On the second floor came a pure Beijing accent: "30 million!" What the Forbidden City lacks is this powder green color!"
When the price climbed to 45 million, an old man dressed in a Chinese tunic suit stood up from the shadows and tapped the bamboo stick in his hand heavily." 47 million! This old man has studied Longquan Kiln for forty years. This is the most perfect treasure I have ever seen!"
At this moment, in the silent corner, a young man wearing a baseball cap suddenly raised his number plate. Half of his face was exposed under the cap with a determined look." 48 million!"
"48 million for the first time! The second time!" The host's voice was almost broken, and the wooden mallet hung in mid-air." Deal!" With the final drop of the hammer, I felt my legs go weak and I managed to hold onto my seat.
The moment the lights of the venue lit up again, Old Master Zhao raised his glass to me from afar. The amber wine in the glass swayed slightly, as if reflecting the miracle of two sky-high deals.
After the auction was completed, I was indeed a little dizzy with excitement. 400,000 yuan was bought and 48 million yuan was sold. I made a lot of money.
Can be quickly pulled back by reality, a serious problem in front of us_handling fees. I knew that this was not a small amount. I had to figure it out quickly, otherwise, the huge profits I received would be greatly discounted.
Old Master Zhao seemed to see through my thoughts. He walked over with a wine glass, patted me on the shoulder and said,"Kid, are you thinking about the handling fee?"
I nodded quickly, my eyes full of eagerness.
He sipped his wine and explained slowly,"Different auction houses charge different fees. For example, this large auction house we cooperated with this time generally charges sellers a handling fee of 10% of the transaction price for art auctions.
The painting of a beautiful woman with hairpin flowers was sold for 50 million yuan, and the Longquan pink glazed paper hammer bottle was sold for 48 million yuan. That adds up to 98 million yuan. Just the handling fee alone would cost the auction house 9.8 million yuan."
Hearing this number, my heart "thump" a moment, although early psychological preparation, but really count up, or feel pain.
Old Master Zhao continued,"The handling fee looks high, but the auction house also has its reasons." Early promotion, appraisal and valuation, site layout, as well as security and service during the auction process, which one does not cost? Moreover, his reputation and resources in the art trading circle are also the guarantee that we can bid for a high price."
"..."
About half an hour later, 88.2 million was credited to my card.
My savings exceeded $90 million.
On the same day, I went to the antique shop and sold two jade bracelets with better appearance after restoration. They sold for 2 million, 2 million, 1 million respectively, totaling 5 million.
Adding the previous two million, the total was more than 97 million.
I was so excited and excited.
In the past, this was something that he didn't dare to dream about.
In order to achieve a small goal as soon as possible-one hundred million. On Friday morning, the Antique City was bustling with people, and the greasy smell of oil smoke mixed with the continuous shouting. I walked through the stalls filled with "antiques," glancing at the shoddy fakes.
Suddenly, a rusty copper censer came into view. It was casually thrown into an old cardboard box. Its surface was covered with thick mud. Its three legs were already askew. The outline of the lotus pattern could be vaguely seen on the furnace body.
The stall owner was a skinny old man with greasy hair plastered to his scalp, a yellow waistcoat with grease stains on the front, and a pair of open slippers on his feet.
He was squinting, lazily picking his toes, and when he saw me stop, he immediately perked up."What do you see, young man? This incense burner is considered cheap for you, 800 yuan!"
I crouched down and said with disdain," Grandpa, your censer is broken like this. Ten yuan is about the same."
The old man rolled his eyes." Ten dollars? You're sending beggars away! The minimum price is 500. I won't sell it for less than a cent."
I picked up the censer, carefully looked at it, the middle finger quietly touched.
" Late Qing Dynasty copper censer. It's expensive. It's worth it."
"Sir, 100 yuan. If it works, I'll take it. If it doesn't work, forget it." I said with a smile.
The old man spat." Go, go, go. How can you bargain like this? 300 yuan, no less!"
I put on a pair of painful expression, grinding for a long time, and finally to 200 transactions.
The old man took the money and hummed proudly.
This censer was a piece of junk he collected for 50 yuan. He sold it for 200 yuan, making a profit!
I took the censer and was about to leave when an old voice suddenly came from behind me: "Wait, young man, can I see what you have in your hand?"
I looked back and saw an old man with snow-white hair and round presbyopic glasses. He was dressed in a navy Tang suit, leaning on a mahogany crutch and hanging an ancient jade pendant at his waist. His temperament was incompatible with this noisy antique stall.
"Old Master, feel free to read."
I handed him the censer.
The old man carefully wiped his eyes with the white handkerchief he carried with him, and his muddy eyes instantly lit up.
He took out a magnifying glass from his pocket and looked at the patterns and decorations of the incense burner repeatedly. He muttered to himself," That's right. It's from the late Qing Dynasty. It's also a fine product..."
The skinny old man's face was full of disbelief. He was surprised." Old Master, this is just a broken copper furnace. How can it be from the late Qing Dynasty?"
The old man suddenly raised his head, his eyes sharp like eagles. He glared at him." What do you know?!" I, Cheng Mobai, have been playing with antiques all my life. How can I be wrong? This is an imitation of Xuande's copper censer in the late Qing Dynasty. It's exquisite craftsmanship and expensive!"
The surrounding people immediately exploded and gathered around.
The skinny old man's face instantly turned pale. His mouth was open and he could not speak. Large beads of sweat fell from his forehead.
Cheng Mobai turned to me, his eyes full of admiration." Not bad, young man. You actually know that this censer is a treasure. I've let you pick up a big leak. I'm the shopkeeper of the Ink Treasure Studio. I've been doing antique business for forty years... I want this censer. 230,000. Let's make friends." If there are any more treasures in the future, welcome to the Ink Treasure House to find me."
"Old Cheng, your price is very fair. It's a deal. Thank you for your appreciation, Old Cheng. Please teach me more in the future."
I didn't bargain because I knew that was what it was worth and that the offer was fair.
Soon, the transaction was completed.
I got another 230 grand on my card.
The skinny old man sat paralyzed on the ground and kept muttering," Impossible…This is impossible…" As I turned to leave, I heard him collapse and shout behind me," I collected it for 50 yuan, but I only earned 150 yuan…I lost more than 200,000 yuan…"
That's the way it is in this business. You eat by your eyes.
If you have poor eyesight, you will sell your baby cheaply even if you have it.
"Finally, I picked up another small leak and made a small profit."
I was in a good mood.
Although she had picked up a big leak these few days and had earned nearly 90 million thanks to Li Qing buying a broken bottle.
But such good things cannot happen every day.
Every day to pick up a small leak, not air force, it is very remarkable.
Suddenly, a palm tapped on my shoulder and said," Zhang Yang, I'm still picking up the loot. Let's go. I'll bring you to a good place. I'll show you how I make a lot of money…"