It is now noon, and there are relatively few tourists and buyers in Jing'an Square. The shops adjacent to each other on both sides of the street are all antique shops, some selling calligraphy and painting, some selling jade, and some selling everything.
All kinds of things.
Qin Changsheng walked along and found nothing of interest.
Suddenly, he raised his eyebrows and looked to the left. He saw a man riding a tricycle who looked like a scrap collector. He was holding a small bundle and walked into a shop in a hurry.
Qin Changsheng looked up and saw that the store was called Yuxuanzhai. His eyes flashed slightly and he followed in.
The interior of Yuxuanzhai is decorated in an ancient style, with various antiques from different eras placed everywhere, ranging from calligraphy and painting to bronzes to as small as a snuff box.
The waste collector wandered around the store, hesitated for a moment, and then asked: "Boss, do you collect bowls here?"
"Okay, what kind of bowl, take it out and have a look!" The boss of Yuxuanzhai had already noticed this waste collector and knew that he was most likely here to deliver goods. Hearing this, he said calmly.
Qin Changsheng took a quick look and saw that the owner of Yuxuanzhai had a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks. At first glance, he looked like a profiteer who ate people without spitting out their bones. It was a pity that the scrap collector didn't know how to read physiognomy.
The waste collector nodded and gently placed the baggage he was carrying on the table. Then he carefully opened the baggage, took out a navy blue bowl, and brought it out.
Qin Changsheng stood not far away and looked at the bowl with great interest.
The mouth of the bowl is about twelve centimeters in diameter, with an aqua-blue glaze on the inside and a dark blue enamel pattern on the outside.
The entire bowl seems to have a strong sense of age, but there are no bumps anywhere, and it seems to have been extremely well preserved.
The boss of Yuxuanzhai picked up the bowl, weighed it, and then carefully looked at the entire bowl.
After a while, he put the bowl back on the table and said in a calm tone: "In terms of craftsmanship, this bowl is a cloisonné bowl with cloisonne and cloisonné enamel on a copper body. However, it looks like a fake at first glance and is worthless at all."
"Boss, would you like to take a closer look? There is a seal underneath this bowl. It is from the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty." The waste collector hesitated for a moment and said anxiously.
The owner of Yuxuanzhai shook his head and laughed: "It's really a bowl from the Qianlong period. Do you think you can take it back? I guess you only paid a few dozen yuan for it, right?"
The waste collector suddenly looked embarrassed. He had indeed received this bowl today, but it didn't cost any money. It was placed in a cardboard box he collected. He thought it might be an antique, so he came to try his luck.
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The boss of Yuxuanzhai pondered for a moment and said: "Well, I think it's quite tiring for you to travel all the way. Although this bowl is a fake, it's beautiful in shape. It'll look good in my shop. I
I’ll give you some hard-earned money, one hundred yuan, what do you think?”
"One hundred?" The waste collector was moved in his heart, but he didn't show it. He shook his head and said, "One hundred is too little. I can just keep it when I go home for dinner."
The boss of Yuxuanzhai's eyes flickered slightly, and he could see at a glance that the scrap seller was trying to bargain. He shook his head and smiled: "Then you can take it home for dinner. I'll just spend a hundred dollars to buy a decoration. If you don't think it's appropriate,
, just please go."
"Hey, come on, boss, please add more, add more!" The rag collector was immediately caught and said with a smile.
The boss sighed and said rather painfully: "In that case, I will give you another twenty or one hundred and twenty, which is the most. If you still don't want to sell it, I won't force it."
"Okay, then it's one hundred and twenty, I'll sell it to you!" The rag collector was very happy. This was equivalent to picking up 120 yuan for nothing. He took the money and left happily.
The boss watched the other party leave, sneered, and said softly: "Hillbilly."
Although this bowl looks like a fake at first glance, it is still a rare good thing. If he sells it in his shop, he can easily sell it for several thousand yuan with his sharp tongue.
A rich man with a weak brain might sell hundreds of thousands of dollars as a genuine product.
After all, in the antique world, there is no such thing as fakes. If you walk into any shop or street stall on the antique street, 99.9% of the items may be fakes. Even if there are genuine items, the boss may not even
I don’t even know it, but I’m selling it as genuine anyway. If I buy a fake and smash it into my hands, it can only be said that I have poor eyesight and bad luck.
Moreover, there is another convention in the antique world, that is, it will not be returned!
Once the deal is done, there will be no regrets.
Just like this bowl, whether it's real or fake, if the junk collector wants to buy it back from the boss, it's not as simple as a few hundred dollars.
The owner of the antique shop didn't take the bowl too seriously. He wiped the bowl lightly, placed it on an antique shelf, and started busy with other things.
At this time, several more people came to Yuxuanzhai one after another, and the boss began to entertain them enthusiastically, answering all questions and bragging about how authentic and good his products were.
Qin Changsheng wandered around the store for a while, then turned to the bowl just now and looked at it carefully.
In fact, as early as the beginning, when he saw the rag collector outside, Qin Changsheng faintly detected an unusual aura from the other person's baggage.
At this time, in his eyes, this bowl was surrounded by a faint aura of history, and he could even capture a hint of unusual imperial aura from this bowl.
Now Qin Changsheng can be sure that this bowl must be authentic and an antique from the Qing Dynasty.
Judging from this royal aura, it is very likely that it was an item from the palace back then.
But, it’s obviously an antique, so why does the new one look like a fake?
Qin Changsheng had some doubts on his face. He stretched out his fingers and touched the bowl gently, and then he showed a look of surprise.
When the shop owner traded this bowl with the scrap collector, Qin Changsheng was watching from the side. Now he stood in front of the bowl and looked at it. He was interested in it at first glance.
The owner of the antique shop has been in business for decades and has a sharp eye. He could tell at a glance that Qin Changsheng had thoughts about this bowl.
He put down the things in his hands and came over, and said enthusiastically: "Little brother, you also like antiques? Young people like you are always addicted to some frivolous things. I didn't expect that you have such elegant hobbies. You are really human.
Outstanding!"
The boss was full of compliments when he came up.
As a businessman, he naturally knows how important it is to a business to make happy customers.