Among all the people present, Qin Haodong was the calmest one. He looked at Zhang Wankui and saw the old man's mouth was half open, and his eyes were blank, like a fool.
After a long time, Zhang Wankui came to himself and raised his hand to slap himself twice. He had been in the antique circle for most of his life, so how could he not know the value of Xuande Censer? It was a good thing that he couldn't see even if he wanted to.
But today, he had offered it to him with both hands, and the price was only 100,000 yuan. He didn't even think about it.
At this moment, he really wanted to die. Looking at the shining Xuande Censer, he really wanted to grab it and hold it in his arms, and make it his own.
Looking at the people around him who had lost their manners, Qin Haodong came to Qian Duoduo and asked in a low voice with a little embarrassment, "Brother, what is Xuande Censer?"
He did have more than 500 years of experience and had seen all kinds of treasures, but they were all from the cultivation circle. He didn't know much about the cultural inheritance on the earth, let alone what Xuande Censer was.
"Let me tell you." Guo Feng heard Qin Haodong's question, stood up and said, "When Xuande Emperor of the Ming Dynasty wanted to make censer, he asked the royal craftsmen to design and supervise a batch of censer according to the famous porcelain styles of Chai Kiln, Ru Kiln, Guan Kiln, Ge Kiln, Jun Kiln, and Ding Kiln in the imperial palace, and historical books such as Archaeological Map.
To ensure the quality of the censer, the craftsmen selected dozens of precious metals, such as gold and silver, and carefully cast it with red copper for more than ten times. The finished bronze censer was crystal clear and warm, and it was a treasure among handicrafts. So in a long period of history, Xuande Censer became the general name of bronze censer. "
However, Xuande Censer only cast 3,000 censer in three years, and no more were produced. They were hidden deep in the Forbidden Palace, and ordinary people only knew their names, but never saw them. Now, after hundreds of years of ups and downs, the real bronze censer cast in the third year of Xuande Censer is extremely rare. "
Speaking of this, he was quite emotional, "I have seen countless antiques in my life, but I have never seen the real Xuande Censer. Today, I have the honor to see it, and I have no regrets in my life!"
"Director Guo, how much is Xuande Censer worth?"
Someone asked his own question, which was also what Qin Haodong wanted to know.
Guo Feng said, "The Xuande Censer is a priceless treasure, and the price is just a reference value. Last year, at an auction in Hong Kong, a Xuande Burner was sold for 25 million. "
"Heavens, 25 million is enough for an ordinary person to live for several lifetimes …"
"Exchanging 180,000 for 25 million, this young man's luck is really good …"
"I burn incense and pray to Buddha at home every day. Why don't I have such good luck …"
Everyone was talking about it. At this time, another person asked, "Director Guo, do you think this incense burner could be a fake?"
"That's possible!" As soon as Guo Feng finished his words, everyone's expression changed, but he continued, "In order to make huge profits, from the Ming Dynasty's Xuande Era to the Republic of China, antique dealers have been imitating Xuande Furnaces. Even after the production of Xuande Censers stopped, some officials who were in charge of casting bronze censers called the original craftsmen to imitate Xuande Censers according to the drawings and processes of Xuande Censers.
These carefully cast imitations can be compared with the real ones, and even experts can't distinguish them. So far, there are many Xuande Censers in the collections of major museums in China, but none of them can be recognized as the real one by many experts. How to identify the real and fake Xuande Censers has become one of the unsolved cases in the domestic archaeology circle. "
Another person asked, "Director Guo, is this one real or fake?"
Guo Feng looked at the censer and said, "In my opinion, it should be the real one. And it doesn't matter whether it's real or fake. Such an exquisite thing, even if it's not made in the third year of Xuande Era, it must be an imitation made by those casting officials in the Ming Dynasty. It's so perfect! "
He turned to Qin Haodong and said, "Brother Qin, I like this censer very much. If you are willing to sell it, I can offer you 30 million."
Then he looked at Qin Haodong nervously. Although the price of 30 million was not low, if Qin Haodong was also an antique lover, he would definitely not sell it. The price of this thing would rise a lot in a few years.
"30 million. My God, it's 5 million more than the one in the Hong Kong auction."
"I'm so jealous. Later I'll find some iron censers and smash them to see if there's a Xuande Censer hidden in them."
"Okay, it's useless for me to keep it. If Director Guo likes it, you can take it."
Although the Xuande Censer was expensive, Qin Haodong had seen many rare treasures in the Cultivation World. A censer without any function could not arouse his interest. It was better to sell it for some money.
"Brother Qin, thank you so much! Brother, give me your account number. I'll pay for it now. "
Guo Feng was overjoyed, as if he had found a treasure. As if he was afraid that Qin Haodong would regret, he picked up his phone and transferred the money.
Seeing that Qin Haodong had earned 30 million in such a short time, Zhang Wankui's face looked worse than if his father had died. It was 30 million. He had never earned so much money in his life. It was sent to him, but he gave it to someone else.
Seeing that the Xuande Censer had been taken, someone in the crowd shouted, "Mr. Zhang, the little brother has found the treasure. Is it time for you to fulfill your promise? You won't go back on your words, will you? "
"Dad, you're my real dad." Zhang Wankui seemed to have changed instantly. He rushed to Qin Haodong with a flattering face and said, "Dad, how did you know there was treasure in the iron censer? Can you teach me? As long as you can teach me, I'll call you dad every day and take care of you when you're old and dead … "
Qin Haodong was speechless. This old guy changed too fast. "Take care of me when I'm old and dead? How many years can you live? Are you cursing me to die early?"
But thinking about it, it was normal. For a black-hearted businessman like him who only had money in his eyes, as long as there was profit, they would be used to calling him grandpa or ancestor, let alone father. They would not hesitate at all.
For this kind of person, Qin Haodong really didn't care. He said, "Mr. Zhang, you just said that as long as I win this bet, I can take anything in the store, right?"
"Yes! Yes! I keep my word. You can take anything you want! "
Zhang Wankui said with a smile.
There was a reason why he was so forthright. First, the notary of the bet was Guo Feng, the director of the Cultural Relics Appraisal Center. He couldn't afford to offend him. Second, he didn't have anything valuable in the store. The few good things he had were hidden very well, so he was not afraid of being found.
Qin Haodong didn't pay attention to Zhang Wankui anymore. He stepped into the antique store and looked around. He found that all the things in the store were fake. There was nothing valuable at all.
With his powerful perception, he found that there was a faint Spiritual Qi behind the wall. But it was also very weak. He guessed that it was an antique with some years. But it was not enough to attract his attention.
"What should I take?" Qin Haodong turned around and suddenly found that there was Spiritual Qi overflowing in a corner of the wall. The concentration of the Spiritual Qi was not lower than that of the Xuande Censer.
He strode over and found a wooden box in the corner. It was filled with broken bottles and jars, some of which were already broken and incomplete.
He looked down along the source of the Spiritual Qi and found a small iron piece the size of an egg at the bottom of the box. The Spiritual Qi was emitted from this thing.
"Good stuff!" Qin Haodong held the small iron piece in his hand and was overjoyed. He was ten times happier than when he got the Xuande Censer.
Others might not know what it was, but he recognized it at a glance. It was a magic instrument for protection. A magic instrument for protection was equal to an extra life, which couldn't be bought with money.
He sensed it with his Primordial Spirit. The level of this magic instrument was not bad. It was enough to resist three attacks from a cultivator in the Gold Core Realm. It was absolutely a good treasure for him to save his life.
It seemed that he came to the antique street today. First, he sold a Xuande Censer worth 30 million yuan. Now, he found a good treasure for protection. The only regret was that he didn't find a suitable magic instrument.
Zhang Wankui had been following Qin Haodong. Seeing Qin Haodong find a black iron piece from the box he threw away, he was very confused. Was it also a good thing?
But he did see it. It was not an antique at all. He didn't understand why Qin Haodong took it.
"Mr. Zhang, I want it!"
Qin Haodong shook the small iron piece in front of Zhang Wankui. Then he put it in his pocket and stepped out of the antique shop.
After walking out of the shop, he said goodbye to Qian Duoduo and Guo Feng. Then he left and continued to look for magic instruments.
He visited more than a dozen shops in succession, but still didn't find what he wanted. At this moment, he suddenly heard a scream behind him.
The scream was so miserable that many people looked at the source of the sound. Qin Haodong also looked back, but he saw nothing.
Just when he looked back, he suddenly bumped into something. He quickly turned around and saw a young man with a flattop head was knocked back three or four steps, and an ancient mirror fell to the ground.
The flattop head man was Fatty Wang's third brother. He had been waiting outside the crowd for a long time. Seeing Qin Haodong get 30 million yuan in a blink of an eye, he was so jealous that he secretly swore that he must take advantage of Qin Haodong.
After Qin Haodong left, Lao San had been following him. The one who screamed was also his accomplice. Lao San took advantage of this opportunity to blackmail Qin Haodong and bumped into him.
"My mirror, my precious mirror."
Lao San's acting was not bad at all. He squatted on the ground to pick up the mirror and burst into tears.
Qin Haodong had already known that this was a blackmailer. He thought to himself that there were so many tricks in this antique street. He had just walked around and unexpectedly met two groups of swindlers.
However, he was not angry. He just quietly watched Lao San's performance. Not only him, but also the people who were wandering around immediately gathered around to see what was going on.
Lao San cried for a long time. Seeing that Qin Haodong didn't speak, he immediately stood up and shouted fiercely, "Boy, you broke my precious mirror. You must pay for it!"
Qin Haodong said very cooperatively, "Oh, how much do you want?"
Lao San cried, "30 million, not a penny less."
Qin Haodong was amused by him. This guy must have just seen him sell the Xuande Censer, so he knew how much money he had.
He laughed and said, "Is your mirror made of gold? Even if it's made of gold, it's not worth 30 million yuan. "
Lao San held the mirror in his hand and shouted righteously, "This mirror was used by Su Daji. It's much more valuable than gold. I wanted to sell it, but I didn't expect that you would break it."
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
