The two people looked at each other calmly, and then Mu Yunbai looked around and found that except for the fat and white boss, there was no fourth person in the store.
And looking at the boss's presence, it seemed that he didn't hear the voice of the man who just spoke.
"This is an imitation bowl made during the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty.
Judging from the age, although it is not as old as the Northern Song Dynasty, it is still three to four hundred years old."
Tang Xiaoman was still playing with the small bowl, and the voice also continued.
"Then this bowl isn't very valuable."
Tang Xiaoman seemed to be talking to himself, but he was actually asking the expert whose voice he could only hear but whose body he could not see.
But these words did not sit well with the plump boss.
"Hey, little girl, this is an authentic Ru kiln bowl.
How can you say it's not valuable?"
The fat boss walked over, took the small azure bowl from Tang Xiaoman's hand and said, "Look at this color." , look at the shape of this vessel, and see how it can be imitated by modern craftsmanship.”
Tang Xiaoman smiled slightly at the boss: "It is true that modern craftsmanship cannot be imitated.
Maybe the craftsmen during the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty had some ideas."
When the boss heard this, his expression changed slightly.
Just when Tang Xiaoman thought the boss was going to get angry, he unexpectedly gave him a high-five and exclaimed: "An expert is an absolute expert."
Then he looked around to make sure there were no other people in the store, and then lowered his voice and said, "This was a slap in the eye when I started collecting in the early years, so I put it together with these worthless things. number."
"Please come upstairs, there are good things upstairs."
The shop owner smiled attentively.
"I won't go upstairs today."
Mu Yunbai said thoughtfully, "I'll go up another day to see the boss's collection."
Naturally, the boss didn't say much, he just smiled and greeted them to come back next time.
Just as they were about to leave Qingxin Pavilion, a man who looked like an old farmer came in cautiously holding a cloth bag.
"Boss, do you want to collect the things?"
the old farmer asked tentatively with a hoarse voice.
"Old man, if you have any good stuff, I can tell you the price."
The fat shop owner put the Buddhist beads on his wrist and pretended to be looking at the goods.
The old man hesitated for a moment, then opened the cloth bag in his arms, revealing a small black metal bowl with one side deflated.
"This bowl was handed down from my ancestors."
The old man held the small bowl in his hand and explained.
The shop owner picked up the small bowl and looked at it, and then he lost interest: "It's just a small silver bowl.
The workmanship is very rough, and it's not old enough."
"I don't know much about this."
The old man hesitated, "I only know that it has been passed down in our family for several generations."
"It has been passed down for several generations."
The shop owner smiled contemptuously, "Don't be ridiculous.
The latte art technique above is based on Western techniques.
Our country only had it in the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China.
This bowl of yours is, at best, It’s less than a hundred years old, and it’s in such poor condition.”
Speaking of this, the shop owner didn't continue talking, but still looked at the old farmer with a kind face: "You can't exchange it for a lot of money, so why don't you keep it for yourself as a thought."
"Boss, please exchange as much money as you can."
When the old man heard that, he almost begged, "My son is trying his best.
He will be admitted to college this year.
I can't let him have no money to study
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