Chapter Seventy-Eight [Crash? 】

Liao Zhuofan frowned, and the appraiser noticed this scene and directly introduced: "In the Goryeo era, celadon represented the magnificence of aristocratic culture, while white porcelain indirectly showed the two classes of ministers, spotless and frugal and simple living habits. Most of them are painted with dragons, peonies, pine trees, plum blossoms, cranes, and other four objects. ”

"The object shown by Mr. Li is a white porcelain vase with a white crane depicted, which is determined to have been produced in the Duanzong period. The price of white porcelain is low, and Mr. Li shows that it is Korean white porcelain, and no one in China is keen to collect Korean ceramics, so the price is not high. ”

"If you can, it's better to go to South Korea for auction." Finally, the appraiser said.

Hearing this news, Fu Chen was still a little depressed.

He is really a little troublesome, the thing is a good thing, but unfortunately, it can't be sold in Singapore, and even if it is sold, the price does not know how low it is. If it's not worth it, just fall it. Now it's sure it's worth it, but he won't get the money for a while, and he has to travel thousands of miles to the country of sticks, which is really a bad scenery.

"We at Sands can help contact our Korean counterparts, if it's too troublesome, I'll buy it, and Mr. Li can rest assured." Observing his words and looks, seeing that his face was impatient, Liao Zhuofan's mind was racing, and he immediately understood what he was thinking, and said out loud.

"Don't rush yet." Fu Chen was noncommittal, pointed to the second antique, and asked, "What about this one?" "There are four antiques in total, and now the first one has just been released, and there are three more, what's the hurry.

Today is off to a good start, although the flowers bloom in the wall and the fragrance outside the wall, and the red goes abroad, but at least it is a good omen, and the next thing should not disappoint him.

This one is a landscape painting, and it should be worth a lot of money.

"Manager Liao, this ......" The second appraiser, looking at Liao Zhuofan's embarrassed face, glanced at Fu Chen next to him, his face was strange.

"What's wrong? Something to say. Liao Zhuofan immediately noticed the strangeness, glanced at Fu Chen quietly, stared at the appraiser and asked in a deep voice.

"It's a fake." The appraiser's voice was a little empty.

It's normal for antiques to have fakes, and everyone has a time to look away. It is important to note that if the customer does not know that it is a fake, it means that he has been deceived, and if the customer knows that it is a fake, he still comes to the auction company to sell it, and his heart is clear.

Fu Chen's face was calm, his eyebrows raised, and he looked at the appraiser.

Seeing this, Liao Zhuofan frequently winked and said, "Mr. Li may have been deceived?" Xiao Feng, what's going on with this painting and calligraphy? You make it clear. ”

The appraiser glanced at the two of them, his eyes fell on Fu Chen, and he looked at him several times before he spoke: "This painting is Shen Shilu's "Autumn River Appreciation Picture". Shen Shilu, a native of the Ming Qizhen period. Landscape figures, like Tang Yin. He is the author of "Notes on Yan Tian Zhai". ”

While explaining, he clicked on the picture on the tablet, handed it over, and said: "This is the "Autumn River Appreciation Picture" taken by Poly Xiamen, the transaction price is 943,000, and the time is May 2, two months ago. ”

When the appraiser said this, the others understood why his face was so strange. The things that have been auctioned off, according to the strength of Poly Xiamen, are difficult to look at, of course, they are genuine. Obviously, what is now on the table is, of course, a fake.

After hearing this, Fu Chen knew that something was wrong, this thing belonged to Gu Xianming, if Gu Xianming didn't collect fakes, then it would naturally be a crash now.

It wasn't Ghost Li who met Li Kui, but the car crashed, and the two things in time and space met together. But he knew about it, but others didn't know about it, so he naturally mistakenly thought it was a fake. Well-meaning people think that he has also been deceived, but malicious speculation is much more ugly.

"Mr. Li's "Autumn River Appreciation Picture" is of better quality, the original old mounted scroll, the quality is dilapidated, and our company is really not good at valuing." The appraiser carefully glanced at Fu Chen's face, and finally said.

Fu Chen looked at the tablet in his hand, on which was the item auctioned by Poly Xiamen, which was exactly the same as what he was holding, but his things were more intact, and there were no creases and chips from water stains, which really looked like a high-quality fake.

The auction information is complete and detailed, and it can be seen that it does not look like a fake, confirming that the appraiser is not lying.

"Forget it." He smiled regretfully, didn't lose much, put down the tablet, walked over directly, and brought the fake "Autumn River Appreciation Picture" over.

Gold naturally won't crash, only antiques can, this experience told Fu Chen that if you want to make more money, you still have to start with gold, if it's still an antique, there will be a second crash if there is a first crash.

If there is no better way, either it will take time to sift through them one by one, or this path will have to be abandoned.

"Actually, Mr. Li doesn't have to worry, even if it is a fake, this fake is of better quality and can definitely be auctioned off." Seeing that the appraiser couldn't speak, Liao Zhuofan immediately comforted him.

One joy and one sorrow, it's really a big ups and downs.

Fu Chen heard that this was a pretext, since it was a fake, where was there an auction company willing to take over. He took it back directly, lacking interest, and said casually: "I don't know much about antiques, I'm sorry." Appraiser, please take a look at the next one. ”

"Okay." Liao Zhuofan nodded and motioned to continue.

Next, the third appraiser came on the field, and after the above two diametrically opposed developments, the appraiser was much more cautious, and after repeated appraisals, he pondered for a long time before he said.

"This is a wall clock from the time of Tsarist Russia, and the Russian imprint engraved on it should be from the time of Empress Catherine. Although it is very old, more than 200 years old, and slightly well preserved, wall clocks are not in the mainstream antiques range, and the collection is relatively niche. ”

Several people heard the words and behaved differently. The appraiser said it tactfully, but everyone here is a human spirit, how could they not understand its meaning.

Fu Chen felt a little lost in his heart, it seemed that the road of antiques was more difficult to walk, and so far, he had not sold a single thing. If he doesn't gain anything, his trip will be tantamount to the destruction of the whole army.

The appraiser looked at his face and said euphemistically: "This Russian-style wall clock, placed in Singapore, may not be expensive." If there is a powerful auction house in Russia or Europe to auction on your behalf, and there are people who like it, maybe the price will be a little higher. ”

The meaning of this sentence is vague, but everyone knows what it means, if you want to get a high price, you must go to Russia and Europe, you must also have a strong auction house, and finally, there must be someone who is particularly fond of this wall clock. It's too difficult to meet all three conditions at the same time.

"Just tell me, how much is your company valued?" Seeing this scene, Fu Chen frowned and asked Liao Zhuofan directly.

"Our company is valued at 200,000 yuan, which can be auctioned on behalf of us." Seeing Liao Zhuofan glaring at him, the appraiser finally said.

Fu Chen was a little disappointed, the first North Korean white porcelain was valued at 8 million, although the price was okay, but there was no domestic market. The second Shen Shilu calligraphy and painting, the auction price was 940,000 yuan, but unfortunately it crashed. The third Russian wall clock is very old, but it is useless.

His previous faint expectation gradually disappeared, but on the surface, he was still calm, and asked with a smile, "What about the last one?" ”

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