Gao Qingmu, Ren Xunfeng and the stall owner were all stunned. They really didn't expect that there was a mechanism inside the wooden box.
However, the fact that there is a mechanism in the wooden box does not mean that they have lost.
Ren Xunfeng said, "I certainly didn't find this mechanism, but it doesn't prove anything. Everyone can see that this wooden box has been reworked. Perhaps this mechanism was added during that process. It doesn't mean that the wooden box itself has a mechanism unless you can provide strong evidence."
Gao Qingmu nodded slightly. The fact that there was a mechanism alone only meant that they had not thoroughly studied the wooden box. However, it was still a bit far-fetched to say that the value of the wooden box had changed again because of the existence of a mechanism.
The stall owner also agreed, "That's right. One mechanism alone doesn't explain the problem. The biggest problem with this wooden box is the secondary processing, not what's hidden inside."
Shen Qi smiled and said, "Indeed, just looking at this mechanism doesn't really tell you anything, but you should see what else is inside it."
After saying that, Shen Qi took out the thin wooden board at the bottom of the wooden box, and the inner layer was completely revealed.
Inside the interlayer there is a piece of silk that is neatly folded and as thin as a cicada's wing, which looks very exquisite.
Gao Qingmu, Ren Xunfeng and the stall owner were all people with good vision. They were speechless when they saw this piece of silk.
Although I haven't picked up the silk yet, just based on its exquisiteness, I know that it is definitely an ordinary piece of silk!
Perhaps, because of the existence of this piece of silk, the value of this wooden box will really change?
Shen Qi handed the wooden box and the silk to Gao Qingmu, "Mr. Gao, you are a recognized master in the antique world. Come and see the origin of this piece of silk."
Upon hearing this, Gao Qingmu hurriedly took the wooden box with both hands, took out his glasses and gloves, and looked very serious.
After everything was ready, he carefully picked up the silk and studied it carefully.
After a moment, Gao Qingmu's expression became excited. Ren Xunfeng and the stall owner saw Gao Qingmu's reaction and hurriedly asked, "Grandpa Gao, what did you see?"
Gao Qingmu took off his glasses, sighed, and said, "I didn't expect that I was wrong this time. This piece of silk is extremely finely crafted. If I'm not mistaken, it must have been woven by skilled craftsmen during the Yongzheng period of the Qing Dynasty. If it weren't kept in the interlayer of this wooden box, it would never have been preserved so well."
"During the Yongzheng period of the Qing Dynasty?"
The stall owner's expression changed several times. "Mr. Gao, are you kidding me?"
Yongzheng was nearly three hundred years away from now, which means that this piece of silk has a history of nearly three hundred years and is still well preserved. It is a veritable antique and can definitely be sold at a high price if it meets the right person. But he just sold it to Ren Xunfeng for a hundred yuan. How could he not regret it?
Even if Chen Qiu gave him another ten thousand yuan, it was nothing compared to this piece of silk.
He felt his heart begin to tremble, if he hadn't taken into account that he had been in the antiques industry for more than ten years and had gained some fame, and the rule in the antiques market was that after the transaction was completed, one could never regret it.
No matter what he sold or bought, whether it turned out to be a loss or a profit, he had to accept it, otherwise the antique market would be in chaos.
It was precisely because he understood this rule that the stall owner felt particularly depressed. If he had known this earlier, he would not have agreed even if Chen Qiu offered 10,000, let alone 100,000.
Ren Xunfeng was also stunned. This wooden box was actually real and contained something secret?
He had bought a lot of things in the antique market, but this was the first time he had encountered a situation like today.
So what Shen Qi said just now was not a joke?
They didn't buy the wooden box for bribery, but because they really valued the value of the box?
Thinking of what he had just said, no matter what was in the wooden box, no matter how much it was worth, it had nothing to do with him anymore, and he suddenly felt empty in his heart.
Although he had no intention of making a fortune from this wooden box at the beginning, he still felt a little uncomfortable when he knew that such a valuable item had slipped away from his hands.
I finally got a good deal, but ended up losing it in this way. How could this happen?
Chen Qiu's face was already full of smiles. Gao Qingmu's words completely reversed the situation.
He didn't care at all what was in the wooden box or how much it was worth.
No matter how valuable the antiques are, can they be compared with the project that the Shen family is waiting for acceptance?
As long as we can convince Ren Xunfeng this time, the rest of the things will be easy.
Gao Qingmu glanced at the stall owner and said, "Boss Wang, I wouldn't joke with my reputation! The last time I looked at this wooden box, I didn't notice the inner layer, let alone this piece of silk. Now that the silk is in my hands, could I be wrong again?"
"No, I dare not!"
The stall owner finally came to his senses. His unintentional words just now clearly questioned Gao Qingmu's vision.
"Mr. Gao, how much do you think this piece of silk is worth?"
When Ren Xunfeng heard this, he couldn't help but prick up his ears.
Gao Qingmu said, "Silk from the Yongzheng era is so well-preserved and so exquisite that it was probably used by the emperor. Its value is hard to say. If you meet a connoisseur who really wants to collect it, millions is no joke."
"Millions?"
Ren Xunfeng and the stall owner gasped at the same time. What Shen Qi said was actually right. It was worth one million?
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