Chapter 9

"The chicken cup of Chenghua in Ming Dynasty is a rare treasure. Many later generations imitated it, trying to have both form and spirit, but not many really succeeded."

"During the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty, when the Neifu was fired, they simply stopped sticking to the original work, and directly used the pastel technique, which had good results. Apart from this, the patterns of the two were very different. Doucai's chicken pot cup is a picture of a hen and a hen with a chick foraging. Qianlong's is a picture of a urchin playing with a chicken. All roosters sing with their necks, and there is a child in front of it. Keju, very cute, there is also Qianlong's imperial poem "Ying Chicken Cup" on the cup."

"The difference between the two is huge."

Sikongming shook his head helplessly as he spoke. These are very basic knowledge, but for a layman, unless they understand it, they will be completely confused. He knows that Cai Dong has done his homework before coming, but there are thousands of antiques. , it is necessary to study for many years, and cramming is not much use.

"The hen and the chick, as well as the beautiful scenery of the urchin's courtyard above, are exquisitely depicted. For example, the folds of people's clothes are clearly visible, and the texture of the rocks is extremely realistic, which seems to be far beyond the painting on the paper and silk. A small cup, melting It is very rare to combine poetry, calligraphy, painting and printing. For example, there are 132 characters in the poems above, and it is not easy at all to be able to achieve orderly and exquisitely arranged arrangements.”

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

"Song Yun, these chicken pot cups of yours are all fine products. My Treasure Pavilion is about to open. How about selling it to me?"

Tang Miaomiao couldn't put it down for these chicken pot cups. A rare boutique, the Treasure Pavilion is about to open. The biggest problem is that there are not enough antiques in the store. These chicken pot cups are all good enough to serve on the table. Things, naturally do not want to let go.

"Hey!"

"Miao Miao, it's not authentic for you to say that!"

"Give me these cups!"

"I only have two hobbies in my life, one is of course antiques, and the other is drinking. I have never been able to find good things. I think these three cups are good, and they are suitable for drinking!"

"Miao Miao, don't rob me!"

When Sikongming heard Tang Miaomiao say this, he spoke quickly.

"That can't be done!"

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

Tang Miaomiao was unmoved, the elders stood aside in front of the good things, and there was no sympathy to talk about.

"Song Yun, come and judge, Tang Miaomiao saw these three cups, and I also saw them at the same time. It stands to reason that everyone should be able to compete fairly, and the one with the highest price will get it. Is there any problem?"

Sikongming was experienced, and when he saw Tang Miaomiao like this, he knew that he would definitely not want to give up his love, and immediately turned his head to do Song Ming's work. The meaning of what he said was very clear.

"Mr. Sikongming, I'm really sorry, this is just a cup I brought to Miss Tang Miaomiao to see. According to the rules of the antique shop, unless I don't want it or I don't accept the price, then these few The cup is hers."

Song Yun shook his head. In the past few days, he has been cultivating his knowledge of antique collection and has learned some rules. One of them is that unless it is specially stated, the person who gets started has the right to bid first and buy first. One.

Sikongming was stunned for a moment, and he made a bid by himself. The price of the chicken pot cups will definitely increase because of this. In his opinion, it is a good thing for Song Yun, and he never thought that it would be rejected.

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

"The young people today are still good and know how to abide by the rules!"

Tang Miaomiao laughed when she heard it, and gave Song Yun a thumbs up as she spoke.

Sikongming smiled helplessly and stopped talking. Song Yun's meaning was already 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. There is no need for him to destroy this matter.

"Qing Qianlong pastel-colored imperial inscription poem chicken cups are all rare boutiques, and there are three in total. They are all in good condition, and they are even more rare. The market price, each one can be sold for about 1 million."

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

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

"Row!"

"make a deal!"

Song Yun nodded and agreed immediately. Before he came here, he checked the relevant information on the Internet and knew that Tang Miaomiao's price was very authentic, even a little higher than the market price.

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

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

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

Tang Miaomiao couldn't help but feel a little envious, knowing that Song Yun must have bought these cups at a very low price without asking.

Song Yun smiled and didn't say a word. He bought three cups at the flea market with ten dollars and sold them for three million sixty thousand dollars. Tang Miaomiao was right. This kind of thing can't be said, and nine times out of ten, you will be beaten.