Is the porcelain exported from the Song Dynasty expensive?"

Li Mo turned around and looked at Dashan: "Exported porcelain has little market value, and it has no collection value. We can only buy it and put it in a museum for interested people.

You can learn about some of the foreign trade situation of the Song Dynasty at that time, which has some historical research value."

"If you really want to say how much it's worth, it should be no problem if it's less than 10,000 yuan. But you have to find a suitable buyer. They are different from official kiln porcelain. If a piece of Song Dynasty official kiln porcelain really comes out, it will cost several million yuan.

, tens of millions or hundreds of millions of dollars is possible.”

Dashan scratched his head and said in a somewhat unimaginable way: "It's just a piece of porcelain. How can it be so expensive? Hundreds of millions of dollars. I can't even think about it."

"Hahaha, this is called walking across the street like a mountain. But in the final analysis, it actually follows the law that things are rare and valuable."

Li Mo suddenly stopped. There were three groups of people surrounding a stall in front of him. The accents they spoke must be Thai. Three Thai men of different ages were looking at the Buddha statues on the stall, and their bodyguards were watching warily.

They looked around, as if they were afraid that someone might bump into their boss.

There are only Buddha statues on display in this stall, and there are many shapes, which have strong characteristics of the times. The reason why Li Mo was interested and wanted to take a closer look was mainly because the shapes of the Buddha statues on the stall were obviously different from those of China.

In other words, these Buddha statues come from other countries in Southeast Asia. The small Buddha statues are only the size of a palm, and the large Buddha statues are particularly large. It is a wooden Buddha statue of Sakyamuni, the Lord of Ten Thousand Buddhas. It is one meter high.

It is more than 70 centimeters wide, with a calm and dignified expression. There are many traces of fire on the surface of the wood carving, as if it has experienced all kinds of tribulations before achieving enlightenment.

Although the wood carving of Sakyamuni is very large, it is not magnificent enough compared to other smaller and gilded Buddha statues.

Li Mo had no religious beliefs, so he just looked at it curiously. Just when he was about to walk away, his eyes glanced at the fingers of the largest wooden sculpture of Sakyamuni, and then he felt slightly strange.

There are standard postures for the Buddha to meditate and form the mudra, but this Buddha's mudra is rather strange. His hands are folded together, with the palms facing up, the left hand down, and the thumbs touching each other. This is the Amitabha seal. But the index finger of the right hand is

Curved and pointed towards the chest, this Amitabha seal suddenly seemed nondescript.

Li Mo followed the direction pointed by his index finger and looked suddenly with strange eyes. The wood carving actually emitted a light blue halo, which meant that the wood carving was three to four hundred years old.

When his sight penetrated the wooden sculpture of Sakyamuni again, his expression changed suddenly. There was actually a Buddha statue hidden inside the wooden sculpture, and his eyes were full of emerald green, emitting an extremely beautiful blue aperture, and the world in his eyes suddenly became so calm and serene.
Chapter completed!