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

Chapter 89: The Imperial Court of the Qing Dynasty
Lin Sicheng was stunned: Ye Anning's attitude was so firm, this was definitely a long-planned plan.

Since you have been planning to do this for a long time, why didn’t you buy it?

Suddenly, he realized: Ye Anning was not interested in the calligraphy, but the anger that was pent up in his heart.

Teacher Ma made a fuss for half a month, and his colleagues laughed at him for more than half a month. Even the leader had a subtle attitude. It was obviously not difficult to solve, but it was delayed for half a month.

Most people would have given up long ago, but Ye Anning was neither aggrieved nor angry. He was clearly in the middle of it, but he just acted like a spectator?
Just waiting for this day.

Just as I was secretly admiring him, Wang Qizhi coughed and said: Do you two treat me like air?

And at this moment, in this feeling, in this scene...where do these emotions of yours come from?

If Wang Qizhi thinks this way, what about others?
No matter how I look at it, I feel like these two are flirting.

The woman laughed out loud: "He really is your boyfriend?"

Lin Sicheng ignored her and looked at Ye Anning: "Do you want to resign?"

Ye Anning shook his head firmly: "No thanks!"

If she wanted to quit, she would have done so half a month ago and would not have waited until today.

Even in the future, I will not quit: I have connections, but I am more capable and strong...

"it is good!"

Lin Sicheng nodded heavily, picked up the broken shaft and put it into the box.

Then he looked at the two leaders and asked, "Must I retreat?"

The leader shook his head even more firmly than Ye Anning: "We must retreat!"

We conducted fiber tests on the mounting paper, blue silk, and the painting core: the former two date back to the early Yuan Dynasty, but the latter suddenly dated to the late Ming Dynasty, a difference of nearly three hundred years.

The ink from several seals was also tested: of the four, two dated to the late Ming Dynasty (one of which was Xiang Molin's imitation of Zhao Mengfu's Sanskrit seal), contemporaneous with the paper fibers. But the remaining two dated to the mid-Qing Dynasty?
That means there is a difference of another four hundred years, plus the previous three hundred years, a full seven hundred years. If this isn't a fake, what is it?
As for where it came from or who imitated it, there is no need to look at it.

Only a complete newbie like Ye Anning, who had just graduated from college, naively thought that he had picked up a treasure, and kept saying, "Even if it is an imitation, it is still the work of a famous artist."

But how many famous people are there in the world?
Lin Sicheng looked at the woman again: "Teacher Ma, what should we do?"

"I do not care!"

The woman sat up straight, stretched out her hand, and pointed directly at Ye Anning. "She said that if the publicity and operation are in place, the starting price will be at least one million... So, it's okay if you don't bid on it, just buy this calligraphy. My request is not high: one million!"

"Ha, one million!"

Lin Sicheng laughed out loud, giving people the feeling that he was mocking: How dare you ask for it?

In fact, he was really happy: Only one million?

Then, Lin Sicheng shook his head again, "Teacher Ma, please explain it nicely!"

The woman's eyes lit up: Do you want to buy this little puppy?

Want to be a hero and save the beauty?
Secretly guessing, she looked him over and over again: he was good-looking, well-spoken, and a very good kid. Standing next to Ye An Ning, it was no exaggeration to say, "A talented couple, a beautiful woman."

Combined with what Lin Sicheng had asked before: Will you resign or not... the woman became more and more certain that he just wanted to be a hero and save the damsel in distress.

But Baoli would never take it back, and he would not let it go, and Ye Anning was unwilling to resign. What should he do?
The problem can only be solved from the root: Isn't it enough to collect this calligraphy?
It’s the best of all worlds...but the question is, do you have that much money?

The woman was still suspicious, and Lin Sicheng nodded at the table again:
"The edge of the mounting paper was sampled, and the edge of the painting paper was sampled more than once? I guess Teacher Ma also had it tested before sending it to Baoli. So, you knew it was a fake, right?"

"It's a replica, yes, but it's a Dong Qichang replica... She said that herself, and you heard it, right? So, I'm not done with her for missing a million!"

The woman glared at Ye Anning fiercely, then turned back and said, "Stop talking so much nonsense. Just tell me whether you're going to buy it or not."

Why don't you buy what I said to you?
Lin Sicheng nodded: "Buy it, but the origin must be clear and the price must be reasonable!" "Of course the origin is clear: I bought this from Northeast China eight years ago, and I even have the invoice... As for the price, what do you think is a good price, 900,000 or 800,000?"

The woman laughed and squinted her eyes, as if asking: Do you have money?
Lin Sicheng said nothing and took out his bank card.

Suddenly, Teacher Ma's eyes lit up: "You're really a little puppy, so eager to protect your daughter. I just provoked you a little, and you fell for it?"
But don’t be too tight, what if it gets unhooked?

She gritted her teeth and said, "800,000, it can't be any lower... Otherwise I'll come here every day!"

"it is good!"

Lin Sicheng was incredibly straightforward. He pushed his bank card forward without even a frown. "Excuse me, leaders, please ask the finance department to handle the formalities!"

The woman smiled and said: Oh my God, where did this sucker come from?

The two leaders looked at each other.

They had imagined countless times how Ye An Ning would solve this matter, but they never thought that it would be by throwing money at it?
But then again, one is willing to fight and the other is willing to be beaten.

The deputy director nodded. "In that case, the company will be selling on consignment, and we'll need to add a 10% commission. However, we'll only issue a three-party transaction contract, and we won't put any seals or stamps on the works."

Lin Sicheng was calm and composed, showing off his rich attitude to the fullest: "It's okay, the commission is mine!"

Having saved another 80,000 yuan, the woman was even happier and followed the director and supervisor to handle the formalities. Ye Anning was the person in charge, so of course he had to go too.

Several people went to the finance office, and it was only at this time that someone came and served them two cups of coffee.

Wang Qizhi stirred the coffee slowly, his eyes becoming more and more strange.

It was because Lin Sicheng and Ye Anning's expressions were too realistic. They looked like flirting and led him astray.

It was not until Lin Sicheng took out his bank card that he realized: Lin Sicheng wanted to buy that calligraphy.

And how poisonous are Lin Sicheng's eyes?
Internal reference, Li Zicheng's iron certificate, Pu Xinyu's feather duster, Tantric Buddhist statues, Qing Yongzheng enameled sunflower-shaped plate...

It was like starting from nothing to something. In less than a month, Lin Sicheng had made nearly two million just by picking up bargains.

Not to mention the backflow teapot from the Cultural Relics Company, the Hetian white jade lion paperweight from the Authentication Center, and the Kangxi imitation Xuande scripture pressing furnace that I just saw...

So, without any certainty, would he dare to pay 800,000?
Wang Qizhi lowered his voice and asked, "Is it really Dong Qichang?"

"Yes teacher!"

"How sure are you?"

"Nine percent!"

What’s the difference between this and 100%?
Wang Qizhi mostly believed it: after all, Ye Anning’s university education was not in vain, and all those years spent in the Forbidden City were not in vain, and Lin Sicheng’s vision was obvious to all.

It is not difficult to determine whether a piece of calligraphy is an imitation of Dong Qichang.

Comparing the market prices of Dong Qichang's works in the past two years, if the calligraphy was a complete scroll of Chinese characters, it would be worth at least four or five million.

It's a pity it's a broken scroll, so the price should be cut by at least half. It's in Sanskrit, and it's a copy, so the price has to be cut by half again... With this calculation, it's at most one million.

Fortunately, at least I didn’t lose money.

But the prerequisite is that Ye Anning and Lin Sicheng were not mistaken.

"Besides the writing, is there any other evidence?"

"Have!"

Lin Sicheng picked up the coffee cup and covered his lips: "It has the seal of the Imperial Court of the Qing Dynasty!"

What is this thing...hidden within the Qing court?
Wang Qizhi widened his eyes: Lin Sicheng, are you kidding?
(End of this chapter)