Stylistic road

Enter the main backyard. This is a large hall with a wide depth.

There are already a dozen people in the house.An empty table of the Eight Immortals was placed in the middle of the house, and the overhead lamp shone on the table.

Everyone sat in a master chair, and everyone sat in a circle. There was a coffee table between every two chairs, and there was a special staff to pour tea. The furniture was a complete set, like participating in a martial arts conference.

"Lao Jin!, Jin Lao!, Mr. Jin!" Lao Jin led Chen Mingliang in, and everyone in the house greeted him.

Chen Mingliang looked around and didn't know him, but knew that they should be gathering for one thing.

"This is Xiao Chen. You should have seen it on TV. Old Cao's student, my little friend, brought him over to meet the world today."

Everyone knows Chen Mingliang, but it's not a business.

A middle-aged man with the appearance of a successful businessman greeted him on the initiative, “It turns out that Mr. Chen, the Olympic champion, also likes to collect antiques. Let’s discuss it today.”

Only then did Chen Mingliang know that it turned out to be a gathering of antiques, and Lao Jin was still covering it up, so it's hardly possible that there is something tricky.

Chen Mingliang is still good at speaking in scenes. After all, he has experienced a lot, and Luoquan talks with his mouth open.

"You are all big guys in the circle. I just came in after school to see the excitement. Thanks to Old Brother Jin for taking me into the industry, I also ask experts to teach me this elementary student."

Everyone is very satisfied with Chen Mingliang's low-key and humble attitude. They dare not advise, and welcome is true.

Because it was a private party, the host was still waiting for the guests and no one hosted the scene.After a few words of greeting, suddenly no one spoke, and suddenly he seemed so quiet.

It was another middle-aged man who broke the silence and said, "Old Sun! Your dog barked so fiercely just now, it doesn't work how to appease it, why would it stop barking."

Lao Sun came in from the yard, glanced at Chen Mingliang, smiled bitterly, and said nothing.

Lao Jin couldn't help crying.

"You don’t know anymore. The ancient God of War came down, and all the beasts in the world avoided change. My little brother is the rebirth of the ancient God of War. So don’t talk about his two dogs, even if he gets a lion now, it won’t Dare to gnaw."

real or fake.

Lao Sun said, "It's true. Who said that Tibetan mastiffs are so ferocious? I was scared to pee just now. Fortunately, I spent more than one million on raising them."

Everyone echoed a few sentences in surprise, and then went to the topic.

The host is the homeowner's grandson.

"Everyone is an old friend or friend of an old friend, no outsiders. Today, we gather together, mainly to exchange collection experience and exchange ideas. I also have some friends who have commissioned them to seek shipments. The price is dead. Yes, the higher the price, you are all experts, you should be able to distinguish the authenticity, we only pay the price today, we do not distinguish the authenticity, my grandson has already seen the issue of authenticity, I will guarantee for everyone."

Is this to open the collection copy?.

It turns out that today is a private gathering of collectibles, and some people outside the circle want to entrust the owner to sell or buy them on behalf of the owner. There are basically no fakes, and the value is appropriate. It can be exchanged for what is needed. For scarce items, it is equivalent to a small Private auction.

Lao Jin is not good at writing, he is of average character, and he is good at recognizing antiques.After all, my ancestors used to be lavish, I have seen these since I was a child, and I am naturally familiar with them. Many things, I know at a glance whether they are true.

Everyone just drank tea casually, very comfortable.

Chen Mingliang is Xiao Mengxin. He doesn't know anyone except Lao Jin, so he can only drink two sips.

Lao Jin also didn't tell him what his purpose was, what he wanted to do.

The fair began, and the owner asked the owner to take out the first item from the inside, which was a porcelain bottle.

"This is a blue and white vase with a cloud and dragon pattern during the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty. The official kiln has an orderly heritage and looks perfect. In fact, there are flaws and traces of repairs on the bottle mouth. But the owner didn't say it when I asked it. I saw it when I checked it. The owner said that the reserve price is 100,000, and friends who like it can stretch out their hands, but I don’t recommend starting, after all, it is incomplete, but not very incomplete.

Chen Mingliang looked very curious, is this an underground auction, or is it just an exchange, saying anything.

Everyone looked at each other and didn't speak. If it is intact, this item can be worth 300,000, but if it is repaired, the market value of 50,000 is more appropriate.

After a long silence, Lao Sun wanted to let it go, but there was still someone gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand.

At this time, no one was arguing with him. He gave in and gave in.

This thing belongs to him.

Chen Mingliang didn't understand.

Old Jin lowered his voice: "Didn't you understand?"

"Yes." Chen Mingliang was indeed confused.

"You don't need to understand. The products here are all genuine products. They have legal origins and can be bought and sold directly. Generally, no one is driving up prices, but it is impossible to find out."

"I wonder if your newly bought courtyard house is almost complete. There may be some furniture screens and the like for sale later. You can start a little bit, just stretch your fist and finger directly without talking. It's very simple. It's not that mysterious. People understand what you mean, it’s really not good. Just say how much money is. It’s a bit vulgar when talking about money, but if it’s vulgar, don’t charge money.” Lao Jin’s words reveal the essence.

"So that's the case. Just now this bottle meant that the reserve price was sold."

"Yes, if you can't buy 200,000 intact, but it's missing, it depends on personal preference." Lao Jin also agreed with Lao Sun's point of view.

After several collections passed by, Chen Mingliang did not understand, ignorant, and wanted to buy, but he was afraid of being rejected.

Finally, the furniture still appeared, and it was a treasure.

Lao Sun took out two Huanghuali official hat chairs in one breath.

The specific owners of these two chairs are unknown, but they are exquisitely crafted and styled in the mid-Ming Dynasty. One of the chairs has a leg repaired, and it is also repaired by Huanghuali using old materials.

Now the two chairs are sold together, and the reserve price is only 150,000.

Chen Mingliang was puzzled. Didn't it mean that Huanghuali is very expensive? Didn't it mean how much it costs per catty? How could these two chairs not be light? Only 150,000 for such a historical thing.

Chen Mingliang followed the example of others, and also stretched out two fingers, 200,000 yuan, a deal!

In fact, not many collectors really like to collect furniture. Except for Mr. Ma, the owner of the Guanfu Museum, others either collect calligraphy and painting, or collect porcelain and jade.

There will be no other gains in the evening, but it would be nice to be able to harvest two chairs. Chen Mingliang also made an appointment with you about old things, preferably furniture, etc. I charge, and you can open the price as you like.

Before leaving, the two Tibetan mastiffs didn't slow down, and the owner said, these two things are finished, someday they will be stewed.

Chen Mingliang also replied, I am good at craftsmanship.

Chen Mingliang really wants to buy furniture, so he bought a courtyard house.