Chapter 9： Make a fortune with blood

"Ming Chenghua's chicken tank cup is a masterpiece, many imitated in later generations, trying to have both form and spirit, but there are not many real successes."

"During the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty, when the Neifu was fired, I simply no longer adhered to the original work and directly used the famille rose technique, which had very good results. In addition to this point, the patterns of the two were very different. Doucai’s chicken tank cup is a picture of a “child and hen”, a hen with a chick foraging for food, and Qianlong’s “a picture of a naughty chicken show”, each rooster sings loudly, and there is a child in front of it. It's so cute, and there is the Qianlong imperial poem "Cast Cup" on the cup."

"The difference between the two is still very big."

Si Kongming shook his head helplessly as he said this. These are very basic knowledge, but for laymen, unless they know it specifically, they are absolutely confused. He knows that Cai Donglai has done enough homework before, but there are thousands of antiques. , It has to be studied for many years, and it is of little use to temporarily hold the Buddha's feet.

"The hen and the chick, as well as the beautiful view of the naughty courtyard above, are exquisitely depicted. For example, the pleats of people are clearly visible, and the texture of the rocks is extremely realistic. It seems to be far beyond the small cup drawn on paper and silk. Poems, calligraphy, and paintings are printed in one, which is very rare. For example, there are 132 characters in the poems above. The square inches can be arranged in an orderly manner and the layout of the chapters is exquisite. This is not easy at all."

"I won't talk about the color materials, they are rare things, the most eye-catching is the blue color."

"Song Yun, these chicken tank cups of yours are all fine products. My Jumbo Pavilion will open soon. How about selling them to me?"

Tang Miaomiao loves these chicken bowl cups. The rare boutique, Jumbo Pavilion will open soon. The biggest problem is that there are not enough antiques in the store. These chicken bowl cups are all good enough to be served on the table. Things, naturally do not want to let go.

"Hey!"

"Miao Miao, you can't be authentic to say that!"

"Let me give these cups!"

"I only have two hobbies in my life. One is of course antiques, and the other is drinking. I haven't been able to find any good things for a long time. I think these three cups are good, and they are suitable for drinking!"

"Miaomiao, don't grab it with me!"

When Si Kongming heard Tang Miaomiao say this, he quickly spoke.

"This can't work!"

"I can give you other things, these three cups are definitely not good!"

Tang Miaomiao was unmoved, and the elders stood aside in front of the good stuff. There was no emotion at all.

"Song Yun, you come to comment. Tang Miaomiao sees these three cups, and I also see them at the same time. It stands to reason that everyone should be able to compete fairly, and the higher price will get the higher price. There is no problem, right?"

Si Kongming was so experienced that when he saw Tang Miaomiao, he knew that he would definitely not want to cut his love. He immediately turned his head to work for Song Ming. The meaning of this is clear. It is a small bid, and the higher price will win.

"Old Mr. Sikongming, I am really embarrassed. This is just a cup I brought to Miss Tang Miaomiao. According to the rules of the antique shop, unless I don’t want it or I don’t accept the price, I will say these The cup is hers."

Song Yun shook his head. In the past few days, he has made up for the knowledge of antique collection and has learned some rules. One of them is that unless it is specifically stated, the first one has the right to bid first, and the next turn will be the next step. One.

Si Kongming was stunned for a moment, and he offered to bid. The prices of the chicken tank cups must have been raised these few times. In his opinion, it was a good thing for Song Yun, and he did not expect to be rejected.

"Old Sikong, you have nothing to say now, right?"

"The young people nowadays are still good, know how to behave!"

Tang Miaomiao laughed when he heard it, and while speaking, he gave Song Yun a thumbs up.

Si Kongming smiled helplessly and stopped speaking. Song Yun's meaning was already very clear. The important thing is that there are really not many people who follow the rules. It is very rare for Song Yun to do this, and there is no need to sabotage this thing.

"Qing Qianlong famille rose imperial poem chicken jar cups are rare exquisites, and there are three in total. They are of excellent quality and even more rare. The market price can sell for about 1 million each."

"Song Yun, the price I gave you is 1.2 million each, what do you think?"

Tang Miaomiao pondered for a while and made an official bid.

"Row!"

"Deal!"

Song Yun nodded, and immediately agreed. Before he came here, he went online to find out relevant information, and he knew that the price of Tang Miaomiao was very authentic, even a little higher than the market price.

Tang Miaomiao took out his mobile phone and transferred money to Song Yun.

Song Yun looked at the receipt message and couldn't help laughing.

"These cups, it is estimated that you have made another blood!"

Tang Miaomiao couldn't help being a little envious, knowing that he didn't need to ask at all, Song Yun must have bought these cups at a very low price.

Song Yun smiled and did not speak. He bought three cups in the second-hand market for ten yuan and sold them for 3.6 million. Tang Miaomiao was right. He made a handful of blood. This kind of thing cannot be said, and it will be beaten in every case.