area51novel Chapter 220
Chapter 220
"False... Fake? The young man was stunned and asked tremblingly, "But this carving is obviously unique to the Ming Dynasty, and it is impossible to imitate it so much in modern times, right?"
Qin Miao smiled slightly, took the jade gourd from the young man's hand, aimed the magnifying glass at the flowers above, and explained: "You don't know this, but if the jade gourd is used, modern craftsmanship can also be imitated."
"But the core of this jade gourd is on the two flowers in the center of the upper and lower sections, and the Ming Dynasty carvers are in the shape of sheets, and the knife technique is simple and vivid, and you can even rotate on it when you pluck it with your fingers." But the craftsmanship of these two flowers is obviously a lot rougher, and it cannot be compared with the exquisite carving of the Ming Dynasty. The
young man carefully looked at the place that Qin Miao pointed to for a moment, and then let out a long sigh and said, "Alas, it seems that I am really a shallow learner, and even such a trap that does not enter the flow can deceive me."
After that, he took the Fulu gourd and left the scene.
Almost all the experts in the antique world present were shocked by Qin Miao's crisp and sharp answer, jade is different from porcelain, and the time change of tens of millions of years is not reflected in the jade, if you want to determine what age they are, you can only judge from the carving.
For this reason, it is also recognized as an object that is difficult to determine in the antique world, and many appraisal experts need to look through ancient books to judge their authenticity.
But Qin Miao only looked at it for a short time to judge the origin of this jade, and his eyesight should almost be comparable to Feng Lao.
Looking at his current appearance, he is only in his twenties, and in a few years, his achievements in the antiques world will surpass Feng Lao nine times out of ten and become the first person in real antiques!
Thinking of this, their hearts unconsciously gave birth to a strong sense of admiration.
Next, everyone lined up one by one to let Qin Miao identify the objects they had photographed, but most of them got frustrating results, and only two or three people took the real thing.
After everyone got the appraisal results, the group also left the auction venue, Feng Yunlei took the lead to return to the hotel to rest, and Qin Miao took Wu Dong to stay in the black market to continue looking for opportunities to pick up leaks.
The light in the black market was still very dark, and it took Qin Miao a while to successfully adapt to the environment here, and the two walked in the direction of the kerosene lamp, and quickly came to a stall.
Most of the things on this stall were some sundries, and Qin Miao didn't have much hope for this, but after fixing his eyes for a few seconds, he was surprised to find an object that was quite visible.
[Hong Xian Pastel Color: Made by the "Last Official Kiln" in the Hong Xian Period, the overall shape is flat and round, it is a rouge box...]
[Assessed value: 900,000 yuan equivalent! ] It
was a palm-sized box with lifelike plum blossoms printed on it, and it contained cinnabar-colored gel, and the color was so fresh that it looked like a new, unused clay.
But as soon as Qin Miao opened the lid, a refreshing fragrance came to his nose, which made him more sure that it was rouge, and after identification, he also found that the production process of this box of rouge was very complicated.
To be able to use such high-end cosmetics during that period, the former owner of this rouge box must have been a wealthy man.
Looking at the bottom of the box, the two big characters "Hong Xian" were clearly printed on it.
"Hongxian" is the era name of Yuan Shikai's emperor period, when there were still some official kilns left over from the Qing Dynasty, and it can be said that this batch of porcelain is the last batch of official kiln products.
However, although more people have collected pastel porcelain in recent years, due to the recent age, its price has not risen much, and the highest has not exceeded one million.
But he is here to pick up the leaks this time, no matter the price, as long as he can earn enough difference.
As soon as the stall owner saw that Qin Miao had an interest in this rouge box, he quickly introduced it enthusiastically: "Young man, this is not an ordinary printing clay, but it was used once during a private visit by the Kangxi microservice in the Qing Dynasty!" So the price... You know.
Hearing this, Qin Miao smiled helplessly.
These reselling antiques are really one set after another, and even the microservice private visit has moved out, I really don't know what they think.
After a pause, he asked directly, "Oh? So how much are you going to sell for?
The stall owner smiled and said, "No more, no more, just 50,000 yuan, you can take it away."
"50,000 pieces? Do you really think I don't understand anything? After listening to the stall owner's offer, Qin Miao said coldly, "A box of printing clay on the market is only a few yuan, and 50,000 yuan can buy nearly 10,000 boxes." The
stall owner's face turned red and he argued, "My printing clay is an object used by Kangxi, can this be compared with the printing clay on the market now?" This is antique! Antique!
Qin Miao didn't argue with him too much, casually put the pastel color back on the stall, and said, "Antiques, right?" Then you better keep it for yourself, I will not accompany you. Seeing
him turn around and prepare to leave, the stall owner hurriedly stood up and said flatteringly: "Little brother, don't go!" In this way, you say a price and see if I can accept it.
Qin Miao was just pretending, and after hearing the stall owner's words, he turned around and picked up the pastel color again, and said, "1,000 yuan, what do you think?"
"Little brother, you have to bargain too hard!" Hearing this, the stall owner gasped, and said bitterly for a while, "My box of printing clay is also an old object from decades ago, so if you give me 5,000 yuan, it will belong to you."
At this time, there were already some people around who heard the movement and wanted to gather around to see the liveliness, Qin Miao thought for a moment, then nodded and agreed to the offer of the stall owner: "Okay, 5000 is 5000, I can give cash directly, right?" Seeing
that the stall owner nodded, Qin Miao asked Wu Dong to take out 5,000 yuan in cash from his satchel and handed it to him.
Then, after Qin Miao handed this pastel porcelain to Wu Dong, he walked to a booth on the opposite side.
Unlike the "grocery store" just now, most of the items sold in this stall are jade ornaments and other items, but there are few items that are really valuable.
Qin Miao evaluated for a long time before he successfully found a lychee frozen agate safety buckle and a bloodstone seal, and finally spent 8,000 yuan to auction these two objects with a combined value of about 2 million.
The two strolled around the black market for more than an hour, but the quality of today's objects was obviously much lower than yesterday, and in the end, they did not find any treasures worth tens of millions.
Helplessly, he had to take Wu Dong back to the hotel to rest.