gifted collector

Chapter 8 Not sure, find an expert

Fang Ming's heart skipped a beat, he remembered the finger puller in his pocket, and hesitated whether to take it out.

The reason why he didn't want to take it out was because Zhou Yafang had concluded that it was not a good thing, but he hoped that the monster that appeared on the back of his hand would really have the ability to identify antiques, so he would be overwhelmed.

"Fang Ming, since you think that finger wrench is valuable, you can take it out and show Qian Lao while the money is still there."

Seeing Fang Ming's expression, Zhou Yafang thought of the finger puller he stuffed in his pocket before going out, and immediately understood Fang Ming's thoughts.

"This one……"

Hearing Zhou Yafang's words, Fang Ming hesitated even more. If he really took out the things for Mr. Qian to appraise, it would definitely be a slap in the face of Zhou Yafang.

"But……"

Shaking her head, Zhou Yafang said: "It's nothing. The collection of antiques is extensive and profound. No one can never make eye contact, and I am the same. In fact, it is quite good to be proficient in one of the categories, so you should also Don't have any worries."

"Oh, Fang Ming, what Avon said is not wrong at all, show me the things."

People who collect antiques always have a kind of "show off" deep in their hearts-the mentality of showing off their vision and ability in front of others, and Qian Fang is no exception, so the thing he said to Fang Ming and Zhou Yafang at this time is very interesting. curiosity.

"it is good."

Fang Ming nodded, one reason was that he thought what Zhou Yafang said was very reasonable, and the other reason was that he really wanted to prove whether the monster that appeared on the back of his hand had the ability to identify antiques.So he took out the wrench from his pocket and handed it to Qian Fang.

"Oh, it's the finger wrench, let me see."

Qian Fang took the wrench over, and looked at it not too much at first, but after playing with it for a while, the expression on his face became more and more serious, and he couldn't help sitting up straight, his eyes were wide He stared at the wrench in his hand like a nail.

Seeing Qian Fang like this, Zhou Yafang and Zhuang Jie next to him were stunned. They, especially Zhou Yafang, never thought that Qian Fang would show such an expression, because it meant that the finger pull was probably a leak!
Zhou Yafang has strong confidence in her eyesight. The environment in which she grew up made her grow up among antiques since she was three years old. The one who came up, although she said that miscellaneous items are not her strong point, she didn't expect that she would drill eyes.

Asking Fang Ming to take out the finger before was just to teach him a "lesson", let him understand that collecting antiques is not such a simple thing, and picking up leaks is even more difficult. How could he have thought that such a situation ?
Of course Zhuang Jie noticed it too. He looked at Zhou Yafang and then at Fang Ming, but he didn't speak.

"This... old Qian, how is it?"

Ever since Qian Fang took the wrench, Fang Ming has been staring at him. To him, whether the wrench is real is not the most important thing. The most important thing is to prove the ability of the monster that appeared out of nowhere.

He also noticed Qian Fang's expression, and became more and more nervous. After waiting for about ten minutes, he found that Qian Fang hadn't spoken yet, so he couldn't help asking.

"Oh……"

Qian Fang seemed to have come to his senses, and raised his head to look at the three people. Now Zhou Yafang couldn't bear it anymore, and said, "Mr. Qian, what happened to the finger puller? Is it a good thing?"

Qian Fang thought for a while, shook his head, but then nodded again.

"Ah? Old Qian, what do you mean?"

This time, Zhuang Jie was also a little bit confused by Monk Erzhang.

Seeing the three people staring at him with wide-eyed eyes, Qian Fang was happy, and the reactions of the three people were not surprising at all: they hoped that the wrench in their hands was a good thing, but at the same time worried that it was junk. The psychology of waiting for the result is one of the greatest pleasures in antique collecting.

"Don't worry, I'm not sure about the wrench."

When Fang Ming heard this, his highly tense mood suddenly relaxed. Although he didn't hear the answer he wanted, at least it wasn't bad news and he still had hope.

Unlike the novices like Fang Ming, the faces of "old fritters" like Zhou Yafang and Zhuang Jie suddenly became brighter.

Who is Qian Fang?

He is a leading figure in the world of antique collectors, and if he can't figure out something for sure, it often means that it is likely to be a leak, and it is a big leak!
Even if it's a fake, it's still a high imitation, and what's the difference between a high imitation that even Qian Fang can't identify and the real thing?
"Let's go, come with me, we're going to find old man Zhao, he's a real master in miscellaneous things, we still need him to appraise the finger to be sure."

Qian Fang stood up as he spoke. He is proficient in the collection of bronzes. Although he has dabbled in miscellaneous items such as fingers, he is not the most authoritative after all. Experts ask for advice.

Old man Zhao naturally refers to Zhao Benhua. Qian Fang and Zhao Benhua are old friends for many years. Under his leadership, Ming, Zhou Yafang and Zhuang Jie walked to the back of the villa.

Passing through an aisle, several people walked into a small flower garden. At this time, the night was getting darker, but under the lights, Ming found that there were flowers, plants and leaves everywhere, and it was obviously carefully arranged, with ups and downs, The size is suitable, and there are all-night trails, paved with white marble stones the size of a fist.

After walking for a while, a small lake appeared in front of my eyes, and there was a small wooden pavilion at the corner of the small lake. Through the light, I could see two people sitting there, chatting and laughing heartily from time to time. Obviously quite proud.

Qian Fang walked over quickly, and said loudly, "Hey, you two old men, what are you doing laughing so loudly? Did you talk about something proud? It makes me happy to say it."

Zhao Benhua raised his head to see Qian Fang, then looked at Fang Ming and the others who were following behind, and was secretly surprised. It was not surprising that Qian Fang came to find him. He knew Zhuang Jie and Zhou Yafang, but he was not familiar with them. One has never met before, Tingzi is the place where he greets his best friends, and Qian Fang knows his habit.

"Could it be someone's descendant?"

Such thoughts popped up in his mind, but Zhao Benhua immediately smiled and said, "Old man Qian, there is a guest here, let me introduce you first."

Qian Fang smiled and said: "You know Zhuang Jie and Zhou Yafang, they are both people in our Ningdong City circle, this is Fang Ming, he is from Zhou Yafang's shop, I brought them here because there is something I I'm not sure, let you take a look."

"Oh? What are you still not sure about? This kind of thing is rare."

When Qian Fang heard it, his eyes just stared, and he said, "What are you talking about? I haven't punched enough in these years? What's the matter, are you still presumptuous to ask you to appraise something?"

Zhao Benhua laughed wryly when he heard this, spread his hands and said, "You know that's not what I mean, forget it, there's no point in arguing with you about it, show me something."

Qian Fang's frowning face immediately turned into a flower again, he handed over the wrench in his hand, walked into the pavilion and sat down, and said, "Fang Ming, you come in, you are welcome, the tea here is still good Yes, if you don’t drink, you don’t drink.”

Zhao Benhua shook his head, simply ignored the money, and looked at the wrench in his hand.

"This is Zhong Qing, and he is also one of the rich men in our city. He is in real estate."

Zhuang Jie was very familiar with the other old man in the pavilion, so he immediately introduced him to Fang Ming and Zhou Yafang.

After greeting each other softly, everyone sat quietly, worried about disturbing Zhao Benhua.

Fang Ming looked at Zhao Benhua, and he found that just like Qian Fang before, his face was calm at the beginning, but gradually became serious, and in the end he even opened a special one in the store that could emit snow-like The general white light looked carefully.

"Old man Zhao, what's the matter with this thing? Don't pretend to be so mysterious."

With a "bang" sound, he put the teacup in his hand on the table, impatient Qian Zhan said loudly, Zhao Benhua looked at it for half an hour, and picked up the magnifying glass from time to time to look at all the parts carefully.

Turning off the light with a "snap", Zhao Benhua looked at Qian Fang and said with a headache, "I said old man Qian, can't you be more careful? That's a rabbit!"

Rabbit Haozhan is one of the most representative porcelains of Jian Kiln, one of the famous porcelain kilns. It is named for the uniform and fine veins formed in the black glaze that look like rabbit hair.Cai Xiang of the Northern Song Dynasty said in "Tea Records": "The color of tea is white, and it is suitable for black cups. The ones made in Jian'an are black and black, like rabbit hairs, and the billets are slightly thick... It is hot and cold, and it is the most appropriate. It's not as good as it is."

"Hmph! This kind of thing is rare in other places. You, old man Zhao, have collected twelve pairs here. Now these are just blue rabbit hairs. If you take out silver rabbit hairs, I will naturally be careful."

Qian Fang obviously didn't appreciate it, Zhao Benhua could only shake his head and smile wryly towards his old friend.

"The rabbit hairs are divided into 'silver rabbit hairs', 'gold rabbit hairs' and 'blue rabbit hairs', among which the 'silver rabbit hairs' is the most valuable."

Zhou Yafang knew that Fang Ming didn't know this, so she lowered her voice and introduced briefly, but she was also secretly surprised. It is not surprising that collectors like Zhao Benhua have rabbit hair lamps, but there are twelve pairs, especially those with "silver lamps". Rabbit hair" That's surprising.

The glaze of the silver rabbit hair is as black as lacquer, crystal and moist as jade, and the veins covered with silvery white, especially when used to make tea, it shines like the hair of the jade rabbit, and it floats in the water. The kind of luminescence is absolutely amazing how there is such a treasure in the world.

Of course, such things are rare in the world. Although Zhou Yafang was a monk, she only saw such things a few years ago, but she never thought that Zhao Benhua also had a collection.

"Old Zhao, how about this finger pull?"

Although Fang Ming was also very curious about Tuhaozhan, what he was most concerned about right now was the finger wrench in Zhao Benhua's hand. Hearing what Fang Ming said, everyone also looked at Zhao Benhua in unison!
(End of this chapter)