"Wanqing, are you here?"

While Zhang Yilong was deep in thought, he suddenly heard a familiar voice coming from inside the house. He immediately came to his senses and turned around to look in the direction of the voice.

The person who greeted Mu Wanqing with a smile was a relatively young man. The man looked to be in his thirties. He was in a suit and leather shoes, his hair was combed to a shiny finish, he was well-dressed, and he had a fat head and big ears.

He looks like a boss.

Naturally, Zhang Yilong knew the man with the red face. He was the deputy director of the art department of their auction company, named "Luo Bing." Although he held an important position, he mainly did planning work, and his eyesight was actually far inferior to that of Mu Wanqing and other appraisal experts.

, but after all, he is a big leader of the auction company, and he still has knowledge of antique appraisal. Sometimes he will go out to collect things, usually for targeted negotiations and acquisitions.

Zhang Yilong seldom interacts with Luo Bing and the others. He doesn't have a very good impression of Luo Bing. Luo Bing is born with a traitorous appearance. He tends to judge people in different grades. He always yells at lower-level employees in the company.

Go out and boss around, but be very enthusiastic towards colleagues or superiors at the same level, and obviously have the intention of fawning over you.

When Luo Bing greeted Mu Wanqing, he didn't even look at Zhang Yilong. Perhaps in his eyes, Zhang Yilong was just an errand boy, inconspicuous.

"Yes." Mu Wanqing smiled and nodded, "Zhang Yilong is here too, and those two are his friends."

Mu Wanqing specifically pointed at Zhang Zhibin and San Lin and introduced them, but Luo Bing just glanced at them casually and responded lightly: "Oh."

Then he said with excitement: "Wan Qing, come in and take a look. There are quite a lot of things in Big Ear's house. You should be able to spot a few good ones."

"Oh, really?" Mu Wanqing said with great interest, "Since we are here, let's take a look first."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and said hello to Zhang Yilong and said, "Let's go take a look."

"Yeah, okay." Zhang Yilong nodded and responded calmly.

Then Mu Wanqing followed Luo Bing into the door of the ancient house, but Zhang Yilong did not walk in immediately, but turned back to look at the old woman. At this moment, he saw the old woman walking back, still holding the

Bottle, a "urinal" that looks like a green huā gourd bottle.

"That is definitely not an ordinary gourd bottle!" Zhang Yilong thought to himself, "The green huā on the surface is so exquisite. There is no reason why it is just an ordinary thing!"

He secretly made an affirmation, only thinking that the origin of the green huā gourd bottle may be very complicated, but the owner of the house did not know it and used it as an ordinary bottle.

Although Zhang Yilong was very interested in the green huā gourd bottle, he would never go up to the old woman and ask for it. Even if he wanted to take a closer look, he would have to think of a suitable way so as not to look out of place.

"Brother Long, what are you looking at?"

At this moment, Zhang Zhibin gently pushed Zhang Yilong and asked with a smile.

Zhang Yilong reacted immediately, shook his head and said: "Oh, it's nothing. Just take a look. Xiaobin, let's go in and take a look too."

So the three of them walked into the old house together. The old house was relatively well-preserved, but it was a mess inside and the small yard was full of things. Bricks, stones, and wood were everywhere.

When Zhang Yilong and Zhang Zhibin walked into the hall, Mu Wanqing and Luo Bing were already looking at something.

"It's an old cabinet!" Zhang Zhibin whispered. "Brother Long, is it made of rosewood? It feels pretty good."

Zhang Yilong smiled calmly and said: "Have you ever seen red sandalwood peeling off its paint? It was obviously painted with a layer of red paint. But it is indeed an old thing, probably from the Qing Dynasty. The carving is not bad. But it is estimated to be valuable.

It won’t be very high, the starting price is a few thousand yuan, and it can be sold for tens of thousands of yuan at most.”

"Brother Long, that's awesome!" Zhang Zhibin gave a thumbs up, two thumbs up, and praised, "You are getting better and better! You have such good eyesight, you can immediately see the trick, and you can even estimate the price.

"

When he and Zhang Yilong set up a stall to sell antiques together, Zhang Zhibin was on par with him. There was basically no difference between the two of them in appraising antiques. It was difficult for Zhang Zhibin to grasp the things that Zhang Zhibin was not good at.

But things are different now. Zhang Yilong and the others did learn a lot of practical things from following Mu Wanqing, but the process was subtle. Zhang Yilong didn't have a strong sense of self. But now when he and Zhang Zhibin stand together to compare, the strong and the weak stand out.

Judgment.

Otherwise, Zhang Zhibin would not have been deceived by Old Man Zhao and the others before, and was deceived by a fake painting of Tang Bohu. Zhang Yilong saw a general idea as soon as he came forward, but that's it. Now Zhang Yilong has a magical

His clairvoyant eyes can observe any antique from the outside to the inside in detail, which is his unique advantage.

"Haha, I've been studying, but I'm still far behind the masters like Mr. Mu!" Zhang Yilong said with a smile.

Zhang Zhibin shook his head and said: "That's because you are too humble, you are really amazing! Otherwise you wouldn't have picked up the big leak now!"

The two people approached Mu Wanqing while they were talking. In addition to Mu Wanqing and Luo Bing, there were several people beside them. The person they were talking to was a middle-aged man wearing glasses.

There was an elegant atmosphere, like a teacher, and behind him stood a dark-skinned middle-aged woman, who should be the teacher's wife. His wife was holding a baby in one hand and holding a two or three-year-old boy in the other hand. The mother and her son were three.

Everyone looked at this scene with curiosity.

"The carvings on this cabinet are quite beautiful, and the workmanship is relatively sophisticated, but the material is very ordinary, not yellow pear wood." Mu Wanqing explained, "I'm afraid something like this won't be sold at auction."

"Oh, forget about this thing then." Luo Bing shook his head and said, "What about that bottle?"

As he spoke, he pointed to a large bottle placed on the Eight Immortals' table in the front right, with a feather duster stuck on the bottle.

At first glance, Zhang Yilong was secretly surprised and thought to himself: "Is that a green huā jade pot and spring vase?!"

But even though the big flower vase was very eye-catching, Zhang Yilong denied it the next moment, saying that it could not be a genuine jade pot spring vase. You must know that the jade pot spring vase is Yuanqing huā, and Yuanqing huā is extremely expensive porcelain.

There are only a few hundred representative pieces in the world, and even fewer are in the hands of private collectors. Most of them are in the hands of museums and large foundations.

If a Yuanqing Hua had appeared in this old house, they would not have lived in such poverty. A piece of Yuanqing Hua was enough to make their family rich like a rocket.

"That's just a handicraft." Mu Wanqing took a quick glance and made a low-pitched judgment.

I don’t know if Luo Bing said that on purpose, or if he really didn’t take it too seriously. Zhang Yilong simply couldn’t believe that the dignified deputy art director couldn’t even tell the difference between handicrafts and antiques. This is not a fool.

"Sure enough, he is the boss's nephew. He came here to occupy a position, but he knows nothing about appraisals!" Zhang Yilong said with contempt. He originally thought that Luo Bing would be better than himself, a novice, no matter how bad he was, but who knew that even Zhang Zhibin would be better than him?

It's worse than a novice like this. He thinks that a wooden cabinet made of ordinary materials is made of yellow pear wood, and now he thinks that the vase is something good.

It's so embarrassing!

Zhang Yilong really doesn’t understand. If he doesn’t understand, he still has to imitate others and come out to do Taobao!

He deserves to be punched in the eye!

"Teacher Zhu, do you have anything else at home? I want something older and more exquisite, porcelain is the best." Mu Wanqing then asked the teacher politely.

The teacher didn't answer immediately. He just turned around and communicated with his wife with his eyes. The two of them seemed to be hesitating about something.

"Please wait a moment, we will go to the room to get something out for you to see." After a while, Teacher Zhu said.

Mu Wanqing nodded and said, "Don't worry, we'll just wait."

Then Teacher Zhu took his wife into an inner room, while Zhang Yilong and Mu Wanqing waited patiently in the lobby.

While waiting, the hall was unusually quiet, with only the occasional "dang-dang, dang-dang" sound heard.

At that moment, Zhang Yilong completely subconsciously glanced in the direction of the tiny sound.

What caught his eye was a little yellow dog. The yellow dog had a small body but big ears. Now it was curled up in the corner, wagging its tail from time to time, and his tail swept the person next to him.

A black thing, a dark kettle.

The glaze on the surface of the kettle had a bright light, which was quite dazzling, as if it had just been painted with a layer of black paint, but this was obviously impossible, because the thing was casually thrown next to the "doghouse", indicating that Zhu

How could it be renovated if it was not taken seriously by the family? The only explanation is that the glaze color was originally very bright.

"I'm dizzy. Is this a black-glazed kettle? What a good thing!" After seeing clearly through his clairvoyance eyes, Zhang Yilong's eyes suddenly lit up. He finally recognized it. It was a black-glazed kettle. Look at the remaining layer on it.

The thick patina should still be an old thing.

"Teacher Zhu, can you show me that thing?"

Seeing Teacher Zhu suddenly come out of the inner room, Zhang Yilong couldn't help but pointed at the black glazed porcelain and said.

"Of course." Teacher Zhu nodded enthusiastically. After saying that, he went straight to pick up the kettle and walked back to hand it to Zhang Yilong for appreciation.

"Look, I'll come as soon as I go."

After handing the thing to Zhang Yilong, Teacher Zhu said goodbye and hurriedly walked out of the house, presumably because he had something urgent to do.

"Zhang Yilong, what are you looking at?" Luo Bing said with a smile, "Is this pot used to hold water for dogs to drink? It doesn't seem to be of much interest."

The tone was obviously full of disdain, Zhang Yilong didn't pay attention to him, and just appreciated it closely.

"Mr. Luo, you don't understand." Mu Wanqing, who was thinking about it, said in a low voice, "Zhang Yilong got something good. If my estimate is correct, this is a black-glazed kettle from the Republic of China period. The market price is

It’s around 100,000, which is very rare!”!~!
Chapter completed!