"Who told you that agarwood will definitely have a fragrance?"

The old man shook his head gently and said: "You must have been misled. In fact, most agarwood has almost no fragrance under normal conditions. Only when it is smoked, the rich aroma will be diffused. Now in the market, we can see

You can smell the strong aroma from those agarwood wooden objects, they are basically fake."

"The shoddy products on the market now are made with artificial flavors or other chemicals added. When you smell it, the aroma will feel pungent when it penetrates your nose."

The old man's eyes were full of disgust, and he sighed: "Under normal circumstances, good agarwood takes at least several decades to form. People nowadays are eager for quick success and instant benefits. How can they wait so long and only want to buy agarwood?

It is precisely this demand that has led to the rampant counterfeit goods on the market now."

"For example, this agarwood bracelet is also a work of quick success."

The old man analyzed it carefully: "For good agarwood, the darker the color, the better. Different types of agarwood have different colors, but whether it is black, yellow or saffron, the darker the color, the better, and the lighter the color, the worse."

"Look, the color of this agarwood bracelet is very light. Someone must have collected it in a hurry and made it into a bracelet before the agarwood was fully formed."

The old man was very disgusted with this kind of thing, with a bit of contempt on his face, and said helplessly: "That's why the aroma of this bracelet is very weak, and there is no smell of agarwood at all."

"If it is mature agarwood and made into a bead bracelet, you can clearly feel the texture of agarwood, and it will have a greasy and cold touch." After a pause, the old man continued: "If it is of the highest quality,

Under normal circumstances, agarwood objects will naturally have some elegant, clear, and honey-like smell. Even if there is no fragrance, you can still feel the long, long, and pure scent."

"This agarwood bracelet is such a pity."

The old man sighed and was silent for a while, then suddenly laughed and said: "Hey, I didn't know it, I actually said so much. I was tricked out by my little brother."

"That's because the old man is kind and took the opportunity to give us some advice." Wang Guancheng said sincerely, "Thank you very much, old man, for your advice."

"yes."

Yu Feibai felt the same and hurriedly asked the waiter at the teahouse to add water and serve a pot of good tea.

The old man happened to be a little thirsty when he said it, but he didn't mean to refuse. After the waiter served him good tea, he took a sip of the fragrant tea and said with a smile: "Anyway, agarwood is agarwood, after all, it is a good thing. Even if it is a good thing.

It’s not mature enough, but if you wear the bracelet for a long time, the more you play with it, the more charming it becomes. It can also activate the nerves in your hands and promote blood circulation, which is beneficial to your physical and mental health.”

"Brother, you definitely got a big deal by spending five hundred yuan on this bracelet."

The old man said with some envy: "This is a good choice. You just said it would cost 50,000 yuan before transferring this bracelet. In my opinion, the price is a bit low."

Wang Guan and Yu Feibai nodded slightly, somewhat understanding what the old man meant. You must know that the market price of one gram of top-quality agarwood now ranges from thousands to tens of thousands.

Even if this bracelet is only made of ordinary quality agarwood, the total weight of the fifteen beads is not light. The price of 50,000 yuan is indeed too cheap.

"My name is Wang Guan, and his name is Yu Feibai. I came to the capital of Shu to visit relatives and friends."

It was rare to meet such a kind-hearted person. Wang Guan became even more polite. He poured a cup of tea with his own hands, brought it to the old man, introduced himself first, and then asked: "I don't know what I call you, old man?"

Judging from the appearance of the old man, even if he is not a person in the antique circle, he is very knowledgeable. There is definitely no harm in forming a good relationship with him. Maybe in the future, if you encounter problems in this area, you will have to ask him for advice.

"My surname is Yang, and I am a poor carpenter." The old man said with a smile, "You can just call me Old Man Yang."

"Old Yang!"

Wang Xian and Yu Feibai naturally omitted the initials at the end.

At the same time, the two of them did not dare to underestimate the identity of carpenters. You must know that nowadays, things made by hand are several times more expensive than those made by machines. Carpenters with superb craftsmanship make money by their skills and are popular everywhere.

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Besides, Mr. Yang can afford red sandalwood and huanghuali, which definitely has nothing to do with poverty.

Sensing the respect between the two of them, Mr. Yang was still very happy and said with a smile: "I have seen a lot of young people like you in the antique market. Some are greedy for cheap and have been fooled by fakes, and some feel that the antiques in the market are not good enough."

They are all fake and I will definitely not buy them. And people like you who can find the real thing among a bunch of fakes are indeed rare. When I was young, I didn’t have such a keen eye as you.”

"Old Yang!"

At this time, Yu Feibai smiled bitterly and said, "Just praise him, don't take me for granted. I can't see anything."

"Don't be discouraged." Mr. Yang comforted him: "If you know your shortcomings, then study hard. For example, I learned carpentry in my teens. Due to my stupid talent, I didn't start my career until I was in my thirties. On the way,

Master thought I was stupid and wanted to kick me out. However, I persevered and worked hard for decades and achieved some small successes."

"Mr. Yang is being humble again. Everyone in Sichuan doesn't know that Mr. Yang is a national-level master of wood craftsmanship. For more than 360 days a year, almost every day someone asks you to help build furniture."

At this moment, a slightly fat middle-aged man walked over with a long box in his hand and a big smile on his face, revealing the details of Mr. Yang.

"Xiao Yu, here we come." Yang Lao smiled to himself and waved his hand: "What you said happened several years ago, why are you still talking about it? I'm old now, and I can't even eat.

Not to mention making furniture."

"Look what you said, you can't do those hard work all the time. You are experienced and can just give you guidance. For example, last year, even the Palace Museum asked you to come out to repair the damaged Ming Dynasty.

Clean up the furniture." The fat middle-aged man came over with a smile. Although the words in his mouth were a bit flattering, the admiration in his eyes came from the bottom of his heart.

Wang Guan and Yu Feibai were also like this, and they were a little surprised. They knew very well that woodworking masters like Mr. Yang were actually just like masters of traditional Chinese medicine. They no longer needed to do the trivial things of boiling soups and boiling medicines, but consultations.

Just prescribe a prescription and propose a solution to the problem.

"lets change a topic."

Like many older people, Mr. Yang doesn't like to show off. He waved away the topic and asked, "Xiao Yu, what's in the box are the two paintings you mentioned."

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