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The next day, Meng Zitao had breakfast and was ready to take a rest before heading to the antique market in Tongdu. But unexpectedly, he received a call from San Lunzi, saying that he had brought the things from home and wanted to ask Meng Zitao to help identify them.
Walking to the door of the hotel, Meng Zitao saw the dusty Sanzi with a travel bag in his hand. He looked a little tired, which made him mutter in his heart, he couldn't have come here, right?
Meng Zitao stepped forward to say hello to San Lunzi, and politely asked San Lunzi if he had had breakfast. As a result, San Lunzi responded with an embarrassed smile, and he knew what was going on at a glance.
"Let's go, let's go have breakfast first."
The third idiot waved his hands repeatedly and said: "No no need, let's look at things first."
Meng Zitao smiled and said: "As the old saying goes, people are like iron, and rice is like steel. You won't be hungry if you don't eat for one meal. Besides, the appraisal cannot be completed in a while, so let's go have breakfast first. As for the breakfast money , You don¡¯t have to worry about it, the hotel gave me two breakfast coupons a day, I only use one, and the other one is wasted if I don¡¯t use it.¡±
Hearing what Meng Zitao said, San Lunzi agreed with some embarrassment.
After the three idiots devoured breakfast, Meng Zitao took him to his room.
As soon as the three idiots entered the room, their eyes widened and they kept looking at the decorations in the room. It looked like Grandma Liu had just entered the Grand View Garden for the first time.
"Zhang Qing, the third eldest child in our family." The third idiot couldn't help but feel flattered and took the tea cup. He answered, but in his heart he was a little confused. He really couldn't figure out how someone who could live in such a room could do this. Go to their village and collect hundreds of dollars. Is it possible that Meng Zitao deliberately described good things as bad?
Thinking about it again, San Lunzi felt that this was actually normal. Who knew Meng Zitao better? If it were him, he would do the same thing. However, understanding is understanding. Since I am in the same position as Meng Zitao, in a buyer and seller situation, I must be more vigilant.
"I opened an antique shop in Ling City. As for what happened yesterday, it just happened to happen."
Meng Zitao saw San Lunzi's doubts, so he explained with a smile. He didn't care about San Lunzi's thoughts, because for him, as long as the things met his own standards, he could buy them. If it doesn¡¯t meet the standards, then just go where it came from.
Meng Zitao then asked: "There is one thing I don't quite understand. Why do you believe me?"
San Lunzi spoke concisely and concisely: "For that washbasin, others only gave me fifty, and anyway, I believe you."
Meng Zitao chuckled and understood what San Lunzi was thinking. Perhaps this was the benefit of being kind. Although he was just a little more kind than those shovels, he thought he was not a profiteer.
Next, he said: "Brother Zhang, can you take out the things for me to appreciate?"
The three idiots nodded, and then took out two boxes from the travel bag.
The first box contains a snuff bottle with a painted interior.
The inside-painted snuff bottle is a traditional craft in my country. The inventor was Gan Huanwen, a young painter from the south during the Jiaqing period of the Qing Dynasty. He poured small steel balls, quartz sand and a small amount of water into the pot and shook it, grinding the inner wall into fine lines to make it easier for the paint to adhere. Then he dipped a bamboo pen with a hook into the color and painted on the inner wall in reverse.
Meng Zitao picked it up and took a look, and found that the two sides of the snuff bottle were decorated with landscape paintings, including green pines and green cypresses, waterside sand and pavilions, small bridges and houses, waterfalls like rainbows, and two or three small boats. room, fully displaying the scenery of Jiangnan.
In addition, the "Er Zhong" mark is still left on the inner wall of the snuff bottle.
"Er Zhong" refers to Ding Erzhong, a famous tobacco bottle interior painting master in the late Qing Dynasty. His active creative period was between 1895 and 1905. His original name was Ding Yugeng or Yugeng, and his hall name was "Plum Blossom Shanfang". He is good at landscape painting. He is another outstanding master of literati interior painting after Zhou Leyuan. Most of his works feature meaningful mountains and rivers. A small amount of mustard seed in a small area can show the potential of a thousand miles.
Since the number of Ding Erzhong's painted tobacco bottles is relatively small and his artistic level is relatively high, good works are of course very expensive.
¡° Like the snuff bottle in Meng Zitao¡¯s hand, if it is genuine, its market value must be around 200,000 yuan, so you must take a good look at it.
Since ancient times, the value of a snuff bottle has been entirely determined by the quality of its material, the exquisiteness of its painting and workmanship, and the age and production of the snuff bottle.??A few hundred yuan or hundreds of thousands are completely astronomical figures to him. And he never expected that his biological father would actually leave him such a huge fortune.
After a while, San Lunzi came back to his senses. When he saw the snuff bottle that no longer belonged to him, he felt extremely painful and annoyed in his heart. If he had not agreed and signed the agreement just now, he would have It is very likely that you will regret it.
Meng Zitao had already anticipated San Lunzi's reaction. Because of this, he thought of signing an agreement in advance. Moreover, judging from the current situation, I can't get this Guanyin statue.
But after thinking about it, he still asked: "Brother Zhang, do you intend to transfer this Guanyin statue?"
Without even thinking about it, San Lunzi shook his head and expressed his disagreement. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com