[Republic of China imitation Northern Song Dynasty Ru Kiln three-legged black pattern pen holder, low value!]
How could there be a hint?
But that's not the most surprising thing, because...
[There's a lot inside!]
Yes, this is the place that shocked Qin Zhaoyang. He already knew about the X-ray vision and never expected that he could read the information.
There's a lot inside, this...
"Boss, no way!"
"Or you take another look and give me whatever you like!"
The seller said, yawning as if he had stayed up all night.
"You'd better go..."
"Two hundred yuan, for sale or not?"
Before Zhou could finish his words, Qin Zhaoyang couldn't help but speak.
Zhou Babapi frowned:
What's going on with Qin Zhaoyang?
So naughty?
Qin Zhaoyang also knew that he had broken the rules and hurriedly explained:
"Boss, in a few days it's my teacher's birthday, I think..."
Zhou Piapi understood that Qin Zhaoyang had no money to buy a gift, so he wanted to buy this pen holder and make a show.
So he nodded and said no more, as long as he didn't pay for it.
"Could you add some more?"
"Isn't two hundred a bit too little?"
When Qin Zhaoyang heard this, he knew there was a chance, but he really didn't have much money.
So he took out his wallet and opened it to show the man.
"You see, I only have a little over two hundred. You have to leave me some money for dinner!"
"If you don't sell it, then forget it!"
Qin Zhaoyang has been working here for half a year, so he knows a bit about the tricks of buying and selling things.
This is called playing hard to get!
"Ok, two hundred, then two hundred!"
The things are yours!
Qin Zhaoyang was overjoyed and quickly handed the two hundred yuan to the other person, then held the broken pen holder as if it were a precious treasure.
"Little Qin, a broken imitation makes you nervous."
"By the way, have you finished moving?"
Qin Zhaoyang gave a brief account of the matter, and Zhou Babapi nodded.
Qin Zhaoyang was in a hurry to go back and get something out of the pen holder, so he was a little absent-minded.
"Little Qin, there's nothing to do today. If you have something to do, go back first. Just in time, Old Li is looking for me for afternoon tea."
Qin Zhaoyang, upon hearing this, was delighted again, promptly agreed and was about to leave.
Just as he reached the shop door...
"Well, today counts as a day off and will be deducted from the salary at the end of the month."
Qin Zhaoyang cursed and cursed in his heart. It would be best to go out and step on dog poop and knock off the two big gold teeth.
When he got home, he happened to run into Pu Meiqi coming out of the room.
"Cousin, you guessed it right. It was the heating tube that burned out."
"But now that I've taken it apart, I can't return it!"
Qin Zhaoyang was speechless for a moment. Isn't this just idle?
No, she doesn't have that thing.
"Sister Qi, the wind blows the eggshell, wealth fades away and people live in peace, eliminating wealth and avoiding disasters!" "
"I have something to do, I'll go in!"
Before Pu Meiqi could speak, Qin Zhaoyang went straight back to his room.
Looking at the nervous Qin Zhaoyang, Pu Meiqi shrugged her shoulders and went back to her room too.
Qin turned on the desk lamp and indeed saw a small circle of cracks at the bottom of the pen holder.
The crack was so small that it couldn't be seen if you didn't look closely. It was a mark left by the splicing.
It may have been too long, causing the camouflage on the original surface to fall off.
That's not the point, Qin Zhaoyang found a small knife and began to pry along the crack.
In no time, with a "thud", the bottom of the pen holder fell off, along with a seal!
Qin Zhaoyang reached out his trembling hand and picked up the seal, on which were written the three characters "Zizhan Seal".
An item that needs to be disguised with something is definitely not too simple, but who is this Zizhan?
Gather your energy and focus, and start looking at the information.
[Zizhan Seal, Northern Song Dynasty, genuine, high collection value, market price about 3 million RMB]
This is the data given by the X-ray eye, and Qin Zhaoyang is quite puzzled. Does this X-ray eye even have a market estimate?
If he couldn't figure it out, he had to first find out who this Zizhan was, and, these three million...
Qin Zhaoyang, suppressing his excited heart and trembling old hand, picked up his phone and opened Baidu.
Immediately, all the information about Zizhan came out.
[Su Shi, styled Zizhan, also styled Hezhong, was known as "Dongpo Jushi" and was called "Su Dongpo" by the world!]
"Su Dongpo, actually the seal of Su Dongpo, this is prosperous!"
Qin Zhaoyang jumped up with joy.
It took him a while to calm down.
What he didn't notice was that a wisp of golden spiritual energy from the seal was sucked into his body through his hand.
"How should this be done?"
"Or go to an antique shop?"
No, Qin Zhaoyang knows exactly how dark the antique shop is.
"Shall we go to the auction house?"
Qin Zhaoyang checked the time. It was 2:30 p.m. He decided to go to the antique shop first. After all, it was Saturday and it was still a question whether there was anyone at the auction house.
Qin Zhaoyang was extravagant this time, hailing a taxi and arriving at the Jubaozhai antique shop.
He came here mainly because this antique shop was the largest and most formal one.
Qin Zhaoyang went in and pretended to look around. It was mainly the shopkeeper chatting with an older person.
After waiting for more than ten minutes, there was no sign of stopping, and Qin decided not to wait.
So he came to the counter, took out the seal and placed it on the counter.
"Shopkeeper, could you please give me your palm?"
The shopkeeper, in his fifties, not tall, with a pair of glasses and a kind face, first glanced at Qin Zhaoyang before picking up the seal on the counter.
He didn't notice at first, but when he saw the word "Zizhan", his eyes narrowed.
Then he took off his glasses, picked up the magnifying glass on the counter and began to look.
It took about the time to touch a cup of tea before he put down the magnifying glass.
"Young man, how many moves are you going to make?"
Qin Zhaoyang had intended to say three million directly, but when the words were on the tip of his tongue he held them back.
"The shopkeeper is a discerning man. Give him a fair price!"
"If the price is right, I'll sell it!"
Qin Zhaoyang had one more thing left to say: If the price is not right, I won't sell.
"Old Qian, real guy?"
"Can I have a look?"
Old Qian is the owner of this Jubaozhai, that is, the boss, whose full name is Qian Youcai.
When Qian heard this, he gave a bitter smile in his heart. No matter what price he offered today, it was probably of no use.
Because the man's name is Huang Guangnian.
Qian Youcai pushed the seal to Huang Guangnian and said:
"Look for yourself, Su Shi's seal!"
Upon hearing Su Shi's seal, Huang Guangnian's eyes lit up. He quickly picked up the seal and examined it carefully.
He also picked up the magnifying glass, and after a long time...
"Little brother, make a price, I'll take this seal!"
Qin Zhaoyang's eyelids twitched. Was it because he didn't understand or was it because of his wealth?
Just say you want it, and don't be afraid of others asking for a price?
But Qin Zhaoyang likes such people.
"Sir, I don't want more, three million!"
"If you think..."
"Ok, I'll take three million!"
Qin Zhaoyang opened his mouth. The price was too low!
"Well, can I ask a question?"