Everyone at the table burst into laughter.
Zhou Xuan experienced another round of surprise!
It turns out that money can be made so easily. In just one night, he suddenly became a small tycoon with hundreds of thousands of yuan in his pocket. Similarly, in less than two hours, Chen Sanyan earned 120,000 yuan without even blinking!
Only then did Zhou Xuan truly and genuinely feel the allure of the antique trade. His heart pounded with joy. At that moment, he realized that the tens of thousands of yuan in his pocket had ceased to be money. At this table, the money had become paper, just numbers!
Zhou Xuan suddenly had the idea of entering this industry, but could a novice like him make a name for himself? Perhaps he could learn to identify antiques and calligraphy from Chen Sanyan, but it's like crossing a mountain between different fields. Could he learn the profound knowledge and appraisal skills of Uncle Liu and Chen Sanyan? And would Chen Sanyan agree to teach him?
At this moment, Wu Cheng put the bag next to him on the table, opened it and took out two items and a very exquisite small box. The box was only about ten centimeters long and seven or eight centimeters high. One of the items was a small square-holed ancient coin, and the other was a piece of dark black stone that was only the size of a matchbox.
Chen Sanyan picked up the ancient coin and examined both sides carefully. He nodded and smiled, saying, "Interesting!" Then he handed the coin to Zhou Xuan, saying, "Take a look!"
"Let me see?" Zhou Xuan took the ancient coin and was a little at a loss. His hands trembled. It wasn't that he thought the ancient coin was particularly valuable, but rather that Chen Sanyan had asked him to take a look. Did this mean that he was now considered a member of the antique world?
Zhou Xuan's knowledge of ancient coins was limited to the kind of game girls played with in his hometown when he was a child. They would wrap copper coins in cloth, sew on chicken feather tubes, insert chicken feathers, and then kick them. He had about ten copper coins back then, but they disappeared later.
After looking at it for a long time, the square-holed ancient coin in his hand was not as nice as the ones he had seen when he was a child. The ancient coins he played with as a child were probably made of pure copper and were golden. The one in his hand was black with a square hole in the middle. He could still recognize the characters "Da Ding Tong Bao" on one side, and the character "You" on the other side. He was dizzy from thinking and still couldn't figure out what era Da Ding was. He mumbled, "Is Da Ding the Qing Dynasty?"
Chen Sanyan suddenly sprayed tea and water onto Zhou Xuan's face.
Xu Wangcai and Wu Cheng also spoke with disdain, saying that this guy was just incredibly lucky to have found Yuan Mei's manuscript.
"Let me see," Uncle Liu said, extending his hand.
Zhou Xuan quickly handed him the ancient coins, his face turning a deep purple, the same color as the purple clay teapot on the table. He realized that the world of antiques wasn't as easy as he had imagined.
Uncle Liu held the coin up to his eyes, examined it from both sides, and then looked at its silhouette against the light. After a moment's thought, he said, "The Dading Tongbao was the official currency minted by Emperor Wanyan Yong of the Jin Dynasty in 1162 AD during the Dading era. Subsequent dynasties successively minted coins with the names 'Zhenglong,' 'Dading,' and 'Taihe.' The reign title on the coin signifies that after the fall of the Song Dynasty, the world was at peace, and Emperor Hailing, Wanyan Liang, was defeated and killed. This is how the name Dading Tongbao came about."
Uncle Liu held the Da Ding Tong Bao coin in front of Wu Cheng and said, "This coin is a master die. In the history of ancient coin minting, the technique of using master coins to cast coins began in the Tang Dynasty and flourished in the Song Dynasty. Where there are master coins, there must be master die coins, because all circulating coins and casting master coins are made from hand-carved ancestral coins, that is, master die coins. Therefore, the value of master die coins is much higher than that of the issued Da Ding Tong Bao. Judging from the shape, the characters, and the slight traces of mercury, the estimated price of this Da Ding Tong Bao master die coin should be around ten thousand yuan."
Wu Cheng gave Uncle Liu a thumbs up and said with a smile, "Old Liu, I admire you. I bought this coin for 9,700 yuan at the antique market in Guangzhou. Hehe, take a look at this one."
Wu Cheng then pushed the black stone in front of Uncle Liu.
Uncle Liu picked up the black stone and placed it flat in his palm, examining it under both light and backlight. He then placed it on the table and said, "This is a piece of raw black jade, of medium to high quality. It has some transparency at the edges and a slight green tinge under the light. Top-quality black jade is completely black and opaque, without any green under the light. This piece of black jade is priced between 750 and 850."
"Hehe, Lao Liu, I have to admit I'm impressed. I spent seven hundred and eighty on this piece of black jade." Wu Cheng was genuinely impressed with Uncle Liu's eye for quality. He then opened the small box in front of him and said, "Lao Liu, take a look at this one. I didn't buy it in the south; I brought it from Yangzhou. What do you think?"
Inside the box was a stone rooster, its red comb and golden feathers looking incredibly lifelike.
Uncle Liu was somewhat surprised. He took it out of the box and examined it closely.
Zhou Xuan didn't understand, but seeing Wu Cheng stroking his chin with a smug look on his face, he knew it must be a precious treasure. He just didn't know how much it was worth, or if it was as valuable as his own copy of Yuan Mei's manuscript.
Uncle Liu examined it and praised, "The carving is both strong and gentle, smooth and flowing, with natural colors. The texture of the Shoushan Tianhuang stone and the color matching of the carving and the stone are a perfect match. The 'Yu Xuan' mark on the chicken's belly is a priceless treasure, a heirloom from the ancestral home of Shoushan stone!"
Priceless treasure? Everyone says it's priceless, but in the end, it still sells for a price. If there's a price, how can it be said to be priceless? Zhou Xuan thought to himself.
Wu Cheng said with a smile, "Old Liu, don't be shy. Tell me how much it costs and see how much of a difference there is between the two prices I paid."
Uncle Liu pondered for a while before saying, "This stone weighs about 100 grams. According to the current price of Tianhuang stone, the stone itself is worth about 700,000 yuan. In addition, it is a work by Yang Xuan, the patriarch of Shoushan stone carving. The total price is at least 3 million yuan."
After finishing his sentence, Uncle Liu glanced at Wu Cheng with a scrutinizing look. After all, Wu Cheng was someone who managed a lot of money, so the price wasn't certain.
Wu Cheng laughed and said, "Almost there. I spent 3.6 million to buy this treasure!"
Three million? Zhou Xuan was shocked. He thought finding an 180,000 yuan manuscript today was the most amazing thing he had ever seen. This rooster stone is worth more than three million? My God, he probably won't see that much money in his entire life.
Zhou Xuan stretched out his left hand and gently touched the rooster stone. His hand trembled slightly. He thought to himself that this was a treasure he might never see again in his life. It was so valuable. Touching it would bring him some good luck in the future!
When Wu Cheng and Xu Wangcai saw Zhou Xuan's trembling hand touch the stone rooster, they looked at him with disdain. Chen Sanyan didn't know how he had brought such a rough and rude guy here.
Zhou Xuan had intended to absorb some of the treasure's aura, but as soon as he touched the rooster stone, his left hand suddenly trembled. A wisp of icy air rushed from his left wrist to his fingers, and then flowed from his fingers to the rooster stone. In that instant, a flash of inspiration struck Zhou Xuan, and he naturally thought of the words "Li Kuanfu, 2009".
In that instant of inspiration, the wisp of cool energy immediately returned to my left wrist, lying still like a lapdog.
Zhou Xuan felt completely exhausted, as if he had run several kilometers or climbed a high mountain.
Withdrawing his hand, Zhou Xuan lazily asked Chen Sanyan, "Boss Chen, what does Li Kuanfu have to do with this Rooster Stone in 2009?"
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Zhou Xuan's abrupt remark startled Uncle Liu.
Wu Cheng's eyebrows twitched, and his expression changed.
Chen Sanyan and Xu Wangcai exchanged a glance, both of them looking puzzled.
Zhou Xuan had no idea who Li Kuanfu was; the thought just flashed through his mind, and he blurted it out involuntarily.
He said it casually, but the other four people had different feelings about it, and their expressions varied.
Uncle Liu paused for a moment, then picked up the rooster stone again and examined it carefully. Finally, he focused his gaze on the mark on the rooster stone's abdomen, frowning as he stared at it. After a while, he took out a magnifying glass from his bag and examined the mark on the abdomen carefully again.
As he looked at it, he traced the characters on the mark with his hand. After a long while, he sighed, put down the magnifying glass, and said bitterly, "Old Wu, I misjudged it!"
Wu Cheng's expression changed drastically. He grabbed the rooster stone and examined it closely under the light. After a long while, he still couldn't figure it out. He frowned and asked, "Old Liu, what do you mean? I showed it to Old Man Shen at Ji Liu Zhai in Yangzhou, and he confirmed that it was Yang Xuan's masterpiece."
Wu Cheng was nearly sixty years old and had been in the industry for forty or fifty years. He had a superb foundation in antiques and had been appraised by a leading figure in the industry before he made the purchase. He was very proud of it, so Uncle Liu's words naturally made him feel like he had a thorn in his side.
Uncle Liu shook his head and said, "Old Wu, take another look at the characters on that mark, and carefully observe the strokes and lines of the characters on the mark."
With a dark expression, Wu Cheng took a magnifying glass and examined the mark on the belly of the rooster stone closely.
Uncle Liu stared at Zhou Xuan, his eyes full of doubt.