Chapter 136 We Are Collecting Auction Items, Not Selling Stolen Goods

How come I am a master treasure appraiser and become a consultant for a handicraft group?

However, the consulting fee was still quite high. Before Zhang Yang started reading, Chen Yanguang gave him a five-W gift.

"Your Majesty, you're welcome. We two brothers talk about money in a vulgar way."

"Didn't your dad beat you, freeze your card, and lock you in the room last time?"

[You can’t stop the anchor with gifts]

[Can you check the legs first?]

[To be honest, this treasure appraisal is a bit marginal, but I like it]

[It is recommended to increase efforts]

The pig guys doing the barrage are really fun to watch, and the scenery is indeed pretty good.

However, Zhang Yang is not a leg control, so he left a little time for his treasure friends to appreciate, and immediately started to say the identification words:

"First of all, there is nothing wrong with the blue and white hair color, but there is something wrong with your painting. The dragon is too vivid."

"The cloud and dragon patterns of the Qianlong period, the dragon head, especially the eyeballs, are very silly, like a fool."

"Secondly, the bottom is too clean. It has been more than two hundred years since the Qianlong reign. Even if the inheritance is orderly in the Forbidden City, dirt will get into the bottom tire."

"The last one is your model, the Zhiyuantang model. Your current imitation level is a little bit beyond that. I suggest you change it to the ordinary model [made in the Qianlong year of the Qing Dynasty]."

[Anchors are so professional when it comes to fraud]

【What are you talking about? Someone is really looking at the porcelain]

[Why are you doing the appraisal so quickly?]

"Okay, thank you, consultant."

The saleswoman said as she put away the blue and white plate and prepared to change it to the next one.

Zhang Yang called out to her.

"Wait a minute, let's show it to the viewers in our live broadcast room."

"I don't want you to see the legs! I want you to see how high-quality imitations of porcelain and porcelain from the third generation of the Qing Dynasty were."

"Lest you be cut off."

The blue and white porcelain plate brought by Chen Yanguang's team is the best modern imitation of Qianlong blue and white that Zhang Yang has seen during his live broadcast.

The top brother on the list said before that he went to Jingdi Town to recruit many masters, but now it seems that he was not joking.

They are really on their way to becoming a counterfeit tycoon.

"Okay, everyone, have you finished reading?"

"Sister, let's not look at the next thing for now. Let's talk about other things in private."

Zhang Yang feels that if he keeps watching, given Douyin's tolerance for borderline comments, it will only be a matter of time before the live broadcast room is blocked.

"Okay, thank you, consultant."

The employees of Bangda Ge's team were very polite. After saying hello, they waited for Zhang Yang to take the initiative to disconnect the microphone.

…

【Is this the end? 】

[The anchor is tough when he lifts his pants]

[Master Zhang, why don’t you ask for anal lift? You’re so bad]

[Ooooooo, I want to see the legs]

"It's still in the leg, it's still in the leg. Can you give your new treasure friend a little respect?"

"Come on, dear friend, what do you want to identify?"

"Teacher, I have an official hat handed down from my ancestors."

Baoyou took out a red-topped hat, the same as that worn by ministers and eunuchs in all Qing palace dramas.

This is the first time Zhang Yang has seen such a thing. The brim of the hat is turned upward, which is a "warm hat" in official hats.

"Friend Bao, is this inherited from your ancestors?"

"yes."

Baoyou answered quickly, and at the same time zoomed in on the bead on the top of the hat, which was about the same size as a cherry tomato.

"Teacher, is this coral?"

"It looks like coral and is in good condition."

Zhang Yang took a closer look and saw that the hat was from the Guangxu period and was very recent. No wonder it was so well preserved.

It's a pity that the coral on Baoyou's hat is pink, not the top red.

Maybe it was because the country was too weak at the time of Guangxu, so the red corals of the second-rank officials were not enough?

"Teacher, is this thing of mine real?" Baoyou didn't seem very reassured and asked again.

[If you can only jump after wearing it, it’s true]

[The thing picked off the zombie’s head must be real]

[I can’t figure out how to preserve it. Isn’t coral very valuable?]

[The second grade is the least valuable, the first grade is ruby, and the third grade is sapphire]

[After Yongzheng, it seems that coral is no longer needed]

A conspicuous barrage reminded Zhang Yang.

"After Yongzheng, the top bead of official hats was no longer made of coral?"

Zhang Yang almost ignored this important knowledge point.

Yongzheng was a very critical time point in identifying items from the Qing government.

For example, the beads on official hats have all been made of glass since the Yongzheng period in order to save costs.

With such doubts, Zhang Yang asked Baoyou to pick up the hat and look at it again.

At this glance, I really saw the problem.

The seat under the coral looks new at first glance.

"Is this really passed down from your ancestors?" Zhang Yang said again: "If you want to say it's passed down from your ancestors, then I won't read it."

"Actually, it was passed down to me by my father." Baoyou told the truth: "Is this considered an ancestral inheritance?"

"Awesome, you redefined ancestral tradition."

Zhang Yang made several big ellipses above his head.

"There's nothing wrong with your hat. It's from the Guangxu period."

"But there's something wrong with the beads on the top. They should be from later ones, the kind of pink coral that costs tens of dollars a gram."

"So this hat is most likely not the official hat of a second-grade official."

"How about the price of something like this?" Baoyou's tone was a little weak.

He must know something, but he doesn't want to say it.

"It is recommended to dismantle and sell them, corals for corals and hats for hats." Zhang Yang analyzed it for him: "Antiques are worn in a pretentious way, so the value will only be low or not high."

"Is this kind of hat valuable?" Baoyou continued to ask.

There is no need to estimate the coral. Take it to a serious store, determine the quality, and then sell it based on the size.

As for the official title that lacked support, Zhang Yang looked at it and found that there was really no market price for reference.

Generally, "official subsidies" sell more.

Something like this that has no market price is either rare or worthless.

This kind of hat, which every eunuch in the Qing palace had in hand, is obviously not a rare thing.

"It's worthless without beads. If you want to sell it, try to find the original beads. If it's really a high-grade official hat and there's a story behind it, the value will be much higher."

"Okay, I'll give it a try." Baoyou said expectantly.

…

After the live broadcast ended, Zhang Yang and Xiao Tang finished discussing the selection of candidates for the new round of criminal officials and drove directly back to the Hailin Museum.

Along the way, the staff in the event organizing committee responsible for registering potential auction items kept sending messages to Zhang Yang.

Master Wang went out to visit friends. In fact, the librarian He, who was over fifty years old and steady, was helping to watch the scene.

He sent Zhang Yang four pictures in a row, all of which were of the same utensil.

It was a gold cup inlaid with many pearls and precious stones.

Although the pixels are not high, you can still feel the nobility through the pictures.

Even if it is an imitation, it is still an imperial weapon.

When Zhang Yang walked to the entrance of the museum, the anxious Librarian He called him.

"Deputy Director, this collector wants to sell this gold cup to our museum."

"Okay, hold him steady first, I'm already at the door."

Zhang Yang hurried to the reception room.

As soon as he entered the door, he immediately saw the shining golden cup on the table.

"Good guy, did you rob some emperor's tomb?" Zhang Yang murmured to himself.

Librarian He stood up to greet him and introduced the seller who was sitting on the sofa and staring at Zhang Yang.

"This is Mr. Xu, our local private collector."

"Mr. Xu, this is Director Zhang of our museum."

"Hello, curator." The middle-aged man named Xu stood up and said with a grin.

When Zhang Yang shook hands with him, he noticed that the man's hands were covered with calluses, and there were sunburn marks on the back of his hands and arms.

"Mr. Xu, are you working at a construction site?" Zhang Yang asked directly about the other person's background.

The man was stunned, blinked, and did not answer. Instead, he pointed to the golden cup on the table and said:

"Mr. Curator, please take a look at this thing first and see what price you can offer."

"If we can't come up with the right price, we don't have to talk."

"Okay." Zhang Yang nodded with a smile and asked Librarian He on the side: "Have you asked the teacher outside to take a look at this gold cup?"

The teachers Zhang Yang was talking about were the researchers from the Yangcheng Museum who participated in the audition.

If they have already seen it and are past generations, then they should pay more attention to what they say next.

Librarian He nodded.

"I've seen it. I asked Teacher Qiao to help me see it." The collector took the initiative to introduce: "This is a royal gold cup from the late Ming Dynasty."

"It is inlaid with seven pearls, five rubies and... nine sapphires."

"The inlay craftsmanship of gemstones... is exquisite and is a typical goldware of the Ming Dynasty..."

"By the way, this is passed down from my ancestors, and our folks over there can all prove it."

When the collector said this, he secretly glanced at the palm of his hand several times, obviously looking at the "cheat sheet".

Very well prepared.

"It's not a big problem. Teacher Qiao's vision is correct."

Zhang Yang said this while looking at the "production date: 1646" on the gold cup.

This was the third year of Shunzhi in the Qing Dynasty, or the second year of Longwu in the Ming Dynasty.

There's nothing wrong with the craftsmanship, just the timing.

However, considering that at the end of the Ming Dynasty and the beginning of the Qing Dynasty, the royal family of the Ming Dynasty took the initiative or was forced to take action.

In these small courts, there were craftsmen from the Ming Dynasty who used the previous techniques to cast gold cups. It is not too difficult to understand.

Now that the stuff is right, the next thing Zhang Yang considers is the source.

"Is this Baoyou the only thing passed down from our ancestors?" Zhang Yang asked curiously.

"That's it." The middle-aged man named Xu quickly replied.

"Don't worry, think about it again."

"For such an orphan item, I can only offer you two hundred thousand." Zhang Yang stretched out two fingers of his left hand.

"But according to my understanding, this kind of thing is usually a gold wine pot with four gold wine glasses."

"Together, I can produce..."

Zhang Yang also stretched out the five fingers of his right hand: "Two and a half million."

This price is somewhat nonsense.

But the collector looked at Zhang Yang's gesture and swallowed involuntarily.

Seeing the other party's little move, Zhang Yang thought to himself: There's something going on, this brother must be from Xiling.

Even if there isn't one set, there's definitely more than one.

He quickly continued the temptation: "Two million and a half million, six thousand a month, it will take fifty years to save even if you don't eat or drink!"

This time, Baoyou stopped swallowing and gritted his teeth instead, moving his cheeks.

He hesitated for a while and then asked aloud: "If there is no golden pot and only four wine glasses, how much will it cost?"

"Wait a minute, let me evaluate it."

In order to appear genuine, Zhang Yang decided to pretend to think about it.

He opened his phone, intending to flip through it casually, and then quoted a price of two million.

At this time, he suddenly saw that Captain Liu had sent him several private messages.

"Master Zhang, can you use the relationship of Hailin Museum to help ask?"

"Recently, I saw someone selling gold cups and gold pots. Please notify us."

"It should be pure gold from the late Ming and early Qing dynasties, inlaid with many precious gems. The person who holds the treasure is probably in his forties and speaks with a strong Linhai local accent."

At this time, the collector named Xu asked Zhang Yang:

"Director, have you seen it? I'm in a hurry to sell it."

"Anxious, how urgent? Are you in a hurry to sell it and then run away?"