Chapter 22: Feng Shui treasure map

"Boss, please offer a price?" Ouyang Zhanjun saw a plum vase, which was less than 30 centimeters high, very small, with a sky blue color and a delicate glaze color, just like the sky after rain.

"Brother, I'm interested in this Kangxi official kiln sky-green crescent-shaped plum vase. Then I'll give you a low price. How about 800,000?"

The stall owner's words made Ouyang Zhanjun feel sank. The other party obviously recognized this thing, which gave up his idea of ​​finding a bargain.

However, it is rare to encounter objects that you are facing, Ouyang Zhanjun did not want to give up, so he wanted to test whether the street stall owner really understood: "It turns out that this thing is called the Sky Blue Glaze Crescent-Shierarchy Plum Vase of the Official Kiln of Kangxi. What's the point?"

The street stall owner is also a good talker, so he chatted: "First of all, we need to look at the shape of the instrument, which is small and delicate. This shape was popular in the early days, that is, during the Kangxi period; secondly, we need to look at the glaze color. Do you see if the surface of this plum bottle is the same as the sky with a clear rain?"

"It's blue sky, but why do I feel it shining? I'm afraid it's not an old object." Ouyang Zhanjun deliberately looked for trouble.

"Brother, you are a layman when you say this. This is an official kiln tool. If it is well preserved, this treasure light will still be retained in another thousand years."

The street stall owner didn't care and continued: "Looking at the bottle mouth, it's white, neat and bright, commonly known as the lamp grass mouth, just like the lamp grass lamp, white and thin, it is definitely a fine product of the official kiln, and the folk kiln cannot achieve this effect."

Ouyang Zhanjun nodded slightly. The street stall owner was right, it was indeed the characteristics of official kilns. People in the antiques like to call it Baoguang, which is completely different from the thief light of modern handicrafts.

"Looking at the bottom of the bottle again, isn't it very special? It has two layers above and below, commonly known as the two-story bottom, and it was also popular during the Kangxi period."

Grandma, the owner of the street stall, said: "The most important thing is a pair of crescent moons on the shoulder of the bottle. It is precisely because of its existence that it is called crescent plum bottle."

"But the origin of this thing is probably a bit of a problem." Ouyang Zhanjun turned each bottle upside down and pointed to some traces on it, which were obviously left behind by unearth.

"That's why I only have 800,000 yuan." said the street stall owner.

"Three hundred thousand!" Ouyang Zhanjun is not a collector who does not understand the market. The market price of this type of plum vase will not exceed one million. If you spend 800,000 yuan to buy it, unless you are an enthusiast of this type of plum vase.

You should know that bleaching antiques not only requires a lot of money, but also requires corresponding connections and considerable risks. If you buy them for 800,000 yuan, the final cost will definitely be higher than the market price.

"Brother, you can't kill the price so ruthlessly." The street stall owner smiled bitterly, and he offered the price ruthlessly, but he didn't expect that the price ruthlessly came.

"You can sell half a house in the prefecture-level market by digging a few times in the ground, which is quite a lot." Ouyang Zhanjun said with a smile.

"Brother, you really don't feel hurt when you stand and speak. That's a job of losing your head."

The street stall owner shook his head: "300,000 won't work, at least 500,000."

If you buy 500,000 yuan, and spend some money to bleach, Ouyang Zhanjun will still make a profit, but compared to the risks you have to bear, it is still not enough to make Ouyang Zhanjun let go: "No, it's up to 350,000 yuan."

"Brother Ouyang San, what good object are you interested in?"

Ouyang Zhanjun turned around and saw that it was Qin Xuebing and Ye Zijing, and said with a smile: "A Kangxi plum vase, Xiao Qin, have you found another bargain?"

Qin Xuebing raised the scroll in his hand: "Let's talk about it later, you can do it first."

"Boss, 350,000 yuan is OK, if it doesn't work, I'll leave." Ouyang Zhanjun issued an ultimatum. Although he liked this plum vase very much, it was unearthed after all, and bleaching was too troublesome.

"That won't work, at least half a million."

The street stall owner still shook his head, Ouyang Zhanjun did not force it, and turned around and ignored it: "Xiao Qin, whose paintings have you received?"

"A piece of rag is a treasure." Ye Zijing said first.

"Brother Ouyang San, can you find a quiet small room here?" Qin Xuebing didn't know what the secret was, but he didn't expect it to be simple, so he was not going to take it out in public.

Moreover, the lights outside are dim and there are many noisy people. If you are not careful, you may damage the paper and cause unimaginable losses.

"This is not difficult, it's just that your collection should not disappoint."

Ouyang Zhanjun took the lead in walking into the room. As soon as he entered, Qin Xuebing's body felt a violent response. He couldn't help but sigh, how great it would be if it were not unearthed.

"Ye Qiong, why did you come here?" Qin Xuebing surprised that he actually met Ye Qiong here, and he couldn't help but feel funny. This old classmate advised him not to buy the unearthed ones, but he turned to this side instead.

"I'm not very likely to take action anyway."

Ye Qiong threw a black chip in his hand, and his movements were extremely skillful: "How come you all came here?"

"I bought a good thing and wanted to find a quiet place. Come together, right?" Qin Xuebing said.

Lai Yong muttered at the water cloud pavilion halfway up the mountain: "That kid is really lucky. He picked up two leaks in a short while."

"Who got the bargain?" asked the beautiful snake suddenly.

"Qin Xuebing, I just checked the leak and earned at least four million. After a while, I checked the leak again." Through Ye Qiong's eavesdropping weapon, Lai Yong could also grasp some of the situations in the underground ghost market.

"It turned out to be that boy, so I pray that he would pick up the leak a few more times."

The beautiful snake cursed secretly, asking Qin Xuebing to pick up more leaks, the better. If it is confiscated, it will definitely make Qin Xuebing hurt to the core, which is considered to be a revenge on Qin Xuebing for ignoring her: "Give me the headset, I'll listen to the situation."

Ouyang Zhanjun negotiated with the management staff here and successfully paid 10,000 yuan to get a small private room. This made Qin Xuebing secretly shocked. It was so dark!

"Qin Xuebing, I look forward to you turning it into a treasure." Ye Zijing looked at her with a joke, making it clear that she wanted to watch Qin Xuebing make a joke.

"You have fifty Jewels ready."

Qin Xuebing's movements were very sharp. He directly tore off the shaft and twisted off the seals at both ends: "The real baby is here!"

"Qin Xuebing, I find that you are becoming less and less reliable."

Ye Zijing rolled her eyes and said angrily: "How do you know that the baby will be inside the shaft? I really think she has a pair of perspective eyes."

"I think that's fine..."

Qin Xuebing smiled wickedly and swept around Ye Zijing, as if he wanted to see through his clothes. He only withdrew his gaze when he knew Ye Zijing stretched out his foot to kick someone: "I've seen the shaft before, and there were signs of moving seals at both ends, so I guess there was a secret hidden inside."

"I'd love if you guess like this every day." Ye Zijing was amused. Qin Xuebing was just making random guesses, so she had a great chance to get the Qujiao Daqi or Chenghua Doucai Chicken Cup.

"My feelings have always been very accurate, you are destined to be disappointed."

Qin Xuebing tore off a piece from the painting, rolled it into a paper stick, and carefully poked it into the shaft shaft. A roll of waxy paper slowly appeared on the other end of the shaft.

"No way? All this is OK?" Ye Zijing was stunned. She no longer knew how to describe Qin Xuebing's luck.

When the paper roll was completely out, Ouyang Zhanjun couldn't wait to say, "Xiao Qin, open it and see what kind of treasure it is." According to the rules of the antique industry, without the consent of the owner, others have no right or right to open it.

Qin Xuebing picked up the paper roll and felt very slippery. It was obvious that the original owner applied wax to protect the paper, which also made him more confident.

Qin Xuebing opened it carefully. What appeared in front of everyone was an ink painting, which was a curved dragon with very strange curved lines. It was very different from any long dragon in previous books and lacked the corresponding beauty.

The dragon's mouth is open, and there is a dragon ball not far away. It is the dragon spitting the bead, but it looks a bit out of place with the shape of the dragon.

"Which idiot is this?" Ye Zijing laughed sneered, ashamed of the owner of the painting. She was so embarrassed that she could hide such a broken painting.

"There are words next to you, let's talk about them after reading it!" Qin Xuebing pointed to the left side of the drawing and wrote a lot of words in a dense manner.

Ouyang Zhanjun started to recite in a low voice, roughly speaking, a famous Feng Shui master named Hang Xinzhai helped a jade merchant named Zhao Yunde in Tengchong to design a Feng Shui tomb.

Zhao Yunde was too rich and was a giant jade merchant, so he actually used jade bracelets to form a coffin to be buried.

Hang Xinzhai was originally a member of the Tongmeng. When he learned about all this, he couldn't help but feel moved. He wanted to take out these burial objects as anti-Qing funds, so he drew this treasure map.

Unfortunately, the situation was too chaotic, and Hang Xinzhai kept going and had no chance to start. He ended up ill in bed and could only hide this picture in the painting, hoping to leave clues for future generations.

"Treasure Map? This Hang Xinzhai is really good at joking." Ye Qiong laughed first. It was obviously a dragon spitting beads, so how could it be a treasure map?

The treasure map must have coordinates, right? Even if there are no coordinates, there must be mountains, rivers, or special buildings as reference, right? Who would draw a dragon as a treasure map?

"Maybe the old man was ill in bed and was not clear-headed, so he made a mistake." Ouyang Zhanjun also laughed. If anyone treats this painting as a treasure map, then he is a fool, the number one fool in Tianzi.

"I think this old man must have gone abroad to study abroad. He learned the Western abstract style without studying anything else."

Ye Zijing smiled and patted Qin Xuebing on the shoulder: "You don't think this joke more than a century ago is worth a thousand yuan, right?"

"No, this is a treasure map, a treasure map that only Feng Shui masters can understand."

Qin Xuebing's reaction was completely opposite, and he stood up excitedly: "How much jade does it take to string jade bracelets into coffins? With the current jade market, it may be worth billions."

"Qin Xuebing, you're crazy about getting rich." Ye Zijing kicked Qin Xuebing angrily. It was dark and she had the nerve to daydream.

"Hang Xinzhai, that's a historical celebrity, and there are also legends about jade bracelets strung into coffins in Tengchong. I believe these are true. The most important thing is that I can crack this map."

"A treasure map worth billions?"

In the water cloud pavilion halfway up the mountain, the beautiful snake suddenly laughed: "I don't know what expression he would have if this picture is confiscated?"
Chapter completed!