Grand Collection

After waking up Meng Xin, the three of them braved the cold wind and rushed to the Emerald Hotel. As soon as they entered through the back door, they saw Wang Baxian leaning against the wall and smoking a cigarette. Seeing them, they threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out, and greeted them in a low voice, " Didn't let others see it?"

Kong Xin pulled off his mask, "Don't you even look at what time it is, who is full and is out shopping in the middle of the night?"

"Be careful of sailing for ten thousand years! You stupid big carrot," Wang Baxian scolded angrily, raising his hand to cover his forehead, "Oh my dear, you can grill lamb kebabs now, do you have a cold?"

"It's only 39 degrees, don't make a fuss," Kong Xin brushed his hand away, "Where is the business?"

"You're making money," Wang Baxian slapped him on the head, "Come with me!"

The three of them followed him around in the pitch-black hotel, and came to a closed door. Wang Baxian stood at the door and lit a cigarette, then turned to look at Kong Xin, "39 degrees...well, Can't burn your brain?"

"Get out of here," Kong Xin said angrily, "What good thing is that?"

Wang Baxian took a deep breath of the cigarette, the narrow corner was filled with smoke, he said in a hoarse voice, "You have never seen such a good thing in your life."

"Okay, I see," Kong Xin stretched out his hand to push the door, but the door remained motionless.

"Put away your cheap claws!" Wang Baxian slapped his hand off, walked forward, knocked a few times, and the door opened from the inside.

As soon as he entered the door, Luo Zigeng frowned. There was a strange rancid smell in the room, which made people feel uncomfortable. He looked at the two men sitting by the bed and couldn't help becoming vigilant.

Wang Baxian introduced, "This is my distant relative, and that is his brother, a local, who has a good product in his hand. He came to me. I saw it, and then I came to you."

Kong Xin walked over, and his eyes fell on a cloth bag on the table, "Brother, if you have any good stuff, take it out and have a look."

The men exchanged glances, and the older one stood up and opened the cloth bag. Luo Zigeng gasped for breath—as the cloth bag gradually fell, a long-necked round-bellied vase with azure glaze gradually appeared in front of everyone. Moisturizing, under the light, Baoguang is restrained and exquisite.

"Boss Kong is an expert," the man looked like a heavy smoker, with a hoarse voice, and said in a low voice, "There is no need for us brothers to hide it."

Kong Xin didn't get started for the time being, but just stared at the flask for a while, and replied when he heard the words, "What do you say?"

Old smoker: "This long-necked bottle was dug out by my brothers in a large tomb of the Song Dynasty."

Kong Xin raised his head and looked at him in surprise.

Luo Zigeng's heart sank, and something flashed through his mind. He remembered the smell he smelled as soon as he entered the door. It was the smell of corpses!

The state is severely cracking down on tomb robbery, and Kong Xin will not be unaware of it, but with his pissy nature, he will take advantage of loopholes if he does not keep it together...

Thinking of this, Luo Zigeng couldn't help but say, "Brother Kong, tomb robber..."

Before he finished speaking, Meng Xin touched him suddenly. Luo Zigeng was slightly surprised, looked over, and found that his eyes were relaxed, obviously not affected by the tomb robbery at all, he couldn't help being puzzled, and turned to look at Kong Xin.

"Tomb robbery is a technical job," Kong Xin continued calmly. He squinted his eyes and looked at the man with a somewhat incredulous tone, "You don't think you can fool me by putting this thing in a latrine for two days. right?"

Luo Zigeng: "..."

He noticed that the corner of Meng Xin's mouth, who had always been calm, also had a sneer, and he thought that they both could see it, right?Although he knew that the two of them were old fritters who had been struggling for many years in the antique business, and their experience was so rich that he could not hold a candle to him, but in such an intuitive comparison, Luo Zigeng still inevitably felt ashamed.

Kong Xin wore a big mask on his face, his forehead was messily hung on his forehead, only a pair of eyes were exposed, and the light was very bright. He glanced at the two people mockingly, and said coldly, "Since I am willing to soak in the latrine, I must It's not worth much by itself."

"You can't say that," the big smoker said slowly, "Boss Kong concluded that our goods are worthless before he gets started, that's too arbitrary."

Kong Dao said, "Of course I don't need to use it. Let my apprentice tell you how much this thing is worth. Luo Zigeng, go!"

"Yes," Luo Zigeng replied, walked to the table, and took out the microscope.

As he looked at it, sweat broke out on his brow. This long-necked and round-bellied vase is really beautiful, with regular shape and pure glaze color. If it weren’t for Kong Xin’s tone of voice that he had already determined that this thing was fake, Luo Zigeng would have slapped the table in amazement: What a rare porcelain that is not inferior to your officials!

There was no words in the room for a while, and everyone's eyes were on his hands. This was the first time Luo Zigeng had a serious appraisal in front of people. He looked calm and relaxed, but inside he already had a hundred grass-mud horses galloping back and forth.

The long-term accumulation of knowledge told him that this long-necked bottle is genuine no matter where it looks!

But he knew it was wrong.

Kong Xin's attitude was one reason, and the reason that made him more certain was that from the moment he got started, he felt that it was an imitation, and the idea seemed to pop out of his mind.

No reason, no reason, just a gut feeling.

He instinctively thought that this thing was an imitation.

The old smoker and his brother exchanged glances, they took out their cigarettes and lit them, and said in a hoarse voice, "Little brother, tell me the truth about how much the bottle is worth."

Luo Zigeng subconsciously looked at Kong Xin, and found that this person was looking at him with a smile that was not a smile, and he looked like a fucker who didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement.

"Brothers, don't worry," Kong Xin said with a smile to the two people, "Although my apprentice hasn't graduated yet, his eyesight is definitely nothing to say, right, Xiao Meng?"

Meng Xin nodded, "Yes."

Luo Zigeng was distracted thinking that this bastard surnamed Kong, who has a fever like this and still refuses to let go, isn't this just looking for trouble and needs to be dealt with!

"This long-necked round-bellied bottle..." he hesitated, "the shape is regular and the glaze color is pure, but..."

Old smoker: "But what?"

Luo Zigeng looked at Kong Xin subconsciously, and the two looked at each other. Kong Xin's eyes seemed to be painted, deep and quiet, like a spring of cold pools, which made Luo Zigeng calm down instantly. Sliding slowly, said slowly, "But the film is a flaw."

There was a smile of appreciation in Kong Xin's eyes.

Luo Zigeng immediately felt relieved, "This vessel is covered with ice cracks, and the cracks are obvious, but the cracks are not deep enough. Look at its bottom feet." He turned the flask over, "The sesame-shaped branch burn marks are also fragrant gray, but The color is too dark, the texture of the tire is rough and loose, and the imitation is an imitation, no matter how similar the imitation is, it will not be able to replicate the charm of the real product.”

After finishing speaking, he carefully put the flask back on the table, stepped behind Kong Xin, and asked softly, "Brother Kong, am I right?"

"Yes, or not, it depends on what this old man thinks." Kong Xin glanced at Wang Baxian next to him, and slapped his head as if he just remembered, "Well, there is also our beloved Baxian Wang Qiansui."

"Hahaha," Wang Baxian laughed three times bluntly, and then said seriously, "What are you talking about me, this king has never been in the world."

The old smoker slowly put away the flask, his gloomy gaze lingered on Luo Zigeng's face for a moment, then he suddenly smiled, "This little brother has good eyesight, I admire it."

Kong Xin lazily said, "Admiration, why don't you show the real good things?"

The man who had been sitting motionless by the bed dragged out a box from under the bed, carefully carried it to the table, opened it, and peeled off the anti-shock foam paper layer by layer, revealing a flask that was almost exactly the same as before.

Luo Zigeng: "!!!"

Comparing the two, the true and the false are immediately apparent.

In the dead of night, no one in the room spoke. After the rain, the azure porcelain stands quietly under the pale light. The shape of the vessel is simple, the glaze is moist, and the precious light is restrained.

Pa——Wang Baxian flicked on the lighter, lit a cigarette slowly, and said in a hoarse voice after the smoke, "Ashin, I didn't tell anyone about this time, only you."

Kong said, "I understand what you mean."

After finishing speaking, he took the microscope and flashlight from Luo Zigeng, walked to the table, and watched the flask carefully for a long time, bent down, and gently stroked the exquisite porcelain with both hands, and the ecstasy in his eyes gradually overflowed come out.

Embryo, glaze, shape, material, decoration, bottom, style... It took him nearly an hour for a mere flask.

"Xiao Meng," Kong Xin said softly, "what do you think?"

Meng Xin also looked at it for a long time, his white face showed no expression, but his eyes burst into madness. He looked at Kong Xin, and slowly uttered a word, "True."

Kong Xin nodded.

Luo Zigeng was full of suspicion, he knew these two people very well, Meng Xin was calm, and Kong Xin was sharp, so old Mr. Kong Yangshan was able to hand over the ancient and modern pavilion to the two of them, since he met them, this was the first time he saw them Simultaneous gaffe.

His eyes fell on the long-necked bottle. This bottle, which has been passed down for thousands of years, has such magical power!

"Brother," Kong Xin's voice trembled slightly, he lost control to the point where he couldn't hold his voice, "I don't own the Gujin Pavilion alone, we brothers have to talk."

"No problem," the old smoker said slowly, sitting on the bed with his legs crossed and smoking, "Boss Kong, you are a big master of antiques, and your eyesight is naturally much more accurate than our brothers. Let's discuss it next door, old devil. Even if you can't trust you, you can't trust the Eight Wise Kings, isn't that the truth?"

"Heh," Kong Xin laughed, turned around and walked out of the room first.

A group of people walked into the next door, and Kong Xin closed the door, "What is the psychological value of the other party?"

Wang Baxian leaned against the door with a cigarette in his mouth, and compared a number with his fat hand, "I didn't say it clearly, but I tried it out, and it's estimated to be this number."

Luo Zigeng was surprised, "8000 million? This is not an auction!"

Wang Baxian sneered, "You know what a bird, the price of a firewood kiln..."

"You only know a bird," Kong Xin retorted, "You don't even know a bird!"

"What the hell are you jumping on? I said Ronaldinho, you put a hairball on yourself?"

Kong Xin said confidently, "He is my apprentice."

"I don't admit it!" Wang Baxian pointed a cigarette butt at him, and mocked, "Did he kneel down, serve tea, and worship the patriarch? Did you become your apprentice as soon as you touch someone? You deserve it." Thinking of his master? Do you know the responsibilities of being someone else’s master? You’re a little bit of a whim, and now you’re a generation older than Wen Zhijun, aren’t you happy? Don’t even think about why Xiao Luo should be your apprentice. Let’s not talk about his relationship with the Wen family, let’s talk about the Luo family. Although Mr. Luo only bought but not sold back then, no one in the antique shop knew anyone. In 04 Christie’s autumn auction, he could throw five Billion, can you? Can you? Can you? You idiot...uh..."

Kong Xin stuffed the cigarette case directly into the guy's mouth.

Luo Zigeng suppressed a smile, "Don't bully me, Brother Kong, eight thousand years old, I think it's good to be his apprentice."

Wang Baxian took out a cigarette case and patted Kong Xin's face, then turned his firepower and yelled at Luo Zigeng, "That's pretty good, where can I find a master with such a low IQ? His head is a solid big radish, and he will be 100% taken by you in the future." Take it away!"

"Stop arguing," Meng Xin interrupted them with a gloomy face, "8000 million is not so easy for Gujin Pavilion, and there is not enough liquidity."

Kong Xin was puzzled, "How is it possible? A mere 8000 million..."

"I have collected too many things in the past two years. I collected more than 1 million when I went to Shanxi," Meng Xin said calmly, "and Sister Min came to take away 3000 million a few days ago."

"My sister?" Kong Xin was startled, "Why does she want so much money? Did my dad agree?"

Meng Xin was expressionless, "Their museum got a Kangxi famille rose cricket bowl from a British auction house, and she bought it and gave it to Wen Zhijun. I heard that the internal price was 800 million."

"Damn it!!!" Kong Xin was stunned, and murmured for a long time, "This prodigal bitch...my dad actually agreed to her paying for the little boy, how foolish..."

"What a silly face," Meng Xin frowned, "You really owe that mouth!"

Kong Xin supported his forehead, and said weakly, "How much can I get out of the account of Gujin Pavilion? Don't tell me that I don't even have 8000 million."

Meng Xin: "No."

Kong Xin fell softly on Luo Zigeng's shoulder, trembling, "I worked so hard to make money, so I raised a family of moths..."

Luo Zigeng was amused by his exaggerated reaction, and touched his soft chin, "Shall I lend you some?"

"Come on, how much money do you have? 20? 5000? Let's rest." Kong Xin waved his hand, thinking for a moment, "Xiao Meng, is there any problem with the transfer of [-] million to the account?"

Meng Xin nodded, "No problem, I can pay 1000 million by myself, can you take out the remaining 2000 million?"

Kong Xin thought for a while, and grabbed Wang Baxian, "Lend me 800 million."

"No way!" Wang Baxian struggled furiously, "You never repaid the money you borrowed from me! If I lend you any more, my fucking brain will be kicked by the donkey!"

"Fart you iron cock!" Kong Xin was also furious, "When did I not pay back?"

"When you were six years old, you lent me [-] cents to buy a porcelain egg, but you never paid it back!"

Kong Xin: "Damn!!!!"

The veins on Meng Xin's forehead burst out, and he said grimly, "You keep making noise, but it's just a firewood kiln. If you miss this time, it's a big deal to go out and pick another one!"

Both of them closed their mouths, Kong Xin turned his face angrily, "I don't have that much money, and time is so tight, so it's impossible to take out a loan," he said, tilting his eyes at Wang Baxian, "Someone is planning to spend their whole life I don't see my sister."

"Don't you want to be ashamed of the surname Kong?" Wang Baxian went crazy, stared at Kong Xin for a long time, compromised, and muttered, "500 million! Any more can only sell underwear."

Kong Xin snorted coldly, "It's a shame to sell your ass with your quality."

After the group discussed, Meng Xin said, "Kong Xin, you should try to keep the price down as much as possible later. If you really have to spend 8000 million, our Gujin Pavilion will be very sad in a short time."

Kong Xin nodded, "I know."

Luo Zigeng looked at his sickly face and frowned, "You still have a fever, don't be brave, let Brother Meng do the bargaining, or I can..."

Kong Xin waved his hand, "I'm fine, you can watch how I kill that old smoker later."