With the opening of the museum of Xu Huizhen and Han Chunming, many neighbors were envious of each other. They really didn't expect antiques to be so valuable. They wouldn't think that they had accumulated something long ago, but instead felt that they could also find a bargain. There were many people in the antique market who were not good at it, and they couldn't tell what Ru kiln, what Chai kiln, and what Yuan blue and white porcelain were. Anyway, after watching it for a few days in the museum, they felt that they knew what they knew.
After Cheng Jianjun learned the news, he felt that the opportunity he had been waiting for for many years had finally come.
He seems to have no movement over the years, but in fact he has been preparing to copy antiques. His job in the yamen is not popular now and he goes into business by himself, but because he has no business mind, he can now say that he has lost a lot and can only rely on his old capital to maintain it.
A few years ago, he started shopping in the antique market, but he only learned how to distinguish antiques, judge which era of antiques were, and what kind of performance of porcelain from which era was.
If the antiques he made now are not seen by experts, ordinary people will not be able to tell whether they are ancient porcelains.
Although he saw a lot of antiques, he must look real in fakes. So he went to various museums to take photos of cultural relics in order to imitate them as fakes and sell them better.
He made some new porcelain and wanted to sell it through people so that he could make a fortune.
On that day, in a restaurant with good privacy, Cheng Jianjun found some tomb robbers in order to perform a play through their hands and sell the things in his hands.
Han Chunming was dragged to see antiques by his neighbors, but he could tell at a glance that it was all fake.
Mr. Guo even said directly: "How did you say this? I have been collecting it for decades."
Han Chunming looked at Mr. Guo, and knew that people who played antiques didn't want to admit that they were slapping themselves. He could only say: "That might be because I was awkward and said goodbye."
He didn't think there was any problem at first. After all, many people were involved in the antique industry, and it was not a bad thing for his neighbors to participate in it. Maybe he could find a good baby.
However, he underestimated his excitement for them. When he got home, he found that many people were holding so-called antiques to make her firm, but at first glance they were handicrafts, not even from many years, but from last week or last week.
"Chunming, let's take a look at it again. These are all things that are under the box."
"Yes, yes, you are an expert in this field. If you eat meat, you have to let us drink a bowl of soup."
"Yes, please help us see."
Han Chunming looked at them helplessly and said, "Everyone, I'll just say one thing. It's hard to tell whether this good thing is true or false. Let's take a little attention in the future."
An old man looked at Han Chunming in disappointment and asked, "It's hard to tell whether it's true or false. What we do together are all fake?"
"No, no. I didn't say that this thing is fake. I mean, it's not easy for everyone to make money, so don't be fooled again in the future. I've said it clearly enough."
When the others heard this, they understood what Han Chunming meant and said disappointedly: "It's so boring, let's go."
"What an expert!"
When Han Chunming's mother saw Han Chunming like this, she said with some distress: "Little Fifth son, this is not enough. You have to imagine a solution. Otherwise, let's move, or who do you dare offend the neighbors in this street?"
Han Chunming happily hugged his mother and said, "Or it would be his biological mother. We will clean up and move to the building."
Han Chunming's mother looked at Han Chunming so happy and said, "Why, do you want to move upstairs so much? Is your wife urging you?"
"No, but their brothers and sisters are now moving upstairs. We are thinking about living together and taking care of each other."
"Oh, you said your wife and their family get along well, and everyone is a capable person who manages their own companies. If you don't want your elder brother and sister, you say that you can even break the blame for opening a restaurant well. If you hadn't helped them over the years, you would have starved to death."
"Mom, why do you say this? I'm willing to help them. Besides, they took good care of me when they were young, and I can't be ungrateful."
"Little Five, it's not a big deal for people to identify antiques. Ask your master and the others to see what's the solution."
"Okay, I get it."
Zhao Shucheng was building his own museum, and saw his apprentice and future son-in-law visit him.
"Chunming, why are you here?"
"Master, I found that I did something wrong. Since the museum opened, many people have asked me to have eyes, but this is all fake. I can't say it explicitly. After all, it's not appropriate to offend neighbors."
Zhao Shucheng looked at Han Chunming, smiled and said, "You are just starting out, there are many troubles in the future."
"What should I do? Master? You can't let me hide from them all the time, right?"
Zhao Shucheng thought of the antique events in his previous life, or the so-called antique experts, and said: "It's not impossible. If you don't want them to trouble you every day, you have to set rules, such as how many antiques are available for everyone, and how much is the charge."
"This is not to say that we are trying to make money or something. We mainly let them know that the identification of antiques is not free, and we will be a little cautious next time we buy things. Besides, those antique experts also need to identify the items for people, so as to avoid being blocked by others and unable to go out."
"You, if you meet someone who comes to ask you to identify antiques again, it's better to just tell them a fuss. It's their business whether they believe it or not. We can't leave them unrealistic hope, so as not to get in."
"I understand, Master." Han Chunming agreed.
Unfortunately, he didn't expect that the first person he faced was his elder sister.
Sister Han Chunming found a pendant from somewhere. It looked like it was made of wood, but you could tell at a glance that it was made of modern machines.
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"Fake?"
"Fake it? This was obtained by our neighbors from fellow villagers on Mount Wutai."
While eating, Han Chunming said, "Everyone hopes that their things are real, and they make up their own stories, but who believes them?"
As he was talking, his second brother knocked in the door and came in, and directly brought a jade pendant and said, "Little Five, please show me if it is true."
Han Chunming thought it was fake at first, but after a closer look, he found that it was real.
“Where did it come from?”
“I found it at the entrance of the glass factory.”
Han Chunming looked at it and said, "Wait a minute, I'll go and take a magnifying glass."
After he looked carefully, he found that this thing was real. He didn't dare to be considered a small leak.
"How much does Hetian jade pendant cost?"
Han Chunming's second brother asked, "Guess."
"One thousand yuan?" the eldest sister asked inexplicably.
"Ten yuan."
Han Chunming didn't expect to get it so cheaply, and said happily: "Second brother has found a bargain."
"Is that right? This is not a place to search for something without any effort." As he said that, he left in a hurry, looking like he was continuing to collect antiques.
The eldest sister said angrily: "I'm so angry."
Han Chunming said: "It's a bit late to collect it now."
The eldest sister then said, "Oh, it's not because of you, you're collecting and letting our family, our yard, and our streets be as crazy as we're. Mom, I'm crazy."
When Han Chunming heard this, he thought of what he had encountered these days and said directly: "Announce something, my collection is closed."
"Why?"
"I'm afraid you'll get nervous."
Zhao Shucheng is not clear about Han Chunming's affairs. He is now strolling on the antique street. Many antiques look familiar, but the age is wrong. They are directly produced in the past month, but they are better than other imitation techniques.
I accidentally saw a stall setting up Fan Jinyou. There was no news about him for many years, and now I am actually making up antiques.
"Old Zhao, you are here to see antiques too. I remember you used to like these things. How about it, which one do I like here?"
Zhao Shucheng glanced at him and found that there were all some handicrafts, no real antiques at all, and there was not even a history of thirty or forty years.
"Look at it casually, I won't do these things now. But Fan Jinyou, why are you starting to make these things?"
While wiping the antiques on his table, Fan Jin said, "What else can I do? The small restaurant allows the children to manage. I am not idle and like these old things, so I set up a stall to play with. How about it? Someone who is looking at it said, I'll give you a cheaper one."
"No, most of yours are imitations. It's not interesting to collect them. The authentic ones are all placed in the museum."
Fan Jinyou said to Zhao Shucheng and asked curiously: "How do you know it's not the authentic one? Maybe it's the same as the museum's?"
"This imitation person probably has only a slight understanding of antiques. He has no idea that this porcelain has the spirit of the maker, so the newly made has a different charm from the real antiques."
"What's more, he can only see the appearance of the porcelain in the museum, he can't see the specific situation inside, or even the signature at the bottom. If you don't believe it, you can check the signature, it must be some minor problems."
"But suddenly the most important thing is that this porcelain lacks the precipitation of time. Generally, porcelain is more than a hundred years old, and then there will be a situation where porcelain is opened. Of course, in the Ge Kiln in the Song Dynasty, there were people who opened the tablets, but this kind of artificial tablets is still different from the precipitation of historical tablets. I won't say what the specific difference is. Anyone who has seen porcelain will know this."
Chapter completed!