Chapter 1365

"We can rest assured that you will give us the palm and the eye."

Soon, Huang Deguang picked up a copper stove with a diameter of about 30 cm.

Xuande furnace is a copper incense burner designed and supervised by Zhu Zhanji, Emperor Xuanzong of the Ming Dynasty, in the third year of Xuande reign of the Ming Dynasty. Xuande furnace is the first bronze ware made of wind mill copper in Chinese history.

Because of its exquisite shape, fine tire quality and thick start, his price is often very high.

As long as it is identified as genuine, its value easily exceeds ten million.

Once there was a Xuande stove sold at Sotheby's for 58 million.

Huang Deguang narrowed his eyes, observed carefully for a moment, and finally shook his head: "the handle is good, but the tire quality is not fine enough, and there is a burr feeling at the beginning. Compared with the Xuande furnace refined several times, there is a certain gap."

"Lao Zhou, how much did you pay for the stove?"

"It's not worth money. It's not worth it. It's only a few hundred yuan. I went around the countryside that day and thought I saw a big baby." The middle-aged man, surnamed Zhou, waved his hand.

"A few hundred yuan is good. Although this furnace is not Xuande furnace, it also has some years. I think it should be copied by craftsmen in the Republic of China. Now it can be worth tens of thousands of yuan." Huang Deguang said with a smile.

From tens of millions, to worthless, to tens of thousands in value, the middle-aged man's facial expression extremely circulates.

However, when he thought that he had only spent a few hundred yuan, his face changed into a brilliant smile: "the Republic of China imitated Xuande furnace, experts identified and guaranteed the genuine products. Did anyone want 30000 yuan?"

The next moment, he's yelling.

Without shouting, the stove was bought for 30000 yuan.

"Thank you, Mr. Huang..." The middle-aged man took out a stack of banknotes and handed them to Huang Deguang, which was the identification fee for Huang Deguang.

"The appraisal fee will not be used this time." Huang Deguang waved his hand and said, "I'll ask you something."

"Mr. Huang wants to know something. Zhou Fugui knows everything and says everything." The middle-aged man patted his chest and chuckled.

"Have you ever received an artifact recently?" Huang Deguang asked.

"Ming ware? Mr. Huang, I dare not accept it. " Zhou Fugui said with a smile: "you say I sell some fake goods, I dare, you let me sell Mingqi, how dare I?"

"I have a wife and a son. I don't want to spend the rest of my life in prison."

Pan jiayuan'er itself is a mixed market of authenticity and falsehood. In this market, sellers sell fake goods, buy them and want to find out whether they want to make money or lose money. Everything depends on their eyesight.

It's not illegal for Zhou Fugui to sell fake goods, but it's no use selling Ming ware.

Huang Deguang shook his head and said, "it's good if you haven't sold it. Do you know someone is selling it recently?"

"Er..." Hearing Huang Deguang's words, Zhou Fugui's mouth twitched, and he was unable to speak at last.

They are all living in pan jiayuan'er. If he names others, will it not cut off people's wealth?

You should know that cutting off a person's wealth is like killing his parents, and the other party will certainly not let him feel better.

"Mr. Huang, don't embarrass me. I don't know." Bite your teeth, said Zhou Fuguo.

"I don't know. I don't think you want to say that, do you? Zhou Fugui, I can tell you that it involves a big case of selling national treasures. If you don't know, don't blame me for setting up a name to cover up criminals. "