When appraising a dragon robe, the first thing to look at is the material, the second is whether the dragon robe complies with regulations, and the third is the workmanship.
(According to the orthodox view, the emperor's clothes cannot be called dragon robes, but among the people, the clothes worn by the emperor are called dragon robes, and the books follow the trend and use dragon robes as their names.)
The emperor's dragon robe was made of very exquisite materials and was sewn with the finest tapestry silk.
Kesi is the royal family among traditional silk fabrics, the best silk.
There is a saying that every inch of tapestry is worth an inch of gold.
Known as the holy product of weaving, the dragon patterns, landscape patterns, sun, moon and stars on the dragon robe are all woven with silk threads using the weaving method of "opening the warp and breaking the weft".
This is the preciousness of Kesi.
The emperor's dragon robe and the queen's phoenix robe were all made of tapestry.
Therefore, when identifying dragon robes and phoenix robes, you must first look at the material. As long as it is not tapestry silk, it is an imitation.
Of course, there are exceptions, that is, when Puyi ascended the throne for the second time and for the third time, the dragon robes were not made of Kesi.
At that time, Puyi had no money and could not afford the dragon robe made of tapestry.
"Uncle Feng, I accept this dragon robe from you. How much will you pay for it?" Zhang Junping carefully put the imperial crown and imperial robe into the treasure box and asked with a smile.
"One number!" Old Feng stretched out a finger and said.
"This old cunning guy is still very clever." Zhang Junping thought to himself.
Lao Feng's gesture of holding out a finger is very knowledgeable. Often the owner will use this trick when he is not very sure about the price of the item.
Hold out a finger, it could be a thousand, it could be ten thousand, one hundred thousand, one million or even ten million.
In this way, the buyer's bottom line can be tested.
Zhang Junping naturally would not be fooled and directly gave a low price, "Ten thousand?"
"Cough cough cough!" Old Feng choked on his head and coughed twice before saying: "One million!"
"One million, Uncle Feng, you can keep it for yourself!
Although there is a saying that every inch of tapestry is worth an inch of gold, this was only the court dress worn by Puyi when he ascended the throne at the age of three.
Moreover, in the late Qing Dynasty, the country was in chaos, the people were in dire straits, the Qing Dynasty had declined, and the production of court uniforms was not as good as in the early morning. The exquisiteness in the middle period was not worth the price." Zhang Junping shook his head.
If this was Kang Yongqian's dragon robe, Zhang Junping would have recognized it even if it cost him a million, but this is just Puyi's, and it's really not worth the price.
"How much are you willing to pay?" Old Fengtou asked.
It was one million just now, so naturally it was Old Feng who was asking for the price.
"For this Xuande furnace and this dress, I will give you a total of five hundred thousand... Hong Kong dollars!
Okay, I'll write you a check." Zhang Junping put away his smile and said solemnly.
"..."
Old Feng had a look of hesitation on his face. The price Zhang Junping gave was a bit low, but it was within his acceptable range.
It’s a price point where you’ll feel distressed if you sell it, and you’ll feel distressed if you don’t sell it.
"Uncle Feng, with your knowledge, knowledge, and courage, you will really be buried in the country.
If we go to Xiangjiang, it will be like breaking away from the shackles and walking away from the dragon. From now on, the sky is high and birds can fly, and the sea is wide and fish can leap.
This little money is just drizzle to you." Zhang Junping saw Old Fengtou's hesitation and persuaded him.
Perhaps Zhang Junping's persuasion worked, or perhaps it was for other reasons, Lao Fengtou finally accepted his offer.
I wrote another check to Old Fengtou, then asked him to find banknotes, handwritten several transaction agreements, and asked Old Fengtou to sign and fingerprint them, so as to leave evidence to prove the origin of the antique.
"The word "Master Zhang" is no worse than those calligraphy masters..." Old Fengtou said with a mocking smile while signing and pressing his fingerprints.
After putting away the agreement, Zhang Junping and Lao Fengtou opened the door and walked out.
"Dad...how are you doing?" Lao Fengtou's son saw the two people coming out and asked quickly.
He had been waiting impatiently for a long time. If he hadn't been worried about angering the old man, he would have rushed in long ago.
Lao Feng nodded and took out a check for one million Hong Kong dollars to show to his son Feng Jiongjiu.
"Dad! Is this true?" Feng Jiongjiu asked doubtfully.
"Nonsense, who is Mr. Zhang? How could he possibly trick us?" Old Fengtou scolded loudly.
Zhang Junping watched the two men performing there, smiled and said nothing.
"Master Zhang, how was the harvest?"
Zhang Junping smiled and nodded, and said to Jin Yongshun: "Master Jin, I would like to trouble you to go to the street to make a call and ask the factory to send some security guards."
"Okay!" Jin Yongshun was also happy, nodded seriously, and turned to make a phone call.
This is what it should be. Zhang Junping has bought everything in the yard, so naturally he has to arrange for people to watch it.
He would not use priceless antiques to test the character of Mr. Feng and Mr. Feng.
By the way, these two men don't have much character at all.
"Master Zhang, please drink tea first. I'll find a car and take away the clothes and bedding." Old Fengtou smiled and greeted Zhang Junping, and then followed Jin Yongshun's footsteps and left the yard.
Only Zhang Junping and Lao Fengtou's son were left in the yard.
Mr. Feng said he was looking for a car, but actually he was going to the bank to check the authenticity of the check.
What he said just now is beautiful, but in fact, Old Fengtou is still very cautious.
When it comes to matters involving financial interests, whoever pins everything on the character of the other party is a big fool.
Zhang Junping sat in the yard and did not speak to Feng Jiongjiu. Zhang Junping had no interest in talking to the prodigal son who forced his father to sell his house.
He looked at the courtyard attentively. From now on, this small courtyard will be his own.
The area of this courtyard is not large, but it is definitely not small, with a total area of 1,890 square meters.
It is a typical small courtyard house, with three main rooms, two bright and one dark; two east and west wing rooms, and two south rooms. The door is opened in the southeast corner, and there is a screen wall opposite the door.
The yard is beautifully kept, with a large crabapple tree planted there. There is also a small flower bed under the window of the north house, with roses planted in it.
This courtyard is really well protected, even the brick carvings on the walls and the wood carvings under the eaves are very well preserved.
"Master Zhang... do you still accept it?" Feng Jiongjiu approached Zhang Junping and asked softly.
"What to charge?"
"Old objects! I know who owns old objects. They are all the same furniture as mine, as well as calligraphy, paintings, porcelain and so on..." Feng Jiongjiu said with a smile.
"Take it! As long as there is no problem with the things, I will send troops to Han Xin here, the more the merrier!" Zhang Junping said with a smile.
"Then, I..." Feng Jiongjiu smiled and stretched out two fingers to twist.
"Haha, according to the rules in the antique shop, you help me introduce the seller. If I win the prize and a deal is reached, both the buyer and the seller will give you 2% of the transaction amount as an intermediary fee." Zhang Junping said with a smile.
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"Only two percent?" Feng Jiongjiu said a little disappointed.
"A lot! For example, if your family has one million Hong Kong dollars this time, Lao Jin can draw 40,000 Hong Kong dollars.
Forty thousand Hong Kong dollars, many people in Hong Kong cannot make that much money in a year."