v10 Chapter 1365： Palm

"With your palm, we can rest assured."

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

Xuande furnace is a copper incense furnace that was designed and supervised by Zhu Zhanji of Emperor Xuanzong of the Ming Dynasty in the third year of Xuande of Ming Dynasty. Xuande furnace is the first copper ware cast by wind milled copper in China's history.

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

As long as it is identified as genuine, its value easily exceeds tens of millions.

There was once a Xuande furnace at Sotheby's auction house for 58 million yuan.

Huang Deguang squinted his eyes, observed carefully for a moment, and finally shook his head: "The hand feels good, but the fetal quality is not delicate enough, and there is a burr feeling at the beginning. Compared with the Xuande furnace that has been refined several times, there is a certain gap. "

"Lao Zhou, how much do you spend on this stove?"

"It's worthless, worthless, just a few hundred yuan. I was walking around the countryside that day, thinking I saw a big baby." The middle-aged man surnamed Zhou waved his hand and said.

"A few hundred dollars is not bad. Although this furnace is not a Xuande furnace, it has some vintages. I guess it should have been copied by craftsmen during the Republic of China. Now it can be worth tens of thousands of dollars." Huang Deguang said with a smile.

From tens of millions, to worthless, to tens of thousands of dollars, the expressions of middle-aged men turned extremely.

But when he thought that he had only spent a few hundred yuan, he put on a bright smile on his face: "Imitated Xuande furnace in the Republic of China, expert identification, guaranteed authenticity, does anyone want 30,000 yuan?"

At the next moment, he was already shouting.

Without shouting, the stove was bought for 30,000 yuan.

"Thank you Huang Lao..." The middle-aged man took out a wad of banknotes and handed it to Huang Deguang. This was the identification fee for Huang Deguang.

"This time the appraisal fee is unnecessary." Huang Deguang waved his hand and said: "I'll ask you something."

"Lao Huang wants to know what, I, Zhou Fugui, must know everything and say everything." The middle-aged man patted his chest and smiled heartily.

"Have you received a light instrument recently?" Huang Deguang asked.

"Ming device? Huang Lao, I dare not take this thing." Zhou Fugui said with a smile, "You said I would sell some fakes, but I dare to sell it. How can I dare to sell it if you let me sell it."

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

Panjiayuaner itself is a mixed market of true and false, in which sellers sell fake goods, buy them and want to pick up, make money or lose money, everything depends on vision.

Zhou Fugui is not breaking the law to sell fakes, but selling Mingqi is not good.

Huang Deguang shook his head and said, "It's fine if it's not sold, then do you know anyone has sold it recently?"

"Uh..." Hearing Huang Deguang's words, Zhou Fugui's mouth twitched, but in the end he could not speak.

They were all mixed in Pan's homeland. If he named someone else's name, wouldn't this cut the way for people and money?

You must know that cutting off a person's wealth is like killing a parent, and the other party will definitely not make him feel better.

"Old Huang, don't make things difficult for me, I really don't know." Zhou Fuguo said through gritted teeth.

"I don’t know, I don’t think you want to talk about it? Zhou Fugui, I can tell you that there is a big case of selling national treasures. You don’t know, if you don’t know, don’t blame me for giving you a shelter. The name of the criminal."