MTL - Repairer-Chapter 32 broken porcelain

  Chapter 32 Broken Porcelain

  The next morning, when Su Xiaofan was still lying on the bed, there was a knock on the door.

   "Hey, Xiao Su, you haven't gotten up yet."

  Looking at Su Xiaofan who came to open the door with sleepy eyes, Zhao Zhengshan laughed, "It's better for you young people to sleep well. At my age, you can't fall asleep even if you want to sleep more."

   "Uncle Zhao, I'm sorry, I'll meet you later, I'll wash up and we'll leave."

  Su Xiaofan scratched his head in embarrassment. He made an appointment with Zhao Zhengshan yesterday. Today they went to Yanjing's antique market.

   "It's okay, don't worry, I'll take you to have some authentic Yanjing breakfast later." Zhao Zhengshan waved his hand and sat down on the sofa in the room.

  Su Xiaofan's speed was very fast, and the two of them left the door after five or six minutes.

   "I'm not used to this taste."

  Drinking the most authentic Yanjing bean juice in Zhao Zhengshan's mouth, Su Xiaofan made a bitter face, he really couldn't enjoy the taste.

   "If you are used to eating or not, you have to try it." Zhao Zhengshan said: "I also stayed in Yanjing for several years before I got used to this breakfast."

   "Uncle Zhao, where shall we go shopping today? Are we going to Pan Yuan?"

Su Xiaofan asked, he knew that Zhao Zhengshan studied Chinese medicine in Yanjing, plus the time of practice, he stayed in Yanjing for about eight or nine years, and later he was not used to the fast-paced life in big cities, so he returned to Luochuan .

   "Pan Yuan's place is almost becoming a tourist attraction, but now it's all about selling literature."

Zhao Zhengshan shook his head, "If you want to go to the store, it's Liulichang, and Jingxintang also has a branch there, but today we go to the antique street in the northern flea market, there are a little more good things there, maybe you can pick them up leak."

   "Okay, listen to Uncle Zhao."

  Su Xiaofan has no objection, he also knows that although Pan Yuan has a great reputation and is almost becoming a sacred place in the national antique market, the more this kind of place is, the lower the chance of producing good things.

  As for the Liulichang that Zhao Zhengshan mentioned, Su Xiaofan also knows that Yanjing’s time-honored brands are all there, but Liulichang has no street stalls, so if you want to buy things, you have to go to the store. People who like to search for treasures rarely go there.

  The longer he spent with Zhao Zhengshan, the more Su Xiaofan admired the Zhao family's tutor.

Although the family has a net worth of tens of billions, Zhao Zhengshan really acted like an ordinary person. He didn't even take a taxi after breakfast, but took Su Xiaofan to the subway, and even reversed the car in the middle, which cost more than one hour. Hours came to the antique market.

   "I'm familiar with this place."

   Came to the antique market, seeing the bustling crowd and two rows of stalls on the street, Su Xiaofan couldn't help laughing.

  Although the street stalls here are really street stalls, the stalls are spread directly on the ground, but the antique market is the same, Su Xiaofan looked at the stall owners, they are all similar to Luochuan's.

   "Xiao Su, do you want to compare and see who can pick up the leak?"

   Coming here, Zhao Zhengshan is also very excited. The school he used to study for graduate school is not far from here, and he would come here almost every week, and now he is revisiting the old place.

   "Uncle Zhao, I can't afford good things."

  Su Xiaofan shook his head again and again, Zhao Zhengshan's body is thicker than him, what can he compare with him?

   "Hey, what we are comparing is eyesight, not who is richer. If I want to buy expensive ones, I will go to Liulichang..."

  Zhao Zhengshan waved his hand and said, "Let's each buy one item that doesn't cost more than 3,000 yuan, and see who can pick it up, how about it?"

  Zhao Zhengshan likes to collect, just like the feeling of picking up things.

  When he was in school, Yanjing's antique market still had a lot of good things, and he could find one or two from time to time, but today, the chances of missing something are getting smaller and smaller.

   "Okay, Uncle Zhao, you have to let me order."

  Su Xiaofan nodded and agreed, with the repair system in his mind, it was purely based on his eyesight, even if the experts from the museum came, Su Xiaofan would not be afraid of him.

   "Okay, how about one person watching at the other side, and we'll change positions when we get to the end?"

  Most of the antique streets are similar. Like Luochuan, there are street stalls on both sides of a street, and a road is left in the middle for tourists to pass. When they encounter roadside shops, the street stalls also give way.

"good!"

  Since being hospitalized by lightning, it was the first time for Su Xiaofan to visit the market in a serious manner, and it was in a place he was not familiar with, so he felt a little bit of anticipation.

   After saying hello to Su Xiaofan, Zhao Zhengshan started to look around. He looked very carefully, and stopped before the first stall, squatted down and began to argue with the stall owner.

  Su Xiaofan smiled, walked to the booth on the other side and looked.

  The stalls in the antique market are usually not classified.

   That is to say, you can see porcelain, bronzes, calligraphy and paintings all placed in one stall, and most of these stalls are purchased from the art wholesale market.

   Crouching down, Su Xiaofan also looked at each piece. He didn't directly choose to use the repair system to identify, many things are fake at first glance.

  Only when encountering an object that Su Xiaofan doesn't quite understand, he will focus on it or start to look at it, so that the information of the object will appear in his mind.

   Those stall owners saw that Su Xiaofan was young, so they didn't bother to greet him.

   "It's really not easy to pick up the leaks now."

   After looking at seven or eight booths in a row, Su Xiaofan didn't see a single "old" object, they were all modern handicrafts, at best a few handicrafts were good, but they had nothing to do with antiques.

   "Boss, which kiln opening did you dig?"

  Su Xiaofan squatted in front of a booth selling broken porcelain pieces. There were quite a lot of porcelain pieces on this booth, stacked on top of each other to a height of seven or eight centimeters.

   "Hey, buddy, let me tell you, I have all the porcelain pieces from the Jun Kiln, um, and the Ding Kiln. I have all the pieces from the five major kilns."

  The stall owner was not very old, and was reading a novel on his mobile phone. When he saw someone coming from his stall, he immediately put down his mobile phone.

   "Brother, the five kilns of 'Ru, Guan, Ge, Ding, and Jun' have all been played to pieces by you.",

  Su Xiaofan laughed when he heard that, in the antique market, anyone who sells porcelain, regardless of whether it is finished or broken porcelain, must be named as the top five kilns.

   "Hey, buddy, you can't say that. My broken porcelain really has five kilns."

The stall owner was unhappy when he heard Su Xiaofan's words, "Let me tell you, experts from the Xingong Museum often come to my place to scour for porcelain pieces. Don't believe me, take a look at the photo of me and Teacher Zhou. By the way, Teacher Zhou. do you know it?"

  For fear that Su Xiaofan would not believe it, the stall owner held the mobile phone in front of Su Xiaofan, and it was indeed a group photo of the stall owner and a person in Tang suit.

   "Well, I know, an expert from the New Palace Museum."

Su Xiaofan nodded. As the saying goes, in times of troubled times, gold is flourishing in times of antiques. In the past twenty years, it can be said that the antique market has flourished. Various online and offline treasure-appreciating activities are common, and many so-called "experts" have emerged. ".

  Of course, although most of them are experts in selling dog meat, there are also many with real talents. The stall owner said that Mr. Zhou is an expert from the Xingong Museum, and he has profound knowledge in the identification of antiques and porcelain.

   "Brother, let me tell you, these tiles of mine were all collected by my grandfather from the places where the kilns were unearthed."

  Seeing Su Xiaofan inspecting the tiles on the booth, the stall owner cheered up, "I haven't been willing to sell it for so many years, that is, I am a prodigal, and I took out the things from my ancestors, so you can catch up."

   "Brother, if you continue to tell stories, I will leave."

  Su Xiaofan waved his hands dumbfounded, he didn't come to this porcelain stall to pick up leaks.

Although there is a saying that a piece of broken porcelain is worth a thousand gold, except for the legendary "chai kiln", the price of most broken porcelain is not high, because broken porcelain cannot be auctioned, and the collectors are relatively small, so they are destined to sell Not on the high price.

  Su Xiaofan came here to see if the repair value in his mind can repair these completely broken pieces of porcelain.

  【Repair value: 7 points! 】

  【Broken porcelain from Jun Kiln, irreparable! 】

  Picking up a piece of broken porcelain, the words irreparable appeared in Su Xiaofan's mind.

   But to Su Xiaofan's surprise, what he was holding in his hand were really broken pieces of Jun Kiln porcelain, the stall owner didn't talk about it, there was still something.

   "Is it because the main body of the item is incomplete, so it cannot be repaired?"

  Su Xiaofan thought in his mind, "If all the fragments of a Jun kiln porcelain can be assembled, is it possible to restore a real Jun porcelain?"

  Looking at the thousands of pieces of broken porcelain in this stall, Su Xiaofan felt a little excited. With so many pieces of broken porcelain, maybe a complete piece of porcelain could be assembled.

   "Dude, do you want to buy it or not?"

  Seeing Su Xiaofan standing in front of the booth, the stall owner was a little dissatisfied. The antique market has so many people, Su Xiaofan blocking here will only delay his business.

   "Buy, brother, how do you sell this piece of porcelain?" Su Xiaofan picked up the piece of Jun kiln porcelain in his hand.

   "For the official kiln, you can just give two hundred." Seeing that the business came, the stall owner also got a little bit of energy, and quoted a price casually.

   "One hundred yuan!" Su Xiaofan returned the price without looking up.

   "Brother, if you really want it, the minimum is 180." The stall owner looked unhappy.

   "Fifty!" Su Xiaofan continued to quote a price.

   "Dude, don't make fun of me, you really want it, one hundred and fifty for you."

   "Thirty, don't sell me and leave!"

  Su Xiaofan stood up, he knew the psychology of these people in the antique market very well, because he himself was one of them.

   "Hey, big brother, you are my big brother, how can you keep lowering the price, 30, 30, here you are."

  The stall owner was about to be told to cry by Su Xiaofan. If he had known that he would give the other party a hundred yuan, he wanted to make more money, but the more he bargained, the lower the price.

   "Okay, you won't suffer, I don't want this piece, I'll pick some more and settle the score together."

  Su Xiaofan asked the stall owner to bring over a small basket, put the piece of Jun porcelain into the frame, and squatted down again.

   "Okay, I will wholesale it for you."

  The stall owner was overjoyed when he heard it, and gave Su Xiaofan a Maza, and asked him to pick it out slowly, then started paddling again with his phone in his arms.

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