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But Brother Pei stood still and played with a cigarette in his mouth, blowing out smoke rings.

Looks extremely arrogant!

Lu Cenyin didn't move, her beautiful eyes were cold, she watched calmly.

Delicious always comes later.

It is estimated that they will serve as the finale.

Someone started moving.

The first person to go to Jianbaotai was a bald man.

The bald man held a folding fan in his hand.

Among the four major items of antiques, fans belong to the category of miscellaneous items.

Folding fans are traditional Jinling handicrafts, usually made of bamboo, wood, and animal bones, and the fan surface is made of tough paper or damask silk.

But Baldy's fan is not an ordinary bamboo and wood bone fan, but a golden fan!

He took the golden fan to the treasure appraisal platform and said, "Mr. Xu, please have a look."

Old Xu smiled, put on white gloves, opened his fan, and took a photo with a high-gloss flashlight.

Immediately.

The whole hall is shining brightly!

"Can you see what it is?"

Lu Cenyin suddenly asked shopkeeper Song who was wearing thick glasses in a low voice.

Shopkeeper Song bowed his head and replied: "Miss, it seems to be a golden fan. Judging from the appearance and style, it is probably an old thing from the Ming Dynasty... I think it should be a kind of Jinling folding fan. But the distance is too far, look at it. Not quite sure."

Although Shopkeeper Song is short-sighted, he has good eyesight.

The bald man's fan is indeed something from the Ming Dynasty.

But it does not belong to Jinling folding fans.

When Mr. Xu was opening the fan, the middle bone of the golden fan did not move, and the fan was opened on both sides, folded and folded.

Such features are significantly different from the folding fans in Jinling that are simply folded.

This is a Japanese fan!

That is to say, a fan passed down from a country that lived well since childhood.

Japanese fans have always been a luxury item favored by upper-class literati since the Tang Dynasty sent Tang envoys to China.

But such golden Japanese fans are relatively rare.

Old Xu showed a hint of joy on his face. He watched it repeatedly, but he never came to a conclusion, which whetted everyone's appetite.

The scene began to whisper.

Those who love treasure, are totally irresistible to this good stuff.

Unexpectedly.

The shopkeeper Song, who was a bit silly, couldn't help it.

He actually took the initiative to ask me: "Mr. Su, do you think this is?"

obviously.

Lu Cenyin once introduced me to Shopkeeper Song.

Lu Cenyin on the side didn't say a word, and didn't stop Shopkeeper Song from chatting with me.

estimate.

She also wanted to hear my opinion.

But this girl may be out of face, she is not sure, and she is too embarrassed to ask questions.

I had a good impression of the shopkeeper Song, so I replied: "Half-cut green lotus, a piece of wind, moonlight rippling and dew melting. Who knows that all the hibiscus are in the hands of the Central Plains."

This is a poem by Wang Gong of the Ming Dynasty, called "Ode to the Japanese Fan".

Ming people chanted Ming fans.

Shopkeeper Song can get through at one point.

His expression was startled, and he asked, "What do you mean, this is a Ming Dynasty golden Japanese fan?!"

I nodded.

Hearing this, Lu Cenyin snorted coldly, and took the initiative to argue: "Since it has been established as the Ming Dynasty, so far, the Japanese fans unearthed in the Ming Dynasty have been proved to be all made in China, and none of them really came from Fusang Kingdom! What's more, what he is holding is a golden fan."

I can't be bothered to talk to her.

Seeing that I didn't talk to each other, Lu Cenyin seemed a little angry, but it was not easy to get angry.

now.

Mr. Xu put down the golden fan lightly, and said: "The golden Japanese fan in the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty is a treasure, a treasure! Mr. Zhong, you can be regarded as filling the blank of the Japanese fan unearthed in the Ming Dynasty in China! A replacement item in the treasure selection session."

Hearing this, the bald man grinned, cupped his fists and said, "Thank you, Mr. Xu!"

Face off on the spot.

The crackling sound must be very loud in Lu Cenyin's heart.

Lu Cenyin's pretty face turned blue and red.

in fact.

She knows exactly what I'm up to.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have asked me to follow her over and over again.

But no matter what I said, she insisted on confronting me.

Lu Cenyin was a little split.

Since then.

Bao Guxuan entered the stage.

A middle-aged man in Tang suit was holding an inkstone in his hand.

The texture of the inkstone is very delicate, like a cloud of ink, the surface is smooth, the ice is dazzling, and the plum blossoms are adorned on it, giving people a calm and strong charm.

Shopkeeper Song saw him, and said with admiration, "This is the genuine She inkstone from Shexian County! Together with the Duan inkstone from Zhaoqing, the Chengni inkstone from Jiangxian, and the Taohe inkstone from Taozhou, it has become the 'Four Famous Inkstones in China'. Baoguxuan is indeed There are good things, but I don’t know how to inherit them.”

I said nothing.

Because my judgment is also consistent with the old shopkeeper.

No matter how good my eyesight is, I'm not a god, and I can't see the imprint on a black inkstone.

To break the inheritance, it all depends on the seal on the inkstone.

Seeing that I didn't say anything, Lu Cenyin's face showed a hint of color.

What she meant was, don't you have good eyesight, why don't you speak, and you can judge the inheritance if you have the guts.

I don't know what kind of anger she is putting on.

I can't judge the inheritance, can she judge it?

"Mr. Xu, Bao Guxuan sent me an inkstone, please give me your advice!"

The middle-aged man in Tang suit said politely.

Mr. Xu replied: "Baoguxuan is a master of antiques in Jinling, so what you brought up must be good things. I have a look at it. If it is inappropriate, I hope Boss Zuo Haihan."

Boss Zuo hurriedly replied: "Don't dare, Mr. Xu is polite!"

Mr. Xu continued to appraise treasures.

After a while, Mr. Xu ordered someone to bring a bottle of mineral water, unscrewed the cap of the mineral water, poured the water on the cap of the mineral water, and immediately poured the full cap of mineral water into the inkstone.

Mr. Xu carefully held the inkstone and shook it around.

Then, he carefully poured the mineral water on the inkstone back into the cap of the water bottle.

The water cover was still full.

Not a single drop is missing!

Mr. Xu took out the tissue again, wiped the inkstone, and then showed the tissue to everyone.

Not a drop of water stains on the paper towels.

Do it all!

The scene began to sigh and admire.

"This is a good inkstone!"

"Mr. Xu used the 'drip-tight' method to test and proved that the quality of this inkstone is top-notch, so I don't know how it will be passed on."

"Hold Guxuan's stuff, it should be the same."

"..."

Mr. Xu held one end of the inkstone with one hand, and flicked it lightly with his fingers with the other.

Although it is an inkstone, it emits the sound of jade and virtue at this moment, sonorous and exquisite, with deep and deep echoes.

After hearing the sound, Mr. Xu showed joy: "One side is famous for inkstone, and it has nurtured thousands of talents. This is the She inkstone used by Mr. Zhishan, the number one scholar in Jinling. Boss Zuo is a real collector!"

Hearing this, Boss Zuo clasped his fists and replied in a loud voice: "If this Fang Zhuangyuan's inkstone can form a bond with Mr. Hu, Mr. Hu will surely win three prizes like Mr. Zhishan in the future!"

Bao Guxuan came prepared.

Not only is the treasure good, but it is also very meaningful.

When Mr. Hu heard this, Maitreya's smiling face widened even more, and he folded his hands together: "Thank you Boss Zuo!"

no doubt.

This square inkstone was also left behind.

After that, treasures appeared one after another.

But except for a pair of paintings by Jinling celebrity Zhu Zhifan brought by a cross-eyed person, either the value of the treasures did not match, or the quality was not good, so they were not included in the appraisal table.

Seeing that no one was playing anymore, Lu Cenyin glanced at me, and raised her eyebrows in trepidation.

She raised her hand to greet the old shopkeeper, ready to invite Bao to appear on the stage.

"Pei Xinghai presents a treasure, please master Xu!"

Brother Pei suddenly said loudly.

Since then.

He put away his mobile phone, took an object from the teller beside him, and walked onto the stage in a big way.