Chapter 45 The treasure that opens the door
"Go when you have time, go when you have time!" the old uncle said perfunctorily.
In his opinion, as long as he has clothes to wear, what should he do? If you have that kind of money, you might as well use it to support the little girls on the street and do "charity."
The old uncle told Lin Yuan about the photo shoot.
"Uncle, just decide."
It was agreed upon that Lin Yuan would be responsible for hunting for treasures, and my uncle would be responsible for finding buyers.
"Okay, I'll follow up." Chen Shiquan was quite touched when his nephew trusted him so much. However, he was moved, but he didn't dare to take Lin Yuan out to fool around. His sister would not let him go.
He took a quick shower, changed his clothes and went out.
Lin Yuan had no choice but to buy a few new sets for his uncle online.
Not long after Chen Shiquan returned to Uncle De's antique shop, people from the auction house arrived.
There was no politeness, and foreigners did not follow that routine, so they directly conducted a detailed appraisal of the painting.
After almost half an hour, the ghost guy finally exhaled and smiled on his face. From the look on his face, you knew there was nothing wrong with the painting.
"Mr. Chen, I'm glad to cooperate with you. This is indeed a painting by Jackson Pollock, but it is an early work and its value is not that high." Ryan shook hands with Chen Shiquan.
As we all know, generally speaking, whether it is a painter, a calligrapher, or a writer, late works are often more exquisite and valuable than early works.
Because in their later years, their art has almost reached a state of perfection.
Then, the later works will definitely be better than the early ones.
Of course, there are exceptions. Some artists were great in their early years, but not so good in their later years. It's just that this situation is relatively rare.
"Mr. Ryan, how much do you think it's worth?" the old uncle asked.
Ryan pondered for a moment and said: "I estimate the value from US$3 million to US$5 million."
Such an estimate may be slightly conservative. If it were put at auction, it would probably be higher.
Next, both parties signed an agreement and contract for delivery. Ryan told Chen Shiquan that the auction will be held in New York in a month.
After saying that, the painting was taken away by Ryan.
"If you have nothing to do, don't wander around in my store." Uncle De also started to chase people away.
The next day, Lin Yuan seemed to have a slight cold, which shocked his uncle, Henry, and Paul. It was a minor problem and they could just take some medicine, but they were worried and took Lin Yuan to the hospital.
“Isn’t it said that medical care in the United States is free?”
Lin Yuan looked at the bill, what a guy! Domestic hospitals are bad enough, but foreign hospitals are even worse. They dared to charge Lin Yuan one or two thousand dollars for a small cold.
The equivalent is more than RMB 10,000.
Paul: "..."
Henry: "Who told you that medical care in the United States is free?"
It’s not that there are no free services, but everyone knows that you have to wait, and when it’s your turn, your illness will be cured, or you may be gone.
All over the world, so-called free things and services are a virtue.
Lin Yuan and the others had a day off because they had a cold.
At night, Lin Yuan rolled up his quilt and slept all night. He was sweating, relaxed and completely recovered.
To be honest, it doesn't really matter whether you go to the hospital or not.
One day later, Lin Yuan and the others continued to set off. The route was originally planned, but then someone came to their door. It was a Chinese student in this city.
They watched Lin Yuan's live broadcast and came over because they didn't have to go to class today.
"Brother Lin, can we take a group photo?" Lin Yuan leaned over and cooperated: "No problem!"
After taking a group photo, one of the friends, named Zhou Zhiming, took out a few things from his bag and asked, "Brother Lin, help me see if these things are real."
Lin Yuan asked curiously: "How did you come here?"
Zhou Zhiming didn't hide it, and said with a smile: "A foreigner classmate in the dormitory said that his grandfather spent more than ten dollars to buy it in China in the 1940s and 1950s."
A dozen dollars in the 1940s and 1950s was a lot.
At that time, New China had just been founded, and the purchasing power of more than ten dollars was very high.
"I spent more than 10,000 US dollars." Zhou Zhiming added.
This is equivalent to an appreciation of thousands of times, and his foreign classmate is also very satisfied.
Zhou Zhiming's family is quite wealthy, with tens of thousands of dollars, so he doesn't take it seriously. His card is worth seven or eight figures.
Lin Yuan scanned it with the treasure hunter, and there was indeed a treasure that showed yellow light.
He first pretended to read them one by one.
Check out the 16-9 book bar and see the correct version!
"This thing is fake. It should be an imitation that was used to deceive gringos back then." Lin Yuan picked up a porcelain bottle and said.
The porcelain vase is a classic plum vase.
The plum vase is a vase with a small mouth, short neck, broad shoulders, thin bottom, and round feet. It is named after the small mouth where only plum branches can be inserted.
Because of the slender body of the bottle, it was called "Jingping" in the Song Dynasty. It was used as a vessel for holding wine. It has a tall and pretty shape. After the Ming Dynasty, it was called a plum bottle.
It is said that the earliest plum vase appeared in the Song Dynasty. Its original use was not for flower arrangement and appreciation, but mostly for holding wine or other liquid substances.
Its function continued until the Yuan and Ming Dynasties. The use of plum bottles as drinking utensils is reflected in the inscriptions on many plum bottles.
After the middle and late Ming Dynasty, the ornamental display function of plum vase became more and more obvious. Most plum vases in the Qing Dynasty were handed down from generation to generation, which may be related to the fact that plum vases were mainly used for display and decoration at this time.
"Is it imitation?"
Although Zhou Zhiming was mentally prepared, he was still a little disappointed when he heard that it was fake.
He doesn't expect to make money by picking up leaks, but if he can find treasures, it will make him feel happy.
Lin Yuan stretched out his hand towards the treasure, which was also porcelain, but this porcelain was very small, just a cup. Among several pieces of porcelain, it was very inconspicuous.
I saw that this small cup has a deep belly, curved walls, and concave feet.
One side of the cup is enamel-painted with rose and bamboo patterns, with only the middle part of the bamboo branches visible. The bamboo leaves and flower leaves are all painted with different shades of green, and the outlines are drawn with light ink and fine strokes, each with its own posture.
The pink color of the rose is extremely delicate, the edge of the petals is slightly lighter in color, and the thorny branches are light brown. Three thick bamboo branches appear and disappear among the green leaves, intertwined with rose flower branches.
On the other side of the cup, there are two lines of a five-character poem inscribed in running script in ink and color, "Several branches are full of glory, and they last for four seasons of spring." At the end of the poem, a pink enamel seal is signed with the word "鳯菜".
The bottom of the vessel is inscribed in blue enamel with the four-character regular script inscription "Yongzheng Year System" in regular script. There is no frame outside the inscription.
If there are any connoisseurs here, they will definitely recognize that this is the famous enamel rose green bamboo poetic cup from the Yongzheng period of the Qing Dynasty.
You know, this is one of the top ten famous cups in ancient China.
"This cup is good, very open, and worth no less than 200,000 US dollars. Brother, you missed it!" Lin Yuan said to Zhou Zhiming.
Zhou Zhiming was immediately overjoyed. It didn't matter how much it was worth. He had enough money anyway. What he cared about was the joy of finding the treasure.
The other three Liuzi looked at it and were a little envious.
They wondered if they would ask their foreigner roommates if they had any old items at home when they returned home.
(End of chapter)