Shenhao Starts With Antique Treasure Appraisal

Xinglong Street is divided into the South District and the North District. The South District is the flower, bird, fish and insect market, and the North District is the antique market.

Li Tianming passed through the South District and went directly to the antique market.

Since it was a working day, there were not many people in the antique market.

There are some vendors on both sides of the road, with a dazzling array of utensils on display, which makes people dazzled.

All kinds of porcelain, pottery, ancient coins, wooden ornaments, etc. are available.

Now Li Tianming has a strong ability to identify antiques, and he sweeps away most of the things on the stalls.

In the so-called antique market, there are many fakes and few real ones. Choosing the right ones depends entirely on your eyesight.

As the saying goes, most people who drown are those who know how to swim.

The same is true for antiques. Antique profiteers deceive those who have only half-understanding of antiques.

Even though Li Tianming is already an expert, when he sees certain artifacts, he has to carefully screen them before he can determine whether they are genuine or not.

After wandering around outside for nearly an hour, Li Tianming was a little disappointed.

Those who can afford it are all fakes. There are real things, but the vendors charge "sky-high" prices, all in units of "ten thousand".

And Li Tianming's total property is only 853 yuan.

With this little money, Li Tianming didn't dare to go into the store to take a look.

The shops in the antique market are different from the stalls. You can indeed find genuine goods, but the shopkeepers usually have real knowledge and rarely have the opportunity to miss something.

It is really not easy to make big money. Li Tianming lost confidence and stood on the street smoking.

After burning out a cigarette, Li Tianming was about to return to the hospital when he heard a noise not far away.

"Go, go, go! What a piece of crap, you still want to sell it for a high price, go back and have your big dreams of spring and autumn!"

Li Tianming turned around and saw a man who had just been kicked out by the owner of a shop.

The man was in his thirties, unkempt, and his clothes were a little ragged. He was holding a cloth bag in his arms, and he didn't know what was inside.

Li Tianming's heart moved and he wanted to try his luck.

Li Tianming waved to the man. When the man saw it, he hesitated and walked over.

"What do you call it?" Li Tianming handed over a cigarette.

The man took the cigarette, lit it with Li Tianming's lighter, and said, "My surname is Zhao, and my name is Er Shunzi. You can call me Er Shunzi."

"Brother Ershunzi, are you here to sell something?"

Hearing Li Tianming's words, Zhao Ershunzi tightly covered the bag in his arms and said, "What do you want to do?"

"Let me take a look. If the price is right, I'll buy it."

Zhao Ershunzi looked at Li Tianming: "How much can you pay?"

Li Tianming smiled: "I haven't seen anything yet, how do I know how much it's worth? If you don't believe me, I'll leave."

With that said, Li Tianming turned around and left.

"Hey, don't leave." Zhao Ershunzi took Li Tianming's arm and said, "Let's find a place where no one is around."

The two of them arrived at a corner of the street, and there was no one around.

Zhao Ershunzi carefully opened the cloth bag. Inside was a book titled "Mu Zhai Poetry Copy".

Copy of Mu Zhai's poems? The name of Qian Qianyi, a great writer in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties, immediately came to Li Tianming's mind.

Immediately afterwards, many methods and methods for authenticating ancient books poured out like spring water.

Li Tianming opened a few pages and found that it was a handwritten book.

Li Tianming quickly made a preliminary judgment based on the cover, paper, binding method, ink marks, and the seal on the last page.

It’s Qian Qianyi’s authentic handwriting!

Li Tianming tried his best to conceal his inner excitement and asked calmly: "Brother Er Shunzi, where did this book come from?"

"Picked it up, picked it up!"

Picked it up? Li Tianming glanced at Zhao Ershunzi suspiciously.

"Are you going to buy it or not!?" Zhao Ershunzi had a guilty look on his face.

Li Tianming waved his hand, thinking that it didn't matter where he got it, as long as it was valuable.

Li Tianming secretly summoned the All Things Appraisal System and began to appraise this ancient book.

As the reading ends, the ancient book identification results interface appears.

[Item name]: Handwritten copy of "Muzhai Poems"

[Item value]: higher

[Purchase price]: 650.00 yuan

[Sold price]: 6,000,000.00 yuan

When Li Tianming saw the "sold price", his heart almost jumped out of his throat.

He tried his best to calm down, and after carefully counting the digits before the decimal point, he determined that it was six million!

However, the acquisition value is only 650 yuan, which is completely within the acceptable range of Li Tianming. This is simply a big omission!

However, can this ancient book be taken away from Zhao Ershunzi with such a small amount of money? Li Tianming is really worried.

"What's going on? Do you want it?" Zhao Ershunzi became impatient.

Li Tianming said: "How much do you want to sell it for?"

Zhao Ershunzi was stunned and said, "How much can you pay?"

"Brother Ershunzi, you've seen it too. I just graduated and don't have much money. Can I buy your book for 650 yuan?"

"What!? You want to buy this...this baby from me for more than 600 yuan? Do you think I'm a fool?"

Li Tianming sighed and said, "If it works, then forget it."

With that said, Li Tianming was about to leave again, but was suddenly pulled back by Zhao Ershunzi.

"700, if it works, forget it!"

Li Tianming was overjoyed and thought that even if I gave him six hundred and fifty, he would still be willing.

However, fifty yuan was not worth the hassle. Li Tianming took out seven soft RMB from his pocket and handed it to Zhao Ershunzi.

Zhao Ershunzi stuffed the money into his arms, turned around and left without saying a word.