"Brother Wang, the restaurant is yours…"
This dream again!
Ye Fan woke up from his bed. His face was pale and he was sweating profusely. He looked at the messy and moldy rental room and was in a daze.
"You must redeem the brothel!”
Ye Fan clenched his fists and looked at the sky outside the window. He hurriedly turned over and went to the bathroom, ready to practice.
Ye Fan was in his early twenties this year. He had been in the antique business with his father since he was young. He could be considered an "old senior" in the antique world.
Speaking of which, if they didn't open for business for half a year, they would eat for three years. This was the truest portrayal of the antique industry.
However, the antique industry relied on one's eyesight and experience. Without sufficient foundation, it was impossible to make a big name in this industry.
True and false, all based on a pair of eyes, testing the cultural heritage. To be able to pick up the leftovers was like a pie falling from the sky. However, such things rarely happened. More often than not, they were scammed, cheated, and fooled.
It was common for people in the antique world to be tricked, and he had been cheated once.
A year ago, he had misjudged a painting of a beautiful lady from the Tang Dynasty. He had lost all his fortune and had no choice but to sell the brothel that his father had painstakingly built for many years, which was worth more than two million yuan…
However, this matter had also made him mature and steady.
"It's time to practice!"
Lan Ning City was the capital city of Gan Ning Province, the largest province in the west. It was also one of the largest and most prosperous cities in the west.
As the saying went, gold was hidden in troubled times, and antiques were hidden in prosperous times.
With a hundred years of peace and rapid economic growth, a large number of people invested their spare money in antiques and cultural relics, which directly led to the unprecedented prosperity of the antique industry.
There were two main types of antiques. One was a legacy artifact, and the other was a dark artifact.
The so-called legacy artifact was something that had been preserved and passed down for generations after hundreds or thousands of years. Dark Artifacts, as the name implied, referred to things that had been buried underground for thousands of years and were excavated. From this, a special industry was extended, grave robbing.
Grave robbing was a part of the Lower Nine Paths in ancient times. It was divided into many factions, such as gold looting, cave searching, etc.
In the northern district of Lanning City, there was a market that specialized in antiques and coins-Ancient Garden.
The biggest feature of the ancient garden was the practice stall.
To put it bluntly, it was to use a tattered blanket to spread on both sides of the street, place some miscellaneous things, move a small stool, and open the stall with a shout. The form was similar to the street stalls in the 1980s and 1990s.
At this moment, a large group of people was gathered in front of a stall in the eastern corner of the ancient garden. In front of the crowd sat a young man in his mid-twenties. He smiled as he looked at an old man with a sage-like demeanor.
The old man was holding a Buddha statue that was about ten centimeters tall and was talking."Young man, look at this Sakyamuni Buddha. His face is dignified, kind, and his appearance is vivid. He is covered in gold and natural. Especially look at the patterns on his clothes. The lines are rough but exquisite.”
The young man smiled slightly." This Sakyamuni Buddha imitation is indeed very brilliant. Moreover, the words 'Great Ming Xuande' are engraved on the bottom. But old man, have you noticed a problem?"”
At this point, the young man stopped talking. The surrounding onlookers were anxious and shouted,"Young man, don't keep me in suspense. Hurry up and tell me.”
The young man chuckled and said to the old man,""Old Master, please give me the thing again.”The old man handed the Buddha statue in his hand to the young man angrily.
After the young man took the Buddha statue, he turned it upside down and said,"Old Master, you know that ancient statues were all made of pottery, right?”
Of course, the old man knew about this and nodded.
Seeing the old man nod, the young man pointed at the inner hall of the Buddha statue and continued,"Old Master, please take a look. The bottom of the Buddha statue and the inner hall don't have any traces left behind by the hand-made pottery. Instead, it feels very rough and prickly. What did this mean? It meant that this was made using modern sand casting technology. The rough feeling was left behind because the Quartz sand could not be removed during casting.”
The old man immediately became listless. He sighed and said with some disappointment,"Sigh, why did I fall for it again?"
The young man handed the Buddha statue to the old man and comforted him with a smile,"Don't be discouraged, Old Master. Although this Buddha statue is an imitation, the workmanship is very good. Besides, you didn't spend much money. Take it back and offer it as a form of worship.”
On the right side of the crowd stood a tall and beautiful girl who was about twenty-three or twenty-four years old. When she heard the young man's comments, her eyes were filled with surprise.
The old man stood up in disappointment and said,"Thank you, young man. You've taught me another lesson. How much is it?”
"Old Master, you've already spent a lot of money. Consider this as me showing it to you for free. I don't want your money.”The young man saw that the old man was about to pay and quickly said.
As soon as the old man stood up, a middle-aged man in his thirties immediately sat opposite the young man. He held a folding fan in his hand and handed it to the young man."Master, please give me a look.”
The young man took the fan with a smile. He didn't open it, but held it tightly in his right hand. After about five minutes, a surprised expression appeared on his face as he opened the fan.
On the fan was a landscape painting. The painting was majestic. At the bottom right corner, the words Shao Village were printed. There were two lines of poems above: Flying clouds around half waist, lonely guests come in the wind.
Shao Village was the nickname of the Qing Dynasty painter Fang Hengxian. Fang Hengxian, a scholar in Shunzhi years of Qing Dynasty, was good at literature and calligraphy, especially in small regular script. Huang Gongwang, a master of landscape painting, showed the majestic power of mountains and rivers. He was known as the three pillars of the painting world with Cheng Zhengkui and Gu Dashen, who were famous at that time.
The ribs of the fan were made of bamboo, and there were already signs of aging and cracking. The side of the fan was painted with gold, and perhaps because it was not well preserved, some of the gold had fallen off. The entire scene was majestic and completed in one go. It was clearly Fang Hengxian's authentic work.
"Elder brother, this fan of yours is Fang Hengxian's genuine product. However, it was not well preserved, so the price should not be very high.”The young man said as he handed the fan to the man.
When the man heard the young man say that his things were real, his nervous face suddenly smiled."As long as it's real, hehe, how much is it?”
There was a saying in the antique shop that as long as the item was right, a discount was nothing. What was more important was that the item was wrong and there was nothing left.
"Big brother, you can pay as you see fit." The young man was also happy for him.
The man took out 200 yuan from his pocket and handed it to the young man."Master, don't think it's too little."
The young man took the money and stuffed it into his pocket without even looking at it. The pretty girl on the right took advantage of the situation to squeeze in and sat opposite the young man.
As the young man packed his things, he said to the girl,"Miss, I'm sorry. I've already seen the three people today. If you want to appraise them, come back tomorrow.”
The girl looked at the young man with a smile and stretched out her fair hand."I'm not here to appraise anything. Let me introduce myself first. My name is Cheng Qingyu, a senior in the Department of Archeology at Lan Ning University.”
" Uh." The young man was stunned for a moment, but he still shook Cheng Qingyu's hand."Hello, my name is Ye Fan. It's nice to meet you.”
This young man was Ye Fan, who had come out to set up a stall.
However, Ye Fan's stall had a rule. He only saw three people and took three orders every day.
"Ye Fan…"
Cheng Qingyu muttered softly. This name was very unfamiliar. Logically speaking, Ye Fan's appraisal level should not be unknown.
While Cheng Qingyu was thinking, Ye Fan packed his things and pointed at the small stool she was sitting on below."Sorry, I…"
Cheng Qingyu knew that Ye Fan wanted her to get up and clean up the stool.
A hint of anger appeared on her beautiful face. She had always been conceited about her beauty. Many boys in school surrounded her all day long just to win her smile. Now, this man called Ye Fan seemed to not take her seriously at all. To her, it was simply an insult.
Although he was very unwilling, he still stood up. Ye Fan put away the small stool and thanked Cheng Qingyu before turning around to leave.
This really angered Cheng Qingyu. Seeing that Ye Fan was about to leave, she suddenly shouted,"Ye Fan, stop right there!"
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