"Of course I've seen it. Not only have I seen it, I've also touched it. The feeling is amazing." Li Jie deliberately looked like he was intoxicated.
Although his ability to spot imitations at a glance was based on his experience in the previous world, he was not lying because he had indeed seen similar objects in this world. One of Mr. Guan’s drinking buddies had a bottle of Chenghua Dou in his hand.
Colorful moiré cup.
The old man was lucky enough to see this cup when he taught the original owner how to identify treasures. The original owner has seen it, which means that Li Jie has seen it. The two people are essentially the same person. There is no difference. It is just that the current 'Han Chunming' has more
Experience, seen more scenery, traveled more roads.
"Oh?" When Po Pohou heard this, he immediately became interested and asked, "Where did you see it?"
Li Jie spread his hands: "I saw it at my master's place, but that thing is not my master's, but his friend's. If it wasn't for me to practice my eyesight, my master would not have asked his friend to borrow the treasure, and it was
It happened many years ago, and it’s still unclear whether the thing is there or not.”
Bao Pohou nodded, since that was the case, it was inconvenient for him to ask more questions. Ever since he met Li Jie, when it came to the subject of his master, Li Jie would talk about him and never say who his master was.
He knew that asking was in vain. Even though this boy was usually very talkative, he was a very principled person, otherwise he wouldn't have caught his shabby eyes.
Although he often laughs at himself for being a rag picker, deep down in his heart, there lives an extremely arrogant person who really looks down upon ordinary people.
"Okay, if possible in the future, remember to ask the Marquis to have a look."
"Okay, no problem."
Li Jie patted his chest and agreed. The mere Chenghua doucai porcelain was not a problem for him. Even if the old man's friend's porcelain was gone, he would still have the confidence to collect some.
This era is the best era and the worst era for collectors.
Fortunately, people in this era have contradictory and vague understandings of antiques. From the early 1950s to the late 1970s, the value of cultural relics shrank significantly, almost at the lowest price in history. Many big collectors in later generations were here.
Prosperous within a period of time.
And there are almost no counterfeit cultural relics on the market.
To give a simple example, there is a small antique flea market near the Diaoyutai State Guesthouse. Of course, it is illegal. The vendors set up their stalls at 6 o'clock every morning. In order to avoid inspection, they basically only set up for one or two hours.
Close the stall.
As long as you go to the flea market and buy anything, it will basically be genuine. However, the value of antiques may be high or low, and the age may be recent or distant.
The key is that most of the people setting up stalls here are connoisseurs, and they have their own value system for antiques, so it is very difficult to pick up missing items.
The leakage here is compared to the current market price, not the value system of future generations.
Because even those who are very optimistic about the appreciation of antiques cannot imagine how rapid China's economic development will be in the future.
If Li Jie proposed at this time that 'in thirty years, China will become the world's second largest economy', or something similar, no one, including the number one at the top, would believe it. It's not so much that they wouldn't believe it.
He said he couldn't believe it.
Otherwise, future generations will not call China’s economic development a ‘miracle’, a miracle that belongs exclusively to the Chinese people and cannot be replicated.
If we look at the value of antiques in future generations, in this day and age, no matter how much money you spend on antiques, they are considered a waste.
The bad thing is that there are so many cultural relics on the market that you have no time to collect them. You can only watch these gifts from history disappear or be accidentally damaged.
"Okay, then I'll wait for that day to come." Bao Pohou replied with a smile, then turned to the old woman and said, "Sister Lian, let's talk about its price."
Seeing this, Li Jie moved a few steps to the side. Although he has not yet figured out the relationship between Broken Hour and the old man, one thing he can be sure of is that Broken Hour will never deliberately lower the price. Instead, he may buy it at a premium.
Make an offer worthy of the property's value.
While the two were negotiating the price, Li Jie carefully looked at the furnishings in the house again.
There is a bamboo bed near the door, and there is a bench under the nave. In the center of the hall, there is a set of shabby Eight Immortals tables, which is where the old lady and the old lady are sitting.
Apart from this, there is no decent furniture.
In addition, there are obvious traces of furniture movement in the house. Based on the traces left at the scene, it can be vaguely inferred that the original furnishings of this house were not like this, and there may be a lot of take-out items.
"Cough...cough...thank you, Xiaohou! Thank you very much."
The old man's voice of thanks came to his ears. The two of them must have agreed on the price. Li Jie didn't pay special attention just now, and he didn't know how much the price was.
However, judging from the ‘Great Unity’ I took out of my pocket when it was in tatters, the asking price is probably not low.
"Sister Lian, you are so polite. The price is very fair. If you can sell this item to me, I will take advantage of it."
After counting the money, he took out a small wooden box from his pocket and carefully put the cup into the box.
The two then chatted for a while, with the old man listening most of the time. She rarely spoke and coughed from time to time.
Broken Hour was not impatient at all. Whenever he encountered this kind of situation, he would stop and wait until the old man recovered before continuing.
Li Jie did not intervene in the conversation between them, but listened quietly, observing the old man's expression, movements, and the frequency of coughing without any trace.
Half an hour later, Shapohou saw a trace of tiredness on the old man's face and took the initiative to speak.
"Okay, Sister Lian, I'm going to leave now that the matter is done. If anything happens to you in the future, remember to send someone to Rouge Alley to send a message. Xiaohou, I'll be on call."
The old man smiled and nodded: "Okay, cough... cough... I will send someone to find you if something happens."
"Okay, please pay attention to your rest. Xiaohou will leave now." Bao Pohou said with his fists in hand.
At this moment, Li Jie, who had been sitting quietly for a long time, suddenly spoke.
"Old man, do you have trouble sleeping every night? Your breathing feels like thorns. In addition, you cough for a long time and often have phlegm and blood mixed together?"
Hearing this, Bao Pohou glanced at Li Jie in surprise. He knew what kind of disease Sister Lian had, but he had never mentioned it to Li Jie.
'How did he know?'
'Is it possible that this kid has also studied medicine?'
'But what if you have studied medicine? There is no cure for this disease!'
The old man glanced at Li Jie in surprise, then regained his composure and just nodded lightly.