After returning to the purchase station, Feng Xiang also pretended to open the painting and pondered it carefully.
The mountains in this painting are not like mountains and rivers, not like water, and people still have a big head.
Of course, Feng Xiang did not completely lose confidence in him, when he received Ye Tian and his son in the morning, the antique he said received was this painting.
After listening to Feng Xiang's words, Ye Tian didn't feel anything, because he didn't have a complete understanding of antiques, but Ye Dongping was dumbfounded, and muttered to himself in disbelief: "This ...... Is this okay?"
After deciding to start an antique business, Ye Dongping wrote letters to some classmates who were still in contact with him, and conducted some research on the antique market in various places.
Compared with the early 80s, that is, four or five years ago, the domestic art market has begun to slowly recover, and some forward-thinking people are buying various types of antiques.
Just like BJ has a bed miller surnamed Ma, who started tinkering with antiques a few years ago, no one cares about these things at all, like the best Huanghuali mahogany tables and chairs, all of which cost five yuan a piece to the thrift market, and they also come with door-to-door delivery.
The reason why Ye Dongping knew about this was because one of his classmates lived opposite Mr. Ma.
No matter what kind of commodity it is, as long as there is market demand, the price will naturally rise, and the same is true for antiques.
And with the gradual stability of people's lives, coupled with the law of "gold in prosperous antiques and troubled times", the antique market has slowly recovered in recent years.
"Uncle Ye, then how much do you think this antique is worth?"
Seeing Ye Dongping silent, Feng Xiang was a little unbearable, he only knew that his uncle said that antiques were valuable, but what kind of value was it, his eyes were blackened.
"I can't say how much it's worth, but...... At least it should be in this book, right?" After hearing Feng Kuang's words, Ye Dongping stretched out three fingers.
According to the information inquired by BJ's classmate, the ancient paintings of the Ming Dynasty are now famous and stylish, and they can be sold for at least 3,000 yuan in the market, which means that the things bought with this dollar have increased by 3,000 times.
"Thirty? Hey, isn't that a 30x profit? It's worth ......" Feng Kuang's face showed joy, this antique business is really profitable, one dollar can be bought for thirty dollars.
Ye Dongping curled his lips when he heard this, and said: "You kid is only this promising, thirty yuan? Not even a fraction, let me tell you, if this painting is sold by BJ, he won't even show it to him for thirty yuan......"
After Ye Dongping told Feng Kuang about these things he knew, the kid's wine immediately woke up, looked at the somewhat worn-out scroll in front of him in disbelief, and stammered: "Ye...... Uncle Ye, ...... You didn't lie to me, did you?" You say...... What is said is true? This...... This broken painting is worth three thousand yuan?"
"How fresh? I'm making up nonsense to tease you?"
Looking at Feng Xiang's stunned appearance, Ye Dongping laughed, although this kid couldn't read a few big characters, but his luck was really good, this shot was a big leak.
Suddenly, Feng Kuang slapped his head, screamed and ran out.
"Fengzi, why are you going?" Ye Dongping grabbed him.
"No, Uncle Ye, let go quickly, I'll go to that old lady again, maybe there are some good things at her house......"
"Okay, okay, how can there be such a good thing, you can be content if you take advantage of it once......"
Ye Dongping smiled and grabbed the seal, and said: "Let me tell you another story that happened to BJ, that person is even more unlucky than this old lady......"
"Is there anyone who is more unlucky than throwing three thousand yuan in vain?" After hearing Ye Dongping's words, Feng Xiang's attention was immediately attracted.
"Of course, that person threw millions in vain......"
Ye Dongping also heard from his classmates about this, there is a family surnamed Bai in BJ, his ancestor was a big collector in Sijiu City, specializing in collecting porcelain, and his reputation in the industry is very loud.
In the early 80s, there was a great director named Li Hanxiang in Hong Kong, and when BJ was making a movie, he found an acquaintance to visit a family surnamed Bai and asked to buy some porcelain.
At that time, the owner of the family surnamed Bai said that the good things had been smashed in the past few years, and now there are only a few foundations left, and there are dozens of pieces.
However, the man had a son, who admired the great director Li Hanxiang very much at that time, so he tried every means to encourage him to sell things.
After getting the money, the son bought the "three major pieces" of refrigerators, color TVs, and tape recorders.
Who knew that in 1983, Li Hanxiang sent a postcard and a magazine from Hong Kong to the Bai family, and the boy flipped through the magazine and found that there was an article introducing Li Hanxiang's collection of antiques, titled "The Great Director Li Hanxiang's "Little Forbidden City".
When the Bai family boy looked at the matching pictures, there were more than 20 collections that belonged to their family, and the prices below were as little as hundreds of thousands and as many as millions of Hong Kong dollars.
However, the Bai family boy was ashamed and brave, and later went to learn porcelain appraisal knowledge, and also made a lot of fame in the industry, of course, these are all afterwords.
This matter is basically known to everyone in the BJ antique circle, and since this incident, people have paid more attention to the antique art market, but similar things rarely happen.
The news of the small county is relatively closed, this old lady sold an ancient painting for one dollar, it is still possible to happen in this era, but this kind of thing is not sought after all, and it may not be possible to find it if you go to find it.
"Uncle Ye, then you mean, maybe you can still encounter this?" After listening to Ye Dongping's words, Feng Kuang's small eyes lit up, and he wished he could continue to pull the cart to collect the rags now.
"Fengzi, this ...... This money, alas, if you encounter this again, give someone more money......"
Ye Dongping is a highly educated person, and he always feels a little bumpy when he thinks about taking advantage of others like this, but when it comes to business, he can't blame Feng Xiang for anything.
(End of this chapter)