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Text Chapter 175 The authenticity that no one recognizes

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    Zhang Yang suddenly thought of Mr. Huang.  Huang Laoke is an expert in the Palace Museum. If he names the book, it will definitely have good results.  It looks like the treasure hunt can begin.  "Pan Hui, can the villa be tidied up today?" Zhang Yang asked.  "No problem. The master will finish cleaning up this afternoon and guests can be invited at any time." Pan Hui said with a smile on the phone.  Zhang Yang nodded, so it would not be too much to invite Mr. Hong, Mr. Huang, Mr. and the others to come tomorrow. After they have had enough fun, he would make this request.  But I have already arrived at Panjiayuan, should I go and see Meng Fei?  That guy has a lot of store-building treasures in his hands. If he can get them, he can support his store.  Thinking of this, after Zhang Yang hung up the phone, he couldn't sit still anymore and walked into Panjiayuan.  I have to admit that this is the largest antique trading market in China. Even after nine o'clock in the morning, it is packed with people.  Zhang Yang did not go directly to Meng Fei's store. This was his first time visiting Panjiayuan. Naturally, he wanted to take a closer look. He might go shopping here in the future to understand the market conditions.  Soon Zhang Yang realized that his idea was just a fantasy, because the prices of different brands were really different. Some porcelain bottles, he had the power to confirm that they were fake at a glance, but the buyer would just open and shut up.  A sky-high price of hundreds of thousands.  Zhang Yang shook his head speechlessly, and stopped asking for prices. Every time he came to a street stall, he would use his powers to look at it. When there was a treasure light, he could talk about it. If not, he could just give up.  It didn't take ten minutes for Zhang Yang to understand why Mr. Hong was looking for something here, because he visited several street stalls but didn't find anything real.  There isn't even anything with a little gem or even a little bit of collectible value.  There are too few genuine ones!  Zhang Yang sighed and thought, luckily he has special powers, otherwise, he would have to lose as much money as he had, and he wouldn't even be able to make a splash.  Zhang Yang went down two more houses, and finally he saw Baoguang, and it was a light red Baoguang.  Zhang Yang squatted down quietly and looked at the thing on the ground. The thing that glowed brightly was an incense burner.  The whole body is made of Buddhist scripture paper, fully gilded and inlaid with gold pieces. It looks very thick and is more than 20 centimeters wide and long. When turned over, you can see six large characters made in the Xuande year of the Ming Dynasty.  The word "µÂ" is missing a horizontal line in the middle.  Even if Zhang Yang doesn't know much about antiques, he has heard of the name Xuande Furnace.  The person setting up the stall was a young man. After Zhang Yang finished reading and put it down, he asked: "Boss, this is a Xuande furnace from the Ming Dynasty. It's a rare masterpiece. You can't find anything like this in Panjiayuan."  " Zhang Yang smiled. It was strange to find the same one. The light red one dates back more than five hundred years. If he guessed correctly, it might be a masterpiece.  It's a pity that I don't know much about Xuande furnace, otherwise I would be more sure.  "What's the price?" Zhang Yang asked, then took out his mobile phone and searched for the word "Xuande Furnace" on the Internet, and soon the content on the encyclopedia appeared.  The boss hesitated for a moment and looked at Zhang Yang¡¯s clothes. He was obviously a rich man and quoted a price: "Fifty thousand." By this time, Zhang Yang had already read the information on the website and already had an idea in his mind.  After hearing this, he said funnyly: "When did the price of Xuande furnace become so high?" The boss said: "This is a genuine product of mine, passed down from generation to generation. You don't believe that I can find your family tree." Zhang Yang shook his head and said: "  It's authentic. Can you prove it? There are dozens of Xuande furnaces in the Palace Museum, but none of them can be proven to be authentic. Can you tell me how to prove that yours is authentic? "The boss was stunned and said: "Emotions.  You are also an expert!" Zhang Yang shook his phone and said: "What an expert, I can find everything if I check it online. I will hold it for three thousand dollars." The boss was so angry that he vomited blood. This Internet phone is really disgusting.  In the past, a Xuande stove could be sold for 18,000 yuan, but now it's great. I can check everything on the Internet, and people like them are not allowed to get involved.  He was a little hesitant. This Xuande stove cost five hundred yuan, so selling it for three thousand yuan was quite a lot.  However, this Xuande furnace gave him a different feeling than the previous ones. It was rich and majestic, and he always felt that it was real.  Seeing the boss's hesitation, Zhang Yang smiled and said: "You don't think this is true, do you? Even if it is true, will anyone admit it?" This sentence made the boss give up all his thoughts. Who made Xuande Furnace so famous?  There are so many counterfeit products everywhere.  Just in the Panjiayuan market, you can always find hundreds or even thousands of them.  If he doesn't sell it, someone else will definitely sell it, and as Zhang Yang said, even if this thing is real, it won't be recognized and it won't sell for a high price.  "Sold." The boss said.  Zhang Yang counted out three thousand yuan from his wallet, handed it to the boss and said, "I advise you not to accept the Xuande furnace." The boss sighed and said, "I don't want to accept it either, this is from a friend of mine.  If he doesn't have the money, he'll hurt his feelings. "Zhang Yang thought, "Is your friend also in this business?" "He? He's just a prodigal. He has a lot of old stuff at home.  It¡¯s almost sold by him,¡± the boss said casually.  Zhang Yang's mind calmed down. If this was the case, he would have been hollowed out long ago.  It is estimated that no one wanted the Xuande stove, so he sold it to his friend.  He didn't expect it to be an advantage to him, but when he held this Xuande stove and thought of the news on the Internet, Zhang Yang was a little bit dumbfounded.  I know that this Xuande furnace is more than 500 years old and must be from the Ming Dynasty, but how can I prove it?  If it cannot be proven to be true, it can only be displayed in the store.  But it¡¯s okay, no matter what, this is a genuine product. If others don¡¯t know it, just know it yourself.  If one day you meet someone knowledgeable or find a way to prove the authenticity of a Xuande furnace, this Xuande furnace may turn around.  Holding the Xuande stove, Zhang Yang continued to walk inside.  After walking a few stores, Zhang Yang found that his good luck had come, and he found a scroll that exuded a deep yellow treasure.  Zhang Yang walked to the stall, put down the Xuande stove, picked up the scroll and asked, "Can I take a look?" The boss glanced at the Xuande stove and almost laughed. He was willing to sell such a big Xuande stove. It seemed that he had met him.  He picked up the hammer and said hurriedly: "Slow down, I'll come. This is Dong Qichang's authentic work. If it gets damaged, my losses will be great." Zhang Yang frowned and said, "Dong Qichang?" It sounded familiar, and he seemed to be there.  I had never heard of his name before, so I took out my phone and looked through it. Zhang Yang laughed. He was really a famous person. If Dong Qichang's time up to now is really more than 400 years, it should be authentic.  Zhang Yang unfolded the painting scroll and took a look. It was a landscape painting. Zhang Yang pretended to admire it and asked, "How can I sell this painting?" The boss smiled and raised a finger.  Zhang Yang frowned and said: "One thousand is too expensive." The boss almost destroyed the painting with a shake of his hand. Who is the stick? He was clearly drawing one hundred thousand, but why did it become one thousand when he came here?  .  "Boss, look at the transaction prices online. These are all genuine products. They only sold for more than 10,000 US dollars. You don't need to do an appraisal to know that they are very imitative. Isn't 1,000 dollars too high?" Zhang Yang said.  The boss forced his voice out and said, "I said ten thousand!" He didn't dare to say one hundred thousand now. He probably said one hundred thousand and the customer would run away immediately.  "Ten thousand? Are you kidding? One thousand is too expensive. You still want me ten thousand. You really treat me as a traitor, don't you? I only spent three thousand yuan to buy such a big Xuande stove. You are like  The calligraphy and painting cost me 10,000 yuan." Zhang Yang's mouth was like running a train, and he kept talking.  Zhang Yang¡¯s loud voice attracted the attention of an old man passing by. The landscape painting had not been put away yet. The old man was stunned at first sight, and then stood quietly behind him, looking at the two of them, not knowing what he was thinking!  The boss also noticed that he was a stingy guy. Not surprisingly, he should be the kind of person who buys things to scare others. There are many such people in the market now. They spend thousands of dollars to buy something and take it back.  , and then they say it is true, but in fact they also know it is false, and all they want is this face.  "One thousand is too low, eight thousand!" the boss said.  Zhang Yang shook his head and said: "It's too expensive, it's too expensive. There are so many paintings by the boss Dong Qichang. I always buy them from anyone I go to. This painting is just a replica. If you give me a more realistic price, I'll give it to you."  If you buy it here, you can save money elsewhere." "How much do you pay?" the boss asked.  Zhang Yang thought for a while and said: "Three thousand like this is the same as this Xuande furnace." The boss looked at the painting, then at the Xuande furnace, and smiled bitterly. Both of them are imitations that are everywhere in the market.  "Okay, deal." The boss rolled up the picture and handed it to Zhang Yang.  (.)s
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