Rebirth: I am a first-line antique dealer

Sometimes it's like this. It's better to wake up and let people find the problem by themselves. People who don't understand the craftsmanship and have no experience can only explain it in the most simple way.

Ding Mao opened the exquisite packaging box, which contained bronze mirrors, and there were also several ancient coins in one of the brocade boxes.

"Uncle, can you find a wallpaper knife?"

"Yes, please wait a moment!"

Soon a wallpaper knife appeared in Ding Mao's hand. He was holding a large rare coin and carefully used the wallpaper knife to peel off a piece of rust. When the rust fell off, Yu Zejun frowned. stand up.

"all fake?"

Yu Zejun still asked unwillingly.

"They are all fake. Not to mention the copper quality, fire, craftsmanship, word mouth and other issues. Just the grafting rust is enough to explain everything, right?"

Ding Mao replied decisively.

Yu Zejun looked obviously defeated and remained silent for a long time.

Ding Mao looked a little distressed, but he couldn't let him make the same mistake again and again, so he thought about it and spoke again.

"Uncle, if you still don't believe it, I will go to the capital in two days. If you have nothing to do, you can go with me. Then you will know how many places I will take you to!"

After a moment of silence, Yu Zejun finally sighed deeply.

"Xiao Mao, you grew up under my uncle's watch. How come I don't believe you? I'm just a little unwilling. It seems that there is still a big gap between the knowledge in books and reality! Okay, then uncle will be there in a few days. If I go out with you, I will learn a lot!"

After all, Yu Zejun is not that kind of pedantic person. Although he likes it, he is not obsessed with it. There is still a gap between him and the real "National Treasure Gang"!

"By the way, Xiaomao, you can't let your aunt know these things!"

Ding Mao smiled knowingly: "Hey! Aren't you afraid that your aunt will count the skins for you when you spend money? Don't worry, I know the right amount!"

"You are so brave! You dare to make fun of your uncle!"

As he spoke, he hit Ding Mao on the head, but he didn't use any force.

The two of them chatted and laughed and returned to the living room. By this time, the food was basically ready.

Ding Mao didn't come out of Yu Zejun's house until nearly three o'clock in the afternoon. During this period, Yu Zejun and his wife frequently asked about the current situation of Ding Mao's parents and fellow villagers in the village.

During the afternoon training, Cui Yin still came to the sports school on time. Although the training in the morning made her back legs a little sore, she still gritted her teeth and persisted in the afternoon. This made Ding Mao even more impressed, and the teaching was also good. Extremely serious.

Due to the hot weather, the training session this afternoon will be relatively simple.

The training ended at around four o'clock in the afternoon, and Ding Mao returned home. After washing, he was about to cook when his father called.

"Hey, Xiaomao, are you busy right now?"

My father's voice came from the other side of the phone.

"Dad, training has finished early. You are not busy. Are you back from sheep-raising so early today?"

"It's your sixth grandma's birthday tomorrow. Your uncle and the others came back in the afternoon, so they didn't go to herd the sheep."

"Grandma Liu has her birthday tomorrow, so can I take the car back tomorrow morning?"

Ding Xian has always been considerate in his work, so Ding Mao thought that his father called because he wanted to go back by himself to pay his birthday to his sixth grandmother.

"You're busy training. If you don't have time, it's okay not to come back. I'm calling you because your brother Liang is looking for you. Just tell him!"

The "Brother Liang" in Ding Xian's mouth is the son of Ding Mao's sixth maternal uncle. He is four years older than Ding Mao and his name is Li Mingliang. His uncle is a very famous collector. He was very brilliant in his previous life and opened a shop. The museum slowly fell into decline after being robbed of hundreds of millions of dollars by a more trustworthy friend.

In the previous life, Li Mingliang helped his uncle's museum. Ding Mao received a lot of help when he was running an antique store, and he also received his guidance after he switched to antiques.

Li Mingliang took the phone and exchanged greetings: "Xiao Mao, I'm your brother Liang. I heard from my uncle that you also collect antiques. What do you think? It's good, right?"

Ding Mao hurriedly replied: "Hello, brother Liang, it's okay here! It's just a small matter, that is, taking advantage of the training to collect some single bottles of tea and big money, etc., there's nothing very good!"

"Well, take your time, maybe you'll find a good deal soon!"

"Yeah, well, I'll give Brother Liang some good words. By the way, my dad said you were looking for me. What's the matter, brother?"

"That's it. My uncle was lucky. He picked up a piece of Ding kiln porcelain while tending sheep in the morning. My uncle happened to be back. He saw it and wanted to buy it. My uncle said you also want this. I need to ask you. !”

Ding Mao on the other end of the phone couldn't help but be stunned. You can imagine how lucky his father was to be able to attract this person's attention.

"Brother Liang, I haven't seen anything, so I can't decide!"

"Try a white-glazed Ding kiln pot. My uncle previously offered 50 yuan. When I came to your house just now, he said that he could add up to 10 yuan. He needed some exhibits to open a museum, so he offered such a high price. The price is right, why don't you take a look and if you can ask for leave, come back tomorrow to see the actual product before making a decision."

Ding Mao thought for a while and knew that with this big shot's rank and his understanding of him in his previous life, the price offered should not be too low.

"Brother, can you tell me about this pot first?"

"White glaze printed teapot, no lid, to be honest, I think it can be sold! Both sides are relatives, it is impossible for me to talk to which side, but after all, that is my step-uncle, who has been married to my aunt for a few years, We don't have children yet, can we live together as one or two? So even if I am biased, I will definitely lean towards our side. You may not know my uncle. He loves face and dares to spend money. I didn't even think about him. Such a high price! If you are worried, come back and take a look and you will know!"

"Hey! What did Brother Liang say? I used to chase after you when I was little, so why should I worry about you? Let's do this, brother, give the phone to my dad and I'll have a word with him!"

At this time, Ding Mao had already decided to sell. There were two reasons. First, he did not want to touch or keep this kind of old kiln. After all, the big case that shocked the circle in his previous life was still vivid in his mind. In addition, he once had a friend who was involved in two cases. The three-legged pottery was not very valuable and was fined a lot!

Another reason is that although he does not play in old kilns, he does know some about the market. Even if a white-glazed ewer of this era were taken to an auction house, the price would be only 50 million, not to mention that it is still an unsealed one. Yes, even if you get a high price, there will still be a commission, and it’s also quite troublesome.

Another thing is that he knew a little bit about this big shot in his last life. His uncle once complained about him a lot. He sometimes didn’t carefully inspect the things sent by acquaintances. In addition, he did go beyond the limits and accepted a few things he liked. thing.

"Dad, where did you pick up this pot? Is there any official inscription on the bottom of the pot? What kind of pattern is it probably like?"

Ding Mao still asked again.

"I didn't pick this thing up, it was Old Yangtou from Majiao Village who insisted on exchanging a pack of cigarettes with me!"

With that said, Ding Xian picked up the Ding kiln pot, turned it over and looked at the bottom.

"There is no official word or anything like you said. As for the pattern, it's a bit like feathers and a bit like tree leaves!"

Hearing this, Ding Mao already felt confident.

"Well, if I had known earlier, Dad, I think this pot can be sold for 60 yuan. The price is not low!"

"You don't want to keep it?"

Although there was a lot of money, Ding's father still wanted to keep it for his son.

"Dad, I don't want to keep it. This thing may cause trouble in the future, so I might as well sell it!"

"Okay, then I'll sell it, and then I'll deposit the money into your card, and you can keep it for receiving the goods!"

"Dad, I have money here. You can keep it for my mother and you can spend it!"

In his previous life, his father worked hard for him, but in the end he did not enjoy much happiness. He was not even willing to buy a few good clothes to wear. Therefore, Ding Mao still wanted to leave the money to his parents so that they could be more comfortable, at least they could afford it. Eat and wear something nice.

"Your mother and I don't need money. Besides, I don't have a bank card. It's not safe to have so much cash. We have also discussed that after the autumn harvest this year, we will sell all the sheep and livestock. Go to you, you I have to help you take care of those things!"

Thinking back to his previous life, Ding Mao's eyes were already a little wet at this time.

"Okay, dad, come up with my mother after harvesting. I went to Uncle Yu's house today, and he was still talking about you! He said that when you come up, I must take you to his house as a guest!"

"Well, your Uncle Yu is a good man and he likes you too. You can walk around there more and tell your Uncle Yu that when we get up there, we will definitely go to his house for a visit! Okay, I won't tell you anymore. We'll settle down later. It's time to get off work at the bank, so I'll quickly ask him to transfer the money to you. Please check it carefully!"

"Well, good dad!"

After hanging up the phone, Ding Mao had a lot of thoughts and emotions!

At noon, I saw a piece of fake Jun porcelain at Yu Zejun's house. In the afternoon, news came that my father had picked up a Ding kiln and someone offered it a high price. It was really good luck after being reborn.

In his previous life, his family also raised sheep, but because he was recovering from his injuries at home, he was tending sheep this time. Let alone Ding Kiln, he had never even picked up an ordinary Song Dynasty coin.

Although my father didn't pick it up himself, he exchanged it for a pack of cigarettes, which is no different from picking it up.

After looking at the time, it was already around 04:30. Ding Mao packed up again, then carried his backpack and rode his motorcycle to the bank.

At about five o'clock, I checked the balance and confirmed that the money had been transferred. After returning home, I called my father to tell him.