Chapter 32: [011] Collecting leaks in the antique market (3)

"Haha, this girl's tone is very loud, then you tell your uncle, how much did you buy this hemp wreath?" The man laughed.
"It's expensive, five yuan!" Yang Zi said with a raised eyebrow, her old-fashioned look, matching her childish and lovely face, made people look, could not help but want to reach out and pinch .
"Yeah, five dollars, it's expensive, haha." Many people laughed beside them, and thought the little girl was really interesting.
Yang Zimei didn't bother to care about them, and after the result of the appraisal came out, whoever laughed would say it.
Several of the items identified earlier were fakes. The uncle who had laughed at her last time spent 5,000 yuan on the blue-and-white vase that was bought. It was identified as imitating the blue and white, up to a hundred yuan. The vase broke.
Yang Zimei's small body stood at the high table in front of the appraiser. The appraiser saw only a small white hand holding a burly wreath of hemp, so he stood up and looked down at Yang Zimei.
"Uncle, please help me identify it!" Yang Zimei said arrogantly, earnestly.
The appraiser originally wanted her to go home and play, and glanced at the linen wreath, feeling a little special, so he borrowed it and carefully evaluated it.
The more he looked, the more surprised and solemn the expression on his face, the more carefully he looked, and he came up with a thick book, comparing it for a long time.
His attitude made bystanders smell something.
"Isn't it? Does this little girl get the real thing?"
"I heard that it was bought for five dollars, wouldn't it really be authentic?"
"A little boy knows what to pick up. I don't believe she can be so lucky and can pick up a real thing at will, so how can we live?"
"It's hard to say, Master Song's face is so solemn. I just didn't judge the ear stove so seriously."
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Everyone talked, and after seeing the appraisers for half an hour, they couldn't get any results. They were both turbulent and impatient.
For a long time, the appraiser carefully held the hemp wreath as if holding a baby, and asked Yang Zimei: "Little sister, what about your adult? I want to discuss something with them."
"Uncle, you have discussed it with me. This is something I bought myself. It has nothing to do with my parents. Moreover, my dad's leg was injured. He can't come in the hospital now."
"Adults can only discuss this. Are there other adults in your family? I'll help you call them."
"Uncle, do you want to say that this is the real thing?"
The appraiser nodded.
The crowd took a breath.
Oh my god, the stuff from these five dollars is actually the real thing, and the little girl's luck is just too good.
"Master Song, what's the origin of this hemp wreath? I think it's very ordinary." The owner of that ear stove just didn't leave, and asked curiously.
"This bronze year is from the Shang dynasty, and the gold technology has always been considered in our antique world to start in the Warring States Period, but this hemp wreath seems to subvert this statement." The appraiser's eyes flashed with excitement, "This is absolutely It will be an epochal discovery and treasure of the antique world! "
Yang Zimei didn't quite understand what he meant. He only knew that his hemp wreath had a long history and should be very valuable.
"How much is that worth?" The other person took a breath and asked carefully.
The appraiser shook his head, "This value is not something I can estimate. If it can be recognized by the antique world for its epoch-making significance, it is an invaluable treasure. It can be sold at sky-high prices. It is also worth thirty if it is calculated from ordinary bronze objects in the Shang Dynasty. Million. "
The crowd took another hard breath.
Not to mention the sky-high price, 300,000 was also sky-high for the people at the time. At that time, the house price was two to three hundred yuan per square meter, and three hundred thousand could buy ten sets of one hundred square meter houses. Now, it is a sister-in-class.