ghost eye appraiser

In the next few days, Chu Chen and Han Rui wandered around the Antique Street every day, hoping to find more clues.

However, the man who stole King Yu Ding seemed to have noticed this, and he didn't show up again for several days.This reminded Chu Chen of what the man said to him: You can't catch me.

A little thief who has the guts to commit crimes under Long Qian's nose, whose power is behind him?

The little thief is now hiding in Sitang Street. There are many forces spreading here. Even Long Qian dare not take it easy, because the relationship involved is too complicated.

The most important thing is that they have no evidence to catch the little thief, not only Yu Wang Ding, but also the whereabouts of Simu Yi Fang Ding are not very clear.

In addition, the traitor who was lurking in Guiqiu Hall had to be found out. If he hadn't cooperated inside and outside, the King Yu Ding Ding would not have been stolen so easily.

Chu Chen put his hands in his pockets, while thinking about the past few days, he walked through the flea market with Han Rui. The dazzling array of antiques and second-hand goods, in his eyes, are as distinct as black and white, and others need to get them closer After looking at the things for a long time, he can tell the truth from a distance.

Chu Chen is an outlier among the ghost masters of the Chu family, but he doesn't regret having these ghost eyes at all, even though sometimes he can't tell whether the person in front of him is a human or a ghost.

Just as he was thinking, Han Rui suddenly stopped in his tracks. Chu Chen followed his gaze and found a half-century-old man sitting in a corner a few meters away. Sitting on the pony saddle with his head down.

The clothes worn by the old man were very old, but they were cleaned cleanly. A palm-sized copper ink cartridge was placed under his feet. The copper ink cartridge was tightly wrapped by several layers of old newspapers, and only the lid was half exposed.

Seemingly aware of the old man's bad manners, a few unscrupulous street vendors around looked at the copper ink cartridge under his feet, and began to find fault with him, saying that the ink cartridge was a Xibei product, worthless, so don't show it to embarrass yourself.

Han Rui couldn't see the old man being bullied the most, so he walked over and glanced coldly at those people, and said in a low voice, "How much is this box, I want it."

Don't look at Han Rui's straightforward words, in fact, he doesn't even know what the box is for, Chu Chen looked funny from behind, so he followed him and whispered in his ear: "You know what this box is for?" real or fake?"

Han Rui was poked in the sore spot by Chu Chen, and remained silent with a stern face.

Seeing Han Rui's ignorant look, those peddlers laughed and said, "Brother, don't think that what the old guy sells must be old. This box looks like a new imitation, and it has never been used. If you really I want to buy it, I have a lot better than this one." He said and quickly took several ink cartridges of different sizes from his booth and handed them over.

Chu Chen smiled, raised his hand to separate the hand that was about to reach out to Han Rui, knelt down and took out the copper ink cartridge from the old newspaper, put it in his hand for a closer look, and asked, "Master, are you planning to sell this box?" How many?"

The old man kept his face straight and serious, when he heard someone asking about the price, he said bluntly, "Two thousand."

When the small vendors heard these two words, they laughed at the same time, laughing at the old man who opened his mouth.

Chu Chen opened the lid of the box and looked inside. He saw that the copper ink box was perfectly preserved. Not only did the mouth and inkstone not show signs of damage or use, there was even no silk floss, let alone ink marks and other stains. Now, look at the box cover again, the calligraphy is generous and concise, the lines are firm and smooth, crisp and profound, you can tell at a glance that it is a famous artist's handwriting, not to mention that there are three words "Yin Sheng Ke" engraved next to it.

Chu Chen closed the lid, put the copper ink cartridge back into the newspaper, and said with a smile: "Isn't it too bad that the works of master Chen Yinsheng, a famous copper engraver in the late Qing Dynasty, only sold for two thousand? Although there is no sign of this copper ink cartridge being used, it is also It cannot be judged as a fake based on this, and it is understandable to keep it as a collection if it was given as a gift by a famous artist, and if it was given to me, I would be reluctant to use it.”

As a famous bronze engraver from the late Qing Dynasty to the Republic of China, Chen Yinsheng was able to capture flowers, birds, fish, insects and landscape figures with ease, and his calligraphy works are so smooth and flowing that many imitations of his name appeared later.

However, for things like ink cartridges, old ones are not necessarily old, new ones are not necessarily new, used ones are not necessarily valuable, and unused ones are not necessarily worthless.

In recent years, there are often counterfeiters who deliberately forge genuine products. They use methods such as smoking, medicine soaking, acid biting, and waxing to make old ink cartridges. A layer of fake coating is formed on the surface of the ink cartridges, which looks very old. Calligraphy engraving is covered, and it is not easy to fade even if it is washed.The silk floss inside the box was stained with ink, and it looked dry and hardened, and when it was opened, black ink scum fell off.

But a new imitation is a new imitation. If something is not up to date, no matter how old it is, it will be seen as fake. On the contrary, it is not as attractive as those well-preserved genuine products.

The peddlers around heard that this was Chen Yinsheng's work, and they all showed horrified expressions, they had no idea that the thing in the old man's hand was actually the real one, and some people even yelled beside him: "Young man, don't miss it! "

Han Rui didn't know who Chen Yinsheng was, nor did he know how precious his works were, but when he heard Chu Chen say that this thing was real, the corner of his mouth curled up, and he wanted to call someone to bring the money.

"It seems that I still have some eyesight." Han Cainiao thought proudly.

At this time, a man with a birdcage came over, and when he saw Chu Chen, he took three steps instead of two, trotted up to him, and said, "Oh, brother Chu, what wind brought you here, Why don't you go to my place, what's there to see in this flea market?"

Turning around, Chu Chen saw the man in Tang suit, with a cigarette in his ear, and a birdcage in his hand. He was the old seventh in Zhao Laixin's mouth, so he smiled and said, "I'll accompany the young master over here... Listen to the old man Zhao said you went to his shop again recently?"

"Where can I go? I dare not go." Lao Qi brought the cage in front of him and said, "Look at my cage, it's from the late Qing Dynasty, look at the birdcage hook, look at the bird food jar, tsk tsk... ..."

Chu Chen held up the birdcage and glanced at it, touched the hook of the birdcage, and said in shock: "Pick your eyes out, this is obviously an old imitation of the Republic of China."

Different from the new imitations, the old imitations refer to the Ming and Qing Dynasties or the period of the Republic of China. Although they also have a certain value, they are not as valuable as the real ones.

Lao Qiyi heard that it was an old imitation, glanced up and down with wide eyes, and asked, "Brother Chu, you read that right, is it really an old imitation?"

"Nonsense." Chu Chen squinted his eyes and looked again, admiring: "The imitation is not bad, and it can be worth tens of thousands."

If it wasn't for my ghost eyes, I would still have to look away, Chu Chen thought.

"I thought it was really a Baqi boy who carried it in his hand." Lao Qi sighed, glanced at the copper ink cartridge on the ground out of the corner of his eye, and suddenly yelled "Yo yo".

"This box is not bad." He held the ink cartridge and said, "Brother Chu, have you seen this ink cartridge?"

Chu Chen nodded, glanced at Han Rui who was silent beside him, and said to Lao Qi: "The real thing, although not as valuable as your birdcage, is still a famous product."

"That's Chen Yinsheng's." Lao Qi stroked his chin and sighed, "I didn't think I would find something today."

He knelt down and wrapped the box with newspaper, and asked the old man, "Grandpa, can you share this box with me?"

The old man nodded and stretched out his hands to make a gesture of two.

Lao Qi was taken aback, looked at the old man in surprise, then turned his head to look at Chu Chen, saw the other party nod his head, and said with a smile: "You are selling it as an ordinary box, how about it, I will give you four thousand five , you still have something like this at home, how about showing it to me?"

Seeing that the old man's things had already been bought by someone, Han Rui was relieved and at the same time felt a little strange. He saw that the old man came from a decent family and would not be reduced to selling things in a flea market, so he went up to ask, and this is what happened. Knowing that something happened to the old man's family recently, his wife was admitted to the hospital and needed money for medical treatment, but the old man was scraping together but still had a few thousand less. In desperation, he had to take out the family's ancestral treasures, hoping to get enough money money for medical treatment.

On the way back, Lao Qi suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly said to Chu Chen: "Brother Chu, do you know that there was a murder case in Baisha Villa recently?"

Chu Chen has been busy with Han Rui for the past few days, so he naturally didn't know about this kind of thing, so he replied, "Just that newly built villa complex? Who was killed?"

Lao Qi said: "It is said that they are a group of people from other places. They don't seem to be serious people. You haven't seen it. The one who died was miserable. His neck was cut off, and some limbs were gone."

Chu Chen raised his eyebrows and said, "What's the matter, did you see it?"

Lao Qi smiled and said: "How is that possible? I heard it from others, but there was a report on the appearance of the deceased in the news. I took a look and saw that a few of them had appeared at the auction a while ago, so they followed the auctioneer." The men from Fang Ding, the mother, sit at the same table."

"Really?" Not only Chu Chen, but even Han Rui's eyes lit up.

"Hey, is it interesting for me to lie to you?" Lao Qi raised his eyebrows and said, "I also went to the auction that day in Guiqiu Hall, and I was sitting at a few tables next to him, and I happened to see that kid, but the people at their table were all big and three rough, It doesn't look like an insider, I reckon they went with that kid, aiming to take down Fang Ding, the master of ceremonies."

After listening to Lao Qi's words, Chu Chen immediately got concerned, he nodded and talked nonsense with Lao Qi, and then took Han Rui back to Guiqiu Hall.

Both of them knew in their hearts that this unintentional inquiring news was exactly the clue they needed.The reason why those people were murdered was probably the internal strife caused by Yu Wang Ding.

After finding out the location of Baisha Villa, Chu Chen closed the door of the president's office and said, "Let's sneak in tonight and have a look, maybe we can find something useful."

Han Rui put down the phone, walked to the sofa and sat down, hummed weakly, then raised his head against the back of the sofa, raised his hands to cover his eyes, and saw through his fingers that the man was sorting out materials at the desk with his head down.

Han Rui's heart moved, and he suddenly asked, "Hello, Chu Chen..."

"Ah."

"Why are you helping me like this?"