Chapter three hundred and forty-six another treasure boy
Just after sending Jin Yongshun away, before Zhang Junping could wash his hands, Liu Weimin came in again and reported that someone was looking for him.
Zhang Junping walked out of the studio and came to the reception room, where he saw a very good-looking young man who should be said to be very handsome.
However, when Zhang Junping looked at the young man in front of him, he always felt that he was a slick and sanctimonious person.
Although he had a bad impression of the visitor, he was a visitor. Zhang Junping still smiled and clasped his fists, "Haha! It turns out it's Brother Feng. You are a rare visitor!"
The visitor was none other than Feng Jiongjiu. Zhang Junping had previously bought his father’s courtyard house and a bunch of antiques.
"Hello Mr. Zhang!"
"Brother Feng, you're welcome. You can call me Xiao Zhang, or just call me by my name. As for Mr. Zhang, I don't dare to call him that." Zhang Junping quickly corrected him.
It's not like he was called Mr. Zhang or Mr. Zhang.
If this spreads out, the impact will be very bad. People who don't understand will think that he is so arrogant and starts to drift after he achieves some results.
As for Kim Yong-soon, they just have that cultural heritage. They don't know how to speak unless they call themselves "master" or "slaves", so there is no need to be serious.
"Then let me call you Factory Director Zhang!" Feng Jiongyong didn't understand the world at all, he was just selfish after all.
"It's up to you!" Zhang Junping smiled lightly, full of expectations for Feng Jiong's arrival.
At the beginning, Feng Jiongjiu was jealous of Jin Yongshun's agency fees and took the initiative to find Zhang Junping to be his intermediary.
This time I came to see him with a happy face, and I must have gained something.
"Director Zhang, does what you said last time still count?"
"What did you say last time? I've been busy all day long and my mind is a little confused. Brother Feng, please just tell me what's going on!" Zhang Junping knew what Feng Jiongyong was talking about, but he pretended to be confused.
"That's what I mentioned last time about collecting antiques! Director Zhang, you won't deny it, right?" Zhang Junping pretended to be confused, which made Feng Jiongjiu anxious.
"Oh! That's what you're talking about! What, Brother Feng has received the goods?" Zhang Junping said and casually glanced at Feng Jiujiu's bag.
Feng Jiongjiu brought a bulging bag with him when he came, and it looked like there was a lot of stuff in it.
"Thanks to you, I received them. They are all good items!" Feng Jiongjiu heard Zhang Junping accept them and immediately grinned.
"Okay! Take it out!"
Feng Jiongjiu opened the bag he brought and took out an object wrapped in newspaper.
The newspaper was wrapped so thick that Zhang Junping could not distinguish the shapes of the objects inside.
Feng Jiujiu opened the newspaper carefully.
The wrapping is really tight, with three layers inside and three layers outside.
Finally the contents were revealed.
Zhang Junping's eyes lit up.
"Liu Guan Zhang, the Changhua chicken blood stone carving, Director Zhang, give me a hand!"
"Haha! Okay! Brother Feng, I'll treat you with admiration after three days apart. You've become an expert now, and you know more about this than me!" Zhang Junping said with a smile.
"You're laughing!" Feng Jiongjiu smiled proudly.
After Feng Jiongjiu put the things on the tea sea, Zhang Junping reached out and took the things, "The object is a good object, the carving is good, and it is the work of a famous artist.
However, this thing is not Changhua chicken blood stone, but Shoushan stone, and this thing is not too old, it should be from the Republic of China period."
"It's not Changhua Chicken Blood Stone? How dare this old guy lie to me! I'll go back and find him!" Feng Jiongjiu became anxious when he heard it wasn't Changhua Chicken Blood Stone.
He didn't think about Zhang Junping's lie to him. He was such a big artist and had such a big business. How could he lie to a small person like him?
What's more, this thing can't be fake, and it can't be true if it's fake.
"Brother Feng, don't worry!
In our antique shop, we can't ask for debt. If you buy it and leave it, you can only blame your own eyesight for picking up the treasure." Zhang Junping quickly stopped Feng Jiongjiu.
"I'll tell you with a glance, even if the material is inferior, it's not the best Changhua chicken blood stone, it's not the work of a famous artist, and I'm human, but he can't use Shoushan stone to fool me!"
"What? The other party clearly told you that this is Changhua Chicken Blood Stone?" Zhang Junping asked, stunned.
Although the antique shop said that the purchase will be finalized and will not be returned, but if the other party clearly described the Shoushan stone as Changhua chicken blood stone, that would be a different matter.
Those old antique dealers will never make such a mistake.
For example, if other jade is passed off as Hetian jade, they will never tell you clearly that it is Hetian jade. They will only use words to lead you to think of Hetian jade, but you will never hear it from his mouth.
These are the words Hetian Jade.
"Uh..." Feng Jianyong was stunned, "It seems not!"
"That's it. No one said it was Changhua Bloodstone. It was all made up by your own imagination. What's the use of going back to find it?
How much did you charge for this Shoushan stone Liu Guan Zhang stone sculpture?"
"Five hundred dollars!"
"Five hundred yuan, congratulations, Brother Feng, you missed it, it's still a big mistake!"
"Did you pick up a leak? A big leak?" Feng Jiongjiu's mood was like riding a roller coaster, with ups and downs, making him feel like he was dreaming.
"Yes! It's a big leak!
This Shoushan stone Liu Guanzhang stone sculpture was created by Master Lin Qingqing, a master of stone carving in the Republic of China.
And this is not an ordinary Shoushan stone, but the more precious Tianhuang stone among the Shoushan stones. Although it is not the best Tianhuang stone, after being carved by master Lin Qingqing’s skillful hands, its value is definitely not worse than the Changhua chicken blood stone!" Zhang Junping explained to him with a smile, but
He was not given who Coplin Qingqing was.
"So, how much is this Shoushan stone sculpture of Liu Guan and Zhang worth?" Sure enough, Feng Jiongjiu was more concerned about how much this stone sculpture was worth than who Lin Qingqing was.
"If Brother Feng is willing to take action, I will give you this number!" Zhang Junping stretched out a finger.
"Ten thousand?" Feng Jiongji suppressed the surprise in his heart and asked tentatively.
"Yeah! Ten thousand Hong Kong dollars!" Zhang Junping was even happier and nodded affirmatively.
An inch of Tianhuang is worth an inch of gold. Tianhuang has been a very precious stone since ancient times, and it is a non-renewable resource.
It will only get more expensive as you go forward.
This stone sculpture, in this era, would be worth millions in Xiangjiang, but in later generations it would only start at tens of millions.
If you get 10,000 Hong Kong dollars now, it will definitely be a big mistake.
This is the art of bidding. Zhang Junping stretched out a finger. It could be one thousand, ten thousand, or one hundred thousand.
It depends on how the seller understands it.
Generally in this case, the price the seller understands is a price above his low price.
After finding out the seller's reserve price, the buyer can follow the bidding and win the item with certainty.
"Okay! Director Zhang is really grand! This thing belongs to you!" Feng Jiujiu's psychological ecstasy could no longer be concealed, and he pushed the Liu Guan Zhang stone carving to Zhang Junping with a grin on his face.
"Is there anything else? Brother Feng won't just accept this one, right?" Zhang Junping looked at Feng Jiongjiu's still bulging bag and asked with a smile.
"There are two more items. Director Zhang, please give one to me." Feng Jiongjiu thought of the other two treasures and his smile became even brighter.
He bent down and took out something tightly wrapped in newspaper.