Treasure Hunting Divine Eyes

Good guy, the owner of this antique shop is too good at business, and I don't know where I got these fakes.

The two identification experts were attracted again, and then identified them one by one with a magnifying glass.

Wu Yue looked at Li Mo, but saw that he did not pay attention to the calligraphy and painting on the counter, but stared at a calligraphy work on the wall with interest.

"How much is the bid for this work of Bada Shanren?"

"The works of Bada Shanren in China are popular collections, and they will also be traded in the works that are more popular with bidders in the market. Similarly, I will not ask you for a wild price, and I will take away 2.6 million dollars."

"Let's discuss it."

The buyer began whispering again.

It's all over, and the two calligraphy and paintings are all eye-catching. Li Mo has already begun to doubt whether the two experts are parallel importers, and they have no real skills.

"Boss, we discussed it. We can buy the authentic cursive script of Zhu Zhishan in the Ming Dynasty at a price of 1.5 million dollars."

"I don't consider the authentic painting of Bada Shanren. This authentic painting is cheaper."

The shop owner is promoting the works of Bada Shanren, and seems unwilling to bargain on the authentic works of Kuangcao.

"Boss, if you offer a real price, we can trade if we can accept it, and we can go shopping around if we can't accept it."

"Yeah, I can see that you guys really like it, so I'll earn a little less, and the price is 2.45 million US dollars. This price has reached the end, so you have to earn some living expenses for me."

A group of people discussed for another two minutes, and finally the boss nodded and said, "It's a pleasant cooperation."

Foreigners make a lot of money, earning tens of millions of yuan in just half an hour.

After seeing off the group of customers, the shop owner looked at Li Mo who hadn't left all this time: "Sir, didn't you just want to see something good, do you want to see it now?"

"I'll forget it, I can't afford the price of several million dollars. Boss, I have waited for so long and I want to find a calligraphy and painting that looks good. I can't afford the authentic works of several million dollars. What is above and what can be touched.”

"Haha, this gentleman's words are really funny. Okay, I'm happy now. You've taken a fancy to the work on the wall. As long as you like it, I'll sell it to you at a lower price."

"Thank you, boss." Li Mo hurriedly smiled and pointed, "That regular script work."

The shop owner looked back, and then asked the clerk to take it down and put it on the counter, saying: "This is Wang Hong's work. This man is very important in history. His calligraphy is definitely famous."

Li Mo suddenly interrupted him and asked, "Boss, which dynasty is this Wang Hong you are talking about?"

"I have really studied this. I was a great calligrapher in the Qing Dynasty."

What the shop owner said was so clear that Li Mo almost believed it.

"Boss, don't be sloppy with me. You are going to sell this piece of regular script calligraphy for hundreds of dollars."

"Sir, if you like this calligraphy work, how about taking it away with $888 dollars?"

"It's quite a number for Gillette. How about six hundred and sixty-six dollars? I can also make up a good number. Everyone is six or six."

"Haha, that's fine, just follow Mr.'s wishes."

Wu Yue paid the money consciously, and Dashan took the packaged calligraphy and painting and hugged it to his chest.

"Boss, the original "Humble Room Inscription" by Zhu Zhishan, one of the four great talents of the Ming Dynasty, was too cheap to sell. It only cost more than two million U.S. dollars, which is only more than ten million yuan after conversion. I remember that there is an ancient rhyme in Kyoto. Xuan Museum, in that museum also exhibited the same authentic work of Zhu Zhishan Kuangcao "Humble Room Inscription", it is said that it is worth about 150 million yuan, and you are only selling for one-tenth of the price, which is really a loss."

The shop owner's face changed a little in an instant, but he controlled it very well and then said with a smile: "We just eat and drink, we don't think so much."

"Boss, because you are fellow Chinese, let me give you a suggestion."

"Oh, please tell me, sir."

"In the antique business, if you want to sell fakes as genuine ones, then you must be familiar with the price of the real ones. At least the asking price should not be too outrageous. If it is too outrageous, and you meet someone who is proficient in this way, then you don't need to spend so much money. After a long time of appraisal, as long as you hear your asking price, you can basically conclude that the work in your hand is genuine or not. For example, you just sold the authentic work of Zhuzhishan Kuangcao. For sale, this is also deceiving people who don’t understand, or those who don’t understand and pretend to understand.”

What Li Mo said was straightforward enough, he was pointing out that the wild grass he just sold was a fake.

"Either it will be picked up by others, or it will not be opened for three years, and it will be three years after opening."

Only then did the shop owner look at Li Mo seriously, and asked solemnly, "Sir, is he also an expert?"

Li Mo smiled, turned around and was about to leave.

"Sir, please wait a moment." The store owner hurried out with an awkward smile, "Sir, do you have any other explanations for the work you bought just now?"

Li Mo stopped and turned to look at him, thought for a while and said, "Forget it, let me explain to you. The author of this work is not called Wang Hong, but Wang Chong. He is a calligrapher of the Ming Dynasty. He is erudite and talented, skilled in seal cutting, good at landscape, flowers and birds. He has a high reputation in poetry and prose, especially the title of his book, he is good at small script, and his cursive is especially exquisite."

"This work is his authentic calligraphy in lower regular script. By the way, this person has an interesting identity. It is said that he is Tang Bohu's son-in-law."

After Li Mo finished speaking, he cupped his fists at him, and strode out of the antique shop.

The store owner was a little confused, but another clerk ran out and said anxiously: "Boss, is that painting just now authentic?"

Is it authentic? Get caught out?

At this time, the woman who received Li Mo frowned and still muttered: "No, I really met this person somewhere, but I just didn't remember it for a while."

"If you can't remember it, don't think about it. You watch celebrities online every day. Is he a big star?"

The people next to her saw her talking, so they couldn't help but pat her.

"Star?" The woman muttered, and then her expression changed abruptly. She hurriedly took out her phone from her pocket and started to operate it. Her eyes were almost glued to the phone screen, and she stomped her feet excitedly and shouted, "Boss, it's him, it's really him, He is a well-known treasure appraisal expert in China, and Mr. Li Mo, an associate professor of the history department of two top prestigious universities, Peking University and Qing University. Under his auspices, he found some treasures of the Jinling disaster. I intercepted a few short videos at that time. My God, that man of God was standing in front of us just now."

If you don't mention it, everyone doesn't know, but when you mention it, that figure immediately appears in everyone's mind.

"They really look alike in appearance, are they the same person?"

"It should be one person. He is an expert in treasure appraisal. He knows that there is an antique festival here in Seattle. Maybe Associate Professor Li came here specially to search for treasures. If it is really Associate Professor Li, then what he said just now is very credible. "

The shop owner also watched the short video carefully, and then slapped himself on the head. He deliberately packaged the counterfeit as the real one, but the real one was hung outside as gravel. What's even more ridiculous is that he actually mistook Wang Chong for Wang Hong. This shame is really thrown abroad.

Li Mo and the others walked out of the antique shop, Da Shan patted the box on his chest and asked, "Mr. Qin, is this Wang Chong really Tang Bohu's son-in-law?"

"Does it feel very novel?" Li Mo said with a slight smile, "It should be true."