Reborn Treasure Appraiser: I Really Didn’t Want to Be an Expert

Chapter 2 Pick a Few More Pieces
"Pfft..."

Laughter came from the bronzeware stall next to him, and Lin Sicheng turned around.

A man and a woman, both in their thirties, generally handsome and elegant, obviously intellectuals.

The man was studying a bronze mirror, and the woman looked at them with a smile in her eyes, "Excuse me!"

"fine!"

Lin Sicheng smiled and glared at Gu Ming, "Don't blame me!"

Gu Ming snorted and said nothing.

Lin Sicheng pointed and said, "Boss, how much is that book?"

"Which one, 'Yanhuang Chunqiu'?"

"Correct!"

"Three thousand!"

When he heard the price of three thousand, Lin Sicheng understood: although the stall owner was the boss, he really didn't know the value of the goods.

It's a small leak.

He asked tentatively, "Is your book inlaid with gold?"

The stall owner rolled his eyes and said, "Who told that idiot to say all my stuff is rubbish?"

Lin Sicheng was at a loss for words: You're such a grown-up, and you're still angry with a child?
"Bring it here and let me see it first!"

When he heard "Yanhuang Chunqiu", the man who bought the bronzeware looked up and glanced at the magazine handed to him by the newsstand owner.

The blue cover, slightly gray, looked quite old. At the top were four large characters: Yanhuang Chunqiu. Below that were seven or eight lines of title:
The tenth year of the Republic of China: the best era.

The Westernization Movement was the starting point of industrial prosperity.

……

The man was surprised: It really is "Yanhuang Chunqiu"?
At first glance, the title seems specious, hearsay, groundless, and even fabricated and distorted...it is more like street literature than street literature.

Look at the publication number again: "Chinese Yanhuang Culture Research Association", I have never heard of it, it is obviously a fake association.

I flipped open the article and read it again: it was all repetitive, with things I wanted to say but didn't dare to say, and the whole thing was filled with veiled speculation. It was worse than a storytelling session that cost 80 cents.

But only a very few people know that this book was created by a certain committee in 1989. Although it is not confidential, it is a serious internal reference. If you don't have enough clearance, you really can't see it.

Therefore, most people would not recognize it when they come across it and would just think it is a low-end magazine.

For example, Gu Ming flipped through it and exclaimed, "Who printed this book?"

"central!"

Thinking that Lin Sicheng was speaking in a sarcastic way, Gu Ming sneered.

The newsstand owner also laughed: "Print this?"

Hearing him say this, Lin Sicheng felt more confident and raised the magazine: "Just bargain!"

"three hundred!"

"thirty!"

The boss said neatly: "Give me the money!"

Gu Ming muttered, "You idiot! How can a price drop from 3,000 to 30 be any good? For 30, you can have two bowls of gourd tofu and even add half a pound of braised pork!"

"All you do all day is eat, eat, eat. Do you even eat shit?"

"If you eat, I'll eat!"

The two of them were like a crosstalk, the woman laughed non-stop and glanced at it: "Wang Qizhi, what book is that?"

The man lowered his voice: "Internal reference!"

"What?"

Shan Wangshu was stunned: That kid wasn’t talking nonsense, was it really published by a central government department?
But how did the internal reference material end up on the street stalls?

"A large circulation?"

"On the contrary, it's very low: when it was first issued, it was only submitted to provincial-level units, and later it was limited to central government agencies..."

"Then how did you recognize this kid?"

Wang Qizhi was stunned for a moment: Really?

That "central government" is definitely not nonsense.

Besides, if you buy this book as a magazine, three dollars would be too much. He spent thirty dollars on it, which shows that he knows the intrinsic value.

It can't be that there is someone in the family who is an official, and his rank is ridiculously high?

Look closely: he is very handsome, fair-skinned, and well-dressed, but his temperament is not quite like hers.

It's so peaceful, without even a hint of the arrogance of a second-generation rich kid.

The woman poked him again: "How much can it be sold for?" The man thought about it, stretched out his hand and spread out his five fingers.

"five hundred?"

"thousand!"

The woman opened her mouth: "Three months' salary for her? This child only cost thirty."

"Why didn't you see it just now?"

The man said confidently: "I'm here to buy bronzeware, not books."

The woman puffed out her cheeks.

……

After paying the money and leaving, the two parties passed each other by.

There were several objects at the man's feet: a bronze coin, a bronze sword, arrowheads, and ancient coins. But they were all fake, imitations.

The man also knew that it was a fake and was bargaining with the stall owner.

The woman stared at Lin Sicheng with curiosity.

"What is she looking at?"

"They should be curious: This guy looks quite smart, why is he carrying a porcelain hammer?"

Gu Ming pondered for several seconds before realizing who the young man was and who the porcelain hammer was, and he punched him.

Lin Sicheng dodged, paused, and squatted down again.

Gu Ming stretched his neck to take a look, secretly curling his lips: Waste paper is at least worth some money, but this time it has become rubbish?

But he didn't complain anymore, thinking that after paying the 600 yuan, he would be done with it, as long as Lin Sicheng could go home.

Lin Sicheng took a look around first: all the tiles were real.

Most of them are glazed tiles from the Ming and Qing Dynasties, there are also iron tiles after the Song Dynasty, and even Changle tiles from the Eastern Han Dynasty and Four-Elephant tiles from the Three Kingdoms period.

Unfortunately, most of them are broken pieces.

Looking at the young stall owner, Lin Sicheng sighed: "You have quite a variety of things, but why aren't there any whole ones?"

"My old father passed away, and we were in a hurry to divide the property. We sold the good ones a long time ago!"

Sure enough.

"What are the prices?"

"It depends on the dynasty. The most expensive ones are Han Dynasty tiles with inscriptions, followed by those with patterns, and then glazed tiles. Unglazed and patternless ones are cheaper! If you buy a lot, plain tiles are free."

Lin Sicheng nodded and picked a few pieces at random.

The couple next to them paid the bill but were in no hurry to leave.

As soon as the man stared at Lin Sicheng, the woman knew he wanted to buy the book. She curled her lips and looked at the broken tiles at Lin Sicheng's feet.

"Hey, why did he pick so many Suwa?"

Men are weird too.

As the name suggests, the tile end is used to block rain. The tile is like a "U"-shaped groove, and the disc in front is the "end".

Regardless of whether it is a word or a pattern, it will only be printed on the "dang", so the only thing that has collection value is the "dang". If it is just a piece of bare broken tile, it is basically worthless.

Lin Sicheng, however, did the opposite. He would choose seven or eight plain tiles before taking two as pawn.

He looked at the inscriptions on the "dang" surface, which seemed to be all Han Dynasty tiles. Then he looked at the curvature and shape of the broken tiles, and an idea struck him: "He wants to make a pot?"

"what?"

"Among purple clay teapots, there is a type called a Han-style tile teapot, which is made from Han-style tiles. However, the tiles are only used to make the bottom and lid, so they are rarely used. The tiles are used to shape the body of the teapot, so they are used more often."

"Expensive?"

"Look at the craftsmanship, a good one can go for tens of thousands!"

"He also knows this?"

"I might not know, but I've definitely learned it!" the man sighed. "And he's very knowledgeable. If nothing else, just look at the curvature of those tiles; they're perfect for making a pot!"

The woman was shocked: "How old is he?"

The two of them murmured, and Lin Sicheng had already picked out more than ten pieces. He spent a total of three hundred yuan, and the boss gave him a cardboard box as a gift.

After quickly packing it up, Lin Sicheng took it and stuffed it into Gu Ming's hands. As he stood up, his eyes lit up.

Wow, I really got a bargain?
Seeing him squat down again, Gu Ming was confused: "What's going on?"

"Pick a few more!"

(End of this chapter)