Chapter 317: A small bowl with ink and pastel colors in Yongzheng period, Qing Dynasty
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God Level Golden Eye
- White Horse God
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- 2021-02-01 06:56:15
"The boss?"
"Aren't you kidding me?"
"What you said is true?"
"Is this small bowl really worth so much money?"
Although Zhang Peng is honest, he is not a fool. He can tell by this time that the small bowl he bought for 300 yuan is very likely to be worth 600,000 yuan. Thinking of this, his My heart started pounding, and I couldn't control it.
"I said, what the is going on with your stall?"
"Do you know who these two people are?"
"Anyway, they say that as much money is worth as much money!"
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"You are rich!"
"Really good luck!"
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"Why didn't this kind of thing happen to me?"
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"People are really maddening than people!"
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The watcher yelled loudly.
"Song Yun!"
"Miss Tang!"
"Tell everyone, why is this small bowl worth so much money!"
"Tell me about its past and present lives!"
"Yes Yes!"
"Talk about it, let us have a long experience."
Tang Miaomiao looked at Song Yun and nodded gently.
"Row!"
"Then I will briefly tell everyone."
"This is a small open bowl, with the belly and bottom of the bowl tilted inward. If you look closely, you will find that the fetus of the small bowl is extremely thin. Under sunlight or light, it is almost transparent. The whole body is covered with white glaze and black The ink paintings of distant mountains, close to water, vegetation and old trees in thatched huts have an extraordinary artistic conception. This is the outer wall of the bowl. The inner wall of the bowl is made of pastels, which is bright and moving. This forms a strong contrast with the ink paintings outside."
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"The style is the six-character three-line regular script of the'Yongzheng Year of the Qing Dynasty'."
"This small bowl, whether it is from the tire or the glaze, plus the paintings on the inside and outside, is extremely exquisite. It is definitely a good thing for the official kiln."
"The Beijing Museum, including some overseas museums, have similar small bowls, which have also appeared in auctions, and some books have introductions."
"In current terms, it's a proper Qing Yongzheng ink and pastel landscape small bowl."
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Song Yun kept talking.
"Boss Zhang, I made it very clear just now that I am willing to buy this small bowl at the market price."
"600000!"
"If you want, you can make a deal now."
"Whether it is cash or transfer, there is no problem."
"Of course, if you pick up the auction, the price will be higher than the one I opened. It depends on how you decide."
Song Yun had already made things very clear. Whether to sell or not, it depends on Zhang Peng.
"You...you are not lying to me, are you?"
Zhang Peng opened his mouth wide, and he still couldn't believe this until now.
"Why is this lie to you?"
"I paid for real money!"
Song Yun was angry and funny, honest people are honest people, and things have reached this point and still can't believe it.
"I don't know what to say about you. To be honest to such an extent, this is really rare!"
"At first glance, I know that it is not a person who often mixes in the circle of collecting. This is Song Yun. How can he say something fake?"
"Do you know if you are rich?!"
"Sell it at ease!"
"Six hundred thousand! My God! This is six hundred thousand!"
"You bastard, when you bought this small bowl back then, you definitely didn't spend much money. This is really a real profit!"
People watching the excitement all laughed and cursed when Zhang Peng was like this.
"Sell!"
"Sell of course!"
Zhang Peng pinched his thigh forcefully, tears streaming out of his eyes, and then he believed that it was true.
Saved!
Now my wife is saved!
With this money, not only can she take medicine, but she can also take her to surgery!
As Zhang Peng thought about it, his body was trembling with tears.
"The boss, do you want this small bowl?"
"If you want it, you have to bid higher than me!"
"I have just said that if this small bowl is bought at a price of 600,000 yuan, it will still make a profit. You must know this very well. I wonder if you can buy it?"
Song Yun looked at Cao Dongshan with a constant smile on his face. No one knew what he was thinking.
Cao Dongshan blushed and turned white, very tangled.
buy?
Then the bid must be higher than 600,000!
Not buying?
If I don't buy it, I can only watch as few as tens of thousands and as many as hundreds of thousands fly away in front of me.
"It seems you don't want it anymore!"
"Since this is the case, don't force it!"
Song Yun shook his head, turned to look at Zhang Peng, just about to say to pay, suddenly turned around behind him, Cao Dongshan's voice.
"I have six hundred and five thousand!"
Cao Dongshan gritted his teeth.
Song Yun laughed, this person was really interesting.
"Six hundred and one hundred thousand."
How could Song Yun let Cao Dongshan succeed easily, adding five thousand yuan.
"Sixty-one thousand five thousand."
"Six hundred and two hundred thousand."
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"Sixty-five thousand."
Cao Dongshan was panting, his voice was like shouting from between his teeth, very harsh.
"you win!"
"This little bowl belongs to you!"
Song Yun spread his hand, gave up the bid, took the small bowl from Tang Miaomiao's hand and handed it back to Zhang Peng.