Chapter 1365
"With your hand and eye, we can rest assured."
Soon, Huang Deguang picked up a copper furnace with a diameter of about 30 centimeters.
Xuande stove is a copper incense stove designed and supervised by Ming Xuanzong Zhu Zhanji in the third year of Xuande in the Ming Dynasty, referred to as "Xuande stove".Xuande Furnace is the first bronze ware made of wind-milled copper in Chinese history.
Because of its exquisite shape, fine tire quality, and thick hands, its price is often very high.
As long as it is identified as genuine, its value can easily exceed tens of millions.
There was once a Xuande furnace sold at Sotheby's auction house for 5800 million.
Huang Deguang squinted his eyes, observed carefully for a while, and finally shook his head: "It feels good, but the texture of the tire is not fine enough, and it feels rough in the hand. Compared with the Xuande furnace that has been refined several times, there is a certain gap. "
"Old Zhou, how much did you pay for this stove?"
"It's not worth much, it's only a few hundred yuan. I walked around the countryside that day and thought I saw a big baby." The middle-aged man surnamed Zhou waved his hand and said.
"A few hundred dollars is not bad. Although this stove is not a Xuande stove, it has some years. I guess it was imitated by craftsmen in the Republic of China. Now, it can be worth tens of thousands of dollars." Huang Deguang said with a smile.
From tens of millions, to worthless, to worth tens of thousands, the middle-aged man's expression changed extremely.
But when he thought that he had only spent a few hundred yuan, he put on a bright smile again: "It was made in imitation of Xuande furnace in the Republic of China, and it was appraised by experts to ensure authenticity. Anyone want 3 yuan?"
The next moment, he had already yelled to drive away.
Without shouting a few words, the stove was bought for 3 yuan.
"Thank you, Mr. Huang..." The middle-aged man took out a stack of banknotes and handed it to Huang Deguang. This is the appraisal fee for Huang Deguang.
"The appraisal fee is unnecessary this time." Huang Deguang waved his hand and said, "I'll ask you something."
"What Mr. Huang wants to know, I, Zhou Fugui, must know everything and talk endlessly." The middle-aged man patted his chest and said with a hearty smile.
"Have you received any Ming Qi recently?" Huang Deguang asked.
"Ming ware? Huang Lao, I dare not accept this thing." Zhou Fugui said with a smile: "You say I sell some fakes, I dare, but if you ask me to sell Ming ware, how dare I."
"I have a wife and son. I don't want to spend the rest of my life in prison."
Panjiayuan itself is a market where real and fake products are mixed, where sellers sell fake products, and buyers want to pick up leaks, making money or losing money depends on eyesight.
It is not illegal for Zhou Fugui to sell counterfeit goods, but it is not illegal to sell open objects.
Huang Deguang shook his head and said, "It's fine if you don't sell it, but do you know anyone who sold it recently?"
"Uh..." Hearing Huang Deguang's words, the corners of Zhou Fugui's mouth twitched, but he was unable to speak in the end.
They all hang out in Panjiayuan's house. If he mentions other people's names, won't it be a waste of money?
You must know that cutting off a person's fortune is like killing his parents, and the other party will definitely not let him have a good time.
"Old Huang, don't make things difficult for me, I really don't know." Gritting his teeth, Zhou Fuguo said.
"I don't know, I think you don't want to talk about it? Zhou Fugui, I can tell you that there is a big case of selling national treasures involved. It's fine if you don't know. If you don't tell me, don't blame me for covering you up." The name of the criminal."