Chapter 182 The First Person in Modern Ceramics
"Young man, you offer this price, do you mean that these silver dollars are fake?"
Next to Chu Ziqiang, an old lady carrying a basket of vegetables asked.
"Ding~" sound.
The sound of metal blades hitting the ground came from the air.
"Boss, sit down first, I'll give you 600."
Before the stall owner could speak, Zhang Yang made a 666 gesture to him.
If he was a little later, he would be driven away by him like the old man just now.
Hearing Zhang Yang's words, the stall owner sat down on the stool again, picked up the thermos cup next to him, drank a mouthful of tea, and then said slowly:
"I won't sell it for 600, the starting price of the silver dollars on my stall is 1,300."
"The few pieces in front of you two are all."
1,300? Isn't that selling it at the reference price of the market?
Zhang Yang suddenly felt that there was no point in picking up a bargain.
At this moment, Chu Ziqiang's excited voice suddenly came to his ears: "1,300? Deal!"
"Oh my God! Young man, you want to buy a common version of the one-yuan Yuan Datou for 1,300 yuan?" The old lady just now spoke again: "Are you a little stupid?"
"I want to know the answer to this question too."
"Hahaha." Zhang Yang smiled and looked at Chu Ziqiang with a black face.
"Superficial!" Chu Ziqiang scanned the code to pay without any interference, and smiled crookedly: "Wait, you will be blinded by my tricks."
"Okay, okay, I will definitely not blink." Zhang Yang smiled and nodded repeatedly.
In addition to bulk silver dollars, there are also exquisite packaging on the stalls.
Among them, those silver dollars with ratings may be the antiques with the highest authenticity rate in the entire Pan Jiayuan.
Chu Ziqiang only bought those with high ratings, and in a short while, he spent more than 40,000 yuan.
After putting a [Eight-year One Yuan] worth 3,500 yuan in his pocket, he finally stopped.
"Does your family have elders who like to collect ancient coins?" Zhang Yang asked curiously.
"No." Chu Ziqiang smiled crookedly again: "These are all the bargains we picked up today."
"Five hundred yuan, I should have made a lot of money buying these."
Zhang Yang understood what he meant in a second and nodded with a smile.
This little Chu is a very nice person!
Zhang Yang felt that if he didn't really pick up some bargains now, he would be a little sorry for coming here today.
He took the initiative to suggest going to the porcelain stall.
Zhang Yang had also heard the story of Master Ma. In Pan Jiayuan, porcelain is always the most likely place to have a bargain.
After spending an hour, he finally locked on the target.
In a boutique porcelain shop with a storefront, there is a porcelain panel painting in a wooden frame.
The theme of the painting is "Magu Offering Longevity".
On the porcelain panel with a white background, a fairy holding a fairy peach and a wine pot is painted with colored glaze.
The signature is: Wang Qi, Zhushan Eight Friends.
The item information shows, "Production time: 1915".
This shows that this thing is undoubtedly a genuine masterpiece by Wang Qi, a famous modern porcelain painter.
Zhang Yang actually didn't remember that this person was a famous artist, but he was impressed by the four words "Eight Friends of Zhushan".
Because there are a total of ten people in the Eight Friends of Zhushan.
Zhang Yang checked the information and was surprised to find that:
These ten people are all on the latest "List of Famous Artists Whose Ceramics Works Are Restricted from Exporting after 1911" released in May.
And Wang Qi is the highest level in the list, and all his works are not allowed to leave the country.
He is treated the same as Qi Baishi, Zhang Daqian and others in the field of calligraphy and painting, and is considered an officially certified porcelain painter.
"This painting of Magu offering longevity is not bad."
Zhang Yang stood in front of the porcelain plate painting and exclaimed loudly.
If the store owner had a little bit of insight, he should come over and talk to him at this time.
But what Zhang Yang waited for was another old man wearing a little red hat.
I don’t know how many tourists from the Sunset Red Tour Group came to the market. Anyway, now, even Little Red Riding Hood’s grandmother would be confused: When did her granddaughter learn to clone herself?
After Zhang Yang spoke, the old man said, “Tsk”, and then shouted loudly:
“Where is the boss? I want this “Magu Offering Longevity”!”
What is it?
Zhang Yang turned his head and happened to meet the old man’s eyes.
The other party was looking at him with a smile.
“Uncle, I came first.”
Zhang Yang pointed to where he was standing, right in front of the porcelain painting.
“I want to buy this painting too.”
“Don’t be in a hurry, young man, let’s ask the price first.” The old man smiled and replied.
Soon, the shopkeeper came over.
He was a middle-aged man, a little fat, chubby, and his eyes kept looking at Zhang Yang and the old man, very shrewd.
Hearing that the old man wanted to buy it, the shopkeeper gave a price of 300,000.
This was the market price a few years ago, which was reasonable.
However, if the "Restricted Exit List" is fully implemented, this amount of money should be enough to raise the sign three times in the auction.
Zhang Yang didn't say anything, crossed his arms, and wanted to see how the old man would bargain.
The old man was silent for a while, and replied:
"290,000, how about it?"
The shopkeeper's face was full of joy, nodded, and the word "deal" was already on his lips.
This is the first time Zhang Yang has seen such bargaining.
There is no pulling at all, highlighting a sincerity.
Zhang Yang couldn't watch millions of dollars slip away from his eyes, so he quickly interrupted:
"Uncle, I came here first, should I bargain first?"
"And I think the price of 300,000 is pretty good, I will buy it at this price."
"Young man, you don't want to bargain?" The shopkeeper smiled even brighter: "Then I will..."
As he said that, he was about to shake hands with Zhang Yang.
But he was stopped by the old man.
"Wait, he just doesn't want to bargain, I can raise the price."
The old man looked at Zhang Yang with burning eyes, and his eyes gradually narrowed.
Zhang Yang was of course not panicked, he smiled easily.
This old man is an expert, he should have recognized that this is Wang Qi's authentic work, and he also knows the value behind it.
But Zhang Yang's confidence comes from the fact that he not only has the capital, but also the organizer of the auction.
For this porcelain painting board, his psychological reserve price must be higher than that of ordinary people, because he does not have to pay the auction handling fee.
Zhang Yang and the shopkeeper were waiting for the old man's offer, but the other party suddenly said:
"You are the young curator of Hailin Museum, the one who organizes the auction?"
"Then I won't argue with you, my arm can't twist my thigh."
That's it? Zhang Yang was very surprised by the old man's words.
He didn't think it was strange that he was famous.
Maybe the old man had seen the promotional video he bought on Douyin.
What surprised him was: Can you use facial recognition to buy something worth millions of dollars?
No one argued, Zhang Yang shook hands with the store owner and was ready to pay for the goods.
During this period, the old man did not leave and watched from a distance.
After Zhang Yang paid the money and the deal was done, the old man suddenly came up and said to the store owner:
"You are so stupid, I have hinted to you, but you still don't understand."
"This is the curator of a private museum. He can buy your things for 300,000, which means they are authentic!"
"Yes, that's it. I originally sold them at the price of authentic ones." The store owner shrugged indifferently.
"Bullshit!" The old man took out his mobile phone, pointed at the screen and said: "Wang Qi, all works are prohibited from leaving the country, starting from May 5 this year."
"He will soon be officially certified as the [First Person in Modern Ceramics]. The price of this work, at least add another zero at the end!"