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"Fifty thousand is indeed a bit high. They are all acquaintances. Please give me your price."

Teacher Huang glanced at the Arhat statue and knew that it was a common shape of Arhat in the Qing Dynasty.

He and the stall owner were both semi-acquaintances, but the other party still offered an offer of 500,000 yuan as soon as they came up, indicating that there was a high probability that the items were genuine.

It depends on the premium.

"To be honest, this is a boxwood sculpture from the Third Dynasty of the Qing Dynasty. It was appraised by experts."

"The things are really what my dad wants to use."

"But he always likes to light incense and candles in front of these Buddha statues. My wife hates the smell. As a result, I get scolded every day."

When the stall owner said this, Zhang Yang raised his head and glanced at him.

This elder brother is bald. He may be a 40-year-old middle-aged man, or a 30-year-old laid-off programmer. No matter which one, the story sounds very true.

"If you really want it, for Brother Huang's sake, the price is 80,000 yuan."

"Not even one point less."

"Why don't we wipe out the money in that bottle?" Teacher Huang pointed at the blue and white vase Zhang Yang picked out.

The stall owner made a hissing sound, remained silent for five seconds, and gritted his teeth: "Okay, wipe it off, and give me an authentic Kangxi blue and white porcelain vase from this Arhat statue."

"How do you like it?" Teacher Huang turned around and asked the duo who wanted to buy this statue.

Wang Jianye subconsciously turned his head to look at Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang was looking down at his phone.

"Shi Tianzhang, boxwood carving of Eighteen Arhats, sold for 1.18 million."

He took another look at the message floating on the wood carving:

"Detailed information: The work of Shi Tianzhang, the royal engraver of Yongzheng Dynasty, is exquisite in craftsmanship and was once used exclusively by the royal family."

The statue of Arhat Mountain, with a total of 18 Arhats, was sold for 1.18 million, which is equivalent to the value of each of the little Arhats on it being 65,000.

Now a single statue of Arhat only costs 80,000 yuan. Isn’t it crazy money?

But Zhang Yang didn't smile at all.

These stall owners have seen thousands of buyers in the antique market. It is not an exaggeration to say that they have read countless people. He does not want to be "read".

When Wang Jianye stretched his head to see what he was looking at, Zhang Yang spoke:

"I checked online and found that the price of RMB 80,000 for a boxwood Arhat sculpture from the mid-Qing Dynasty is a bit high."

"Did you not search for the word "lacquer gold"?" the stall owner said confidently.

"Let me see? It seems like there isn't one."

Zhang Yang looked at the news about Christie's [17th century boxwood lacquered gold seated Arhat statue, sold for 2,520 euros] and nodded seriously.

"The lacquered gold ones cost a premium, and 80,000 yuan is already the market price."

The stall owner looked like "you took advantage".

"Really, you guys should think more about it."

Zhang Yang nodded and pretended to give advice and said to Wang Jianye: "I think it's okay. It can also save money on this bottle."

This brought a smile to the stall owner's lips.

Just from the movements and expressions of the few people just now, you looked at me and I looked at you. If he couldn't see that Zhang Yang was the one who could make the final decision among the three people, then he would be as old as a dog at his age.

He thought to himself: Stop pretending and pay quickly.

Wang Jianye hesitated for a moment, as if he had something to say, but finally held back, and obeyed what he said before, and became the one who paid the bill.

"Want me to help wrap it up?"

"No, just give me two scrap newspapers and we can pack them ourselves."

Teacher Huang took out the boxes and bags prepared in advance from the cloth bag in his hand.

He is knowledgeable, so he knows that asking merchants to help with packaging is an opportunity for others to switch packages. Even if they are acquaintances, he should not test his humanity.

If someone really prepares a fake product of the same style and drops the bag for you, by the time you find out, it will be dawn and the antique market will be closed, so you have no choice but to admit defeat.

These are all lessons learned by Teacher Huang.

After packing his things and leaving the stall, Wang Jianye finally couldn't help it anymore and asked Zhang Yang:

"Isn't this wood carving a loss?"

"It's no big deal, just don't worry."

"Then what dynasty does your blue and white vase come from?"

"It should be Qianlong's folk kiln. Let Master Wang take a closer look when you get back."

Zhang Yang said while holding the box containing the Arhat statue.

Who has the mood to care about tens of thousands of pieces of blue and white flowers from folk kilns when he has a wood carving that may be worth millions in his arms?

To be honest, Zhang Yang felt that the purpose of coming today had been achieved.

It's no wonder that he gets up at three o'clock in the morning to wash up.

But now that we have come, we still have to continue shopping.

Under the leadership of Teacher Huang, Zhang Yang collected some bottles and cans from the middle and late Qing Dynasty from other stalls and handed them over to Wang Jianye.

He was still holding the Arhat statue.

"Can we hire an errand boy?"

Wang Jianye felt like he couldn't move anymore.

He has already seen that the Arhat statue in Zhang Yang's arms may be of high value.

It was precisely because of this that he couldn't ask Zhang Yang for help. What if someone else's one thing was too much for him?

"Here comes the cart."

Teacher Huang knew the roads well and got a cart.

"Huh~" Wang Jianye breathed a sigh of relief after unloading his burden.

He felt like he was resurrected with full blood, and immediately asked Teacher Huang: "Are there any stalls that I haven't visited yet?"

Along the way, except for the jade stall, they had not set foot in it at all. The trio had already picked through the others.

Teacher Huang thought for a while and replied: "There are also some bronzes. Do you want to see them?"

"Bronze? Punishment!" Wang Jianye nodded, looking excited.

Zhang Yang turned his head and looked at Teacher Huang suspiciously.

"Teacher, even if it's real, we wouldn't dare to buy it, right?"

The three of them came as serious people, without masks or false identities.

With the cameras all over the street, it’s not an exaggeration to say that they go shopping with their real names.

But things like bronzes are very special. Even if they were not unearthed in the past seventy years, they can easily be considered cultural relics.

Those that can be bought and sold privately in China are either from "familiar pits" whose origins can be proven, or they are returned overseas.

But for these two types, the fraud rate is close to 99.99%.

Usually when you encounter something real, there is a high probability that it is "born in a pit", that is, it comes out of a tomb.

That's too judgmental.

"You don't have to be afraid of this publicity. If it is true, we will naturally have ways to avoid risks." Wang Jianye said confidently.

As soon as he opened his mouth, Zhang Yang remembered that there was a museum curator standing next to him! Disrespect, disrespect.

Anyway, this trip was mainly to help the Wang family, and it was impossible to keep the bronze in his hands, so Zhang Yang nodded in agreement:

"Then go and have a look."

"This is also my first time to come into contact with bronze ware offline, so I'm really looking forward to it."

Under the leadership of Teacher Huang, the three of them went around in circles, ducking into the shadows from the densely populated streets and turning into an alley.

There was someone guarding the entrance to the alley, but Teacher Huang went up and chatted a few words in Cantonese, and the other party let him go, and even agreed to help Wang Jianye keep the cart.

However, Wang Jianye declined. This was his job and no one else could take it away.

After walking another seven or eight meters in the alley, my eyes suddenly brightened.

In the middle of the "handshake buildings" unique to Guangdong Province, there is a small courtyard, which is more spacious and lively than the streets outside.

Bronze vessels, large five-goat square bottles, and ivory tusks thicker and longer than Zhang Yang’s arms can be seen everywhere, all hinting at the extraordinary nature of this place.

If this were all true, a five-thousand-year sentence would probably not be enough for these people.

"I plan to ask you to help sell this wood carving. Please keep it for me."

Zhang Yang decisively handed the Arhat statue to Wang Jianye and excitedly turned to the sea of ​​bronzes.

The monthly ticket statistics are already confusing. I will check them again over the weekend and will update them on Sunday. Don’t worry.