Chapter 312 Folk Treasure Appraisal 1

Now is the era of Cangmin Entertainment, and even treasurejian has become a kind of entertainment. When experts enter the field, there is not only a soundtrack, but also a beam of light that closely follows the experts. The host next to him follows the experts and introduces the people present. Every time an expert is introduced, it will usher in bursts of applause

At that time, the experts and professors were still highly respected. Several experts were quite famous. They arched their hands around and walked to the back of the table and sat down.

It's just that when it was Zhuang Rui's turn to appear, he was a little entangled. Although the music lighting was the same, even Liu Jia's sweet voice was particularly raised a little high, but the crowd in the field did not buy it, and there was a boo. If it hadn't been for the preciousness of the objects Coming.

"Mr. Zhuang, it's okay. The steamed buns have meat on the pig. Later, they will identify the jade and ask you."

General Manager Qian, sitting next to Zhuang Rui, was afraid that Zhuang Rui couldn't think about it. He comforted in a low voice. Except for him calling Mr. Zhuang Rui, the rest of them called Zhuang Rui Xiaozhuang. After all, there was too much age difference.

"It's okay, Mr. Qian, I can't stand this blow, so I won't come,"

Zhuang Rui smiled slightly and opened the mineral water in front of him and drank it. This situation had long been expected by him. If he were a treasure holder. Seeing that the appraisal expert is so young, I'm afraid he will send a few boos.

However, Zhuang Rui is still a little unconvinced. Not to mention jade, it is an antique. If we only identify the true and false, no one can compare with him in this game. Of course, just think about it in his heart. This decathlon is not so comfortable, and it is hated by people.

"Dear guests, Tibetan friends, welcome to participate in the first folk treasure appreciation activity of "Promoting National Culture, Collecting Treasures and Appraisal World" co-sponsored by Beijing TV Station and Shandong TV Station. Next, Mayor Tan will give a speech. Welcome," After the expert sat down, Liu Jia and a fat Shandong TV man The host, standing at the booth in front of Zhuang Rui and others, sang and hosted, and then the deputy mayor who appeared at noon came to the stage to give a speech. Fortunately, the deputy mayor did not make any long speech. After a few simple words, he announced the beginning of the treasure appraisal activity.

As a famous traditional cultural city, Shandong has countless literati and artists who have stayed here in various dynasties in history. The mass base of folk collections is very strong. In addition, Shandong TV Station advertised more than a week in advance. Thousands of people came to the scene today. There was a long queue at the side door of the hotel. The line was so long that many people even braved the heat and waited outside the hotel.

At the scene, there was also a squadron of armed police soldiers maintaining order. Five meters away from the long table identified by experts, they pulled a cordon with a rope. Because they were afraid that several people who came up would hold the same category of objects, they were only allowed to enter the police with their own things at a time. Inside the ring line.

"Expert, please take a look at this thing for me. It was left by the elders in the family. I saw it when I was four or five years old. This thing is quite clever in Jinan dialect: It's strange. Can you show it? Is it true?"

The first person to come in was a middle-aged man in his forties, dressed in ordinary clothes, probably because of the heat. There are still slippers on the feet, holding a yellow-brown jar in his arms. The jar is more than half a meter high, with a big belly and a small mouth. It seems that the weight is not light, and the man is still gasping for breath when he speaks.

"Come on, put things on the table first

Tian Fan, a ceramic appraisal expert, got up and greeted the man to put the jar on the table in front of him, took a magnifying glass to observe.

Behind a row of tables covered with red silk, there were six people sitting. Zhuang Rui sat on the side of the place. After looking at the other two people who did not hold jade, he turned his attention to the jar brought by the first person. There were some irregular patterns around the jar, but the more Zhuang Rui looked at this thing, the more he felt a little When I was a child, I had a jar of pickles at home.

Tian Fan's position was still two people away from the middle of Zhuang Rui. Zhuang Rui didn't see it clearly. He simply released the aura directly and entered the jar, but found that the inner tire quality of the jar was poor, the firing was very uneven, and there was no aura at all. It was estimated that it was really a pickled vegetable

When the middle-aged man saw Tian Fan look at it with a magnifying glass, he sat back. He was a little anxious and said, "Expert, please take a closer look. This thing was there when my grandfather was alive"

"This thing is a jar for face pickles, and it still smells like pickles. It's a little old. It should have been produced before liberation, but the workmanship is rough. The output is large and there is no collection value. You'd better take it back. Tian Fan pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and said something that disappointed the middle-aged man.

"Didn't you say that keeping it for a long time is an antique? I came all the way from home, expert, you are sure this thing is not worth it

The middle-aged man was a little reluctant and asked again. After seeing Tian Fan nodding, he picked up the pickle jar from the table and left cursing.

Zhuang Rui was so reviled by this man that he took a pickle jar as a treasure. Is this a folk treasure?

After seeing the expression on Zhuang Rui's face, Mr. Sun said with a smile, "Don't be surprised. These people feel that their things are precious. Tell them the truth. Sometimes you think we lied to them. Lao Tian's temper is a little straightforward, which has always been like this. Xiaozhuang, don't do it at that time It's full of words. If you can't see through the truth, just say you can't see it accurately.

Zhuang Rui laughed when he heard the words. It seems that this sentence is really a saying in the circle. The ancient Mouzi taught himself to say so, and now the person around him also said the same. It's true all over the world.

"I said, young man, this thing is older than you, but it's not a few years older. The prints in the 1960s may become antiques in a few more decades, but now it's still a little short."

Zhuang Ruizheng talked and laughed with Mr. Sun. There was a voice of Fatty Jin next to him, but the object he saw was also identified. The person he identified took a fan, saying that it was the authentic work of Tang Bohu. After reading it, Fatty Jin also couldn't laugh or cry. This is a print from the 1960s. It Go. Because there are too many people to identify the treasure on the spot, the organizer discussed with the experts that different types of collections can be identified at the same time, so that the six experts can be busy and increase the speed of identification.

In this way, everyone on the court is busy except for Zhuang Rui. It may be that there are relatively few people collecting ancient jade. Among the more than 20 people in a row, no one has identified jade. Zhuang Rui seems to be a little leisurely, but this is also in line with his intention. Those who are interested are looking at other experts' identification objects.

Among them, there are the most antiques in calligraphy and painting, and Jin Pangzi is also the busiest one. He even read eleven calligraphy and paintings, all of which were identified as quality. His vision was extremely old and unique. Zhuang Rui had seen them with aura. None of the golden fat man was wrong, and he couldn't help but make Zhuang Rui admire him.

"Xiaozhuang, follow Brother Ma, you should be familiar with miscellaneous things, right? Come on, take a look at this snuff bottle.

Seeing that Zhuang Rui had nothing to do, Mr. Sun handed Zhuang Rui a enamel snuff bottle he was playing with.

"things are fake,"

Zhuang Rui took it over and pretended to look at it with a magnifying glass and gave the answer.

"Hey, young man, this meal can be eaten casually. You can't talk nonsense. This snuff bottle has been in my hand for some years." Zhuang Muyi didn't pay attention and said something directly, which made the owner of the object angry.

Zhuang Rui looked up and saw that the owner of the snuff bottle was an old man in his fifties. He was dressed very elegantly and was looking at himself with an indulgent face.

Xiaozhuang, how can you be sure it's fake? Mr. Sun also intends to take the exam for Zhuang Rui.

"The murals in this thing are purely burned first and then painted. Isn't it fake?" Zhuang Rui blurted out when he looked at it with aura. It was found that the mural and the glass bottle were not burned together at all.

"That's impossible. I used Qingshui when I bought it some time ago. If I drew it later, it would definitely lose its color."

The owner of the snuff bottle became more and more unhappy, but he spilled his mouth. This object is not as he said. It is old.

Zhuang Rui thought for a moment, picked up a single-headed long-handled cotton swab prepared from the table to wipe the object, and stained it with a little alcohol in the bottle in front of him. These things were prepared by the organizer and can often be used during identification.

Zhuang Rui put the alcohol-stained cotton swab into the snuff bottle and rubbed it back and forth for a while. Then he took out the cotton swab and put it in front of the owner of the snuff bottle and said, "Uncle, there are a lot of paints that can't be washed off by water. It's better to be careful when buying this in the future."

The old man was blushed by what Zhuang Rui said, but looking at the color on the cotton swab, he couldn't say a rebuttal. He grabbed the snuff bottle in Zhuang Rui's hand and got out of the crowd.

"OK, that's right. It's really good to get Brother Ma's score." Seeing Zhuang Rui's three or two words, Mr. Sun took the old man who wanted to take advantage away, and couldn't help thumbs up at Zhuang Rui.

The TV station hosted this program. If the object is identified as a real antique, an appraisal certificate will be issued. In this way, there are many people who want to fish in troubled waters with fake things. You know, the certificate issued after the identification of these experts can immediately make the worthless fake antiques. It's a real thing worth a lot of money.

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