Chapter 124
"Okay!"
After being stunned for a while, Zhou Bin took out his mobile phone and recorded Wang Heng's number, and told Wang Heng his number, and then ran back to his seat with a smoke.
And Wang Heng ignored the eyes around him, ordered ingredients worth thousands of yuan, and took the three girls to feast for a while.
It is true that the phrase rich and capricious has been taken to the extreme.
But when the appetite was finally exhausted, as the night gradually fell, Wang Heng, who was full of wine and food, left with the three daughters in the envious eyes of countless people.
And the three daughters also followed behind Wang Heng with a happy face, pressing the road with Wang Heng.
"Wang Heng, how much money can we make if we take our things for auction today?"
Perhaps seeing the results of the last auction in Yinyue Tower, Song Tian asked with a little curiosity.
"Not to mention anything else, the gold-inlaid jade Ruyi you picked alone is enough to buy an ordinary Mercedes.
"There is also the plate that Liang Ying picked, it is a standard blue and white glaze red, if you meet someone you like, we can directly mention an Aston Martin
!" "Wow!"
Hearing Wang Heng say this, the three girls all cheered happily.
Zhang Liangying asked with an incredulous expression: "Wang Heng, I know I shouldn't doubt you, but I didn't see the obvious vermilion color of glaze red on that plate." As
a girl who grew up with her grandfather in an antique shop since she was a child, Zhang Liangying has a little research on porcelain, and she has long understood the blue and white glaze red in Wang Heng's mouth.
And the plate I chose was obviously different from the blue and white glaze red in my cognition.
"Of course, there won't be that obvious vermilion, it's just a pointed spot on the purse, and the content is not very high. Besides, it was originally made of red clay, and it was normal for it to be eroded by the soil near the burial place under the passage of time, and it was normal to wear away some of the color.
Listening to Zhang Liangying's inquiry, Wang Heng patiently and meticulously answered the doubts in her heart.
"That's a pity, I remember the glaze of the Ming Dynasty is red, the color is vermilion and bright, that color is called beautiful!"
Zhang Liangying said with an unhappy face.
For the vermilion color on the lotus bud to fall off, obviously a little unhappy.
Song Tian pulled the corner of Wang Heng's clothes and asked, "What about the two lotus flowers that Liang Ying and I picked?" I didn't hear you mention it just now, is it still worth that plate?"
"That's not it."
Facing Song Tian's question, Wang Heng shook his head decisively.
"Those two lotus flowers are the most worthless things we picked today, and the rough estimate is about 10,000 yuan, which is the price of the latest mobile phone. "
Ah~!"
Hearing Wang Heng's words, Song Tian suddenly became a little unhappy.
Such a beautiful two little lotus flowers, they are so worthless!
" However, according to the age, those two lotus flowers are objects of the Song Dynasty, and they are used by the Great Xiangguo Temple to worship candles, whether it is in the history of porcelain, or its special significance, it may increase this value.
"If you really meet someone you like, it's not impossible to sell it for 100,000 yuan."
Looking at Song Tian's lost appearance, Wang Heng hurriedly opened his mouth to comfort him.
But he wasn't talking nonsense.
After all, in this antique market, the price has never been fixed, purely depends on how much the merchants and buyers quote, the main thing is that one Zhou Yu beats the yellow cover, one is willing to fight and one is willing to suffer.
If you really meet that kind of devout Buddhist disciple, the price at the auction will probably be even higher than Wang Heng expected!
Da la Da Da ~
Just as a few people were walking and chatting, a regular sound of metal friction came in their ears.
Wang Heng turned his head to look, and saw that in the small alley on the right-hand side, an old man was walking in it, walking in his direction.
There are still two iron beads in his hand, so he looks leisurely.
"It's still the uncle's life is leisurely!" Looking
at the iron beads in the uncle's hand, he will definitely not be able to do this without a few years of playing experience.
But at this moment, the system automatically identified the results, and the results appeared in front of Wang Heng's eyes.
Item: Meteorite Iron Ball
Details: In the 36th year of the reign of Qin Shi Huang, when a meteorite fell from the sky and the emperor ordered someone to deal with it, the craftsman secretly retained the iron ball made of
the material: Meteorite Age
outside the sky: 211 BC Quality
: It has been repolished
Summary: It is a blessing to be able to meet
Reference Price: Priceless Treasure
Recovery Price: This item is special and cannot be recycled
what the fu...
Looking at the identification results of the system, Wang Heng was shocked into a cold sweat on his forehead.
Just such an inconspicuous bead is still an antique of the Qin Dynasty
, and it is also an extremely precious meteorite iron product! You must know that although meteorite is also iron, both in quality and density, far surpasses ordinary steel, and it comes from outside the sky, and the quantity is extremely rare!
To be able to play with these two iron beads in his hand like a fitness toy, this old man is by no means an ordinary person!
Thinking of this, Wang Heng was not pretentious, and immediately came to the uncle, and asked straight to the point: "Uncle, take the liberty of excuse me, where did you buy this bead? It looks quite heavy!"
"Can you see this young man?"
Facing Wang Heng's sudden accosting, the old man said with a little surprise.
But looking at Wang Heng's eyes, it was like looking at a little kid who came to talk nonsense, as if he thought that Wang Heng was playing some game before he came to talk to him.
"Of course, your beads are dull in color, and the sound is different from ordinary fitness balls, it feels like two solid beads!" Facing
the uncle's eyes, Wang Heng nodded sincerely and said with a serious face.
He pretended to be a little surprised on his face.
Seeing that the uncle couldn't help but look sideways, he looked at Wang Heng with a puzzled expression and said: "Yes! Listen to the voice, you can know that my two beads are solid, it seems that you kid is an expert!
Uncle, I'm not a bastard, I'm doing ancient text appraisal!"
Listening to the uncle's question, Wang Heng couldn't laugh or cry a little.
That sentence is mixed up in any way, and it is almost pulling him back to the era of the old boy in the last century.
"It turned out to be an appraisal, no wonder this ear heard so accurately! You are right, my two solid beads are indeed very heavy! Don't look at me playing so slippery in my hand, but not everyone can play with it! If it were you, I'm afraid one would be enough!" The
old man said arrogantly, very confident in his strength.
There is a domineering spirit that no one can play except Lao Tzu.