Sure enough, the fat man took a look at the copper coins that Mr. Zhang placed on the table, and his face immediately turned cold.
"That's all?" he asked.
Mr. Zhang is very smart.
"You take a look first, and we'll talk when it's suitable."
The fat man hummed, stretched out his index finger and picked out five copper coins from the dozen or so.
"These five coins can form the Five Emperors, and can be used by people who are particular about Feng Shui... As for the other copper coins..."
He glanced at Mr. Zhang.
"It's really not worth much, old man."
Mr. Zhang remained calm.
"How much can you give?"
The fat man was speechless.
The four people in front of me all have good temperaments, and their clothes and accessories are even more luxurious.
However, what he took out were small gadgets worth a few hundred dollars.
It is really not commensurate with their status.
But… he looked at the two wooden boxes they placed at their feet.
Then I understood.
"Five thousand at most. Four thousand and five are the Five Emperors' copper coins, and the five hundred are the remaining few."
After saying that, he looked at Lin Han and Mr. Zhang.
Lin Han and Mr. Zhang looked at each other.
The price given by this fat man is quite fair.
Perhaps, Fu Ruixiang can give a satisfactory price for the collections they brought.
However, the Geyao flowerpot was too conspicuous, and Lin Han didn't want to show off.
So he turned to the fat man and said:
"Let's go to the inner room!"
The fat man was stunned, then started laughing:
"You are really cautious!"
He pointed to the guests who were trading on the sofa next to him and said:
"Fu Ruixiang handles nearly 10 million worth of collections every day... Don't worry!"
Lin Han frowned.
"But I'm afraid my things can't be taken away even if you try!"
"Really? Let's open it and take a look first!"
The fat man didn't believe that someone with only a thousand dollars could produce goods worth tens of millions.
In fact, the fat man has seen many sellers like Lin Han who look bright and handsome on the outside but are cautious and test the market before taking out their collections.
There is no shortage of capable people in Shangjing.
Especially in the antique circle, all kinds of interesting things happen every day.
Fatty is no longer surprised.
Things that are taken out with great effort are not necessarily rare treasures.
Or it could be a carefully disguised fake.
Thinking of this, the fat man stared at Lin Han's movements as if he was watching a show.
I saw him carefully open the wooden box.
A twenty-centimeter square white-green flowerpot appeared before my eyes.
The flowerpot is stuffed with bubble paper and surrounded by soft cloth.
As Lin Han moved, the soft cloth and foam paper were removed, revealing the full appearance of the flower pot.
The fat man exclaimed, took out his glasses from his suit pocket and moved closer.
It was not until he saw clearly the different sizes of patterns on the flower pot that he took off his glasses, stared at Lin Han, and asked:
"Could it be...Ge Kiln?"
Lin Han didn't answer, but just looked at the fat man quietly.
The fat man was surprised instead. He stretched out his fat hands, carefully stuffed the bubble paper back into the flowerpot, and then covered the box.
Afterwards, he respectfully made an invitation gesture to Lin Han.
"Four distinguished guests, please go upstairs. I'll go report to the boss now. Xiao Zhang! Hurry and pour tea for the guests!"
With a greeting, a few capable young men appeared from nowhere.
Some led Lin Han and others upstairs, while others helped carry things and hold wooden boxes.
After this action, all the guests on the first floor looked at him sideways.
Complaining about why you are not treated like this.
With the fat man's hospitable hospitality, Lin Han, Zhang Lao and others sat in the VIP room on the second floor.
The few old men who were originally sitting outside drinking tea and chatting were also whispering towards them.
Some even couldn't wait to knock on the door and come in, saying they wanted to take a look first.
However, the fat man politely stopped him.
Ten minutes later, an elegant man in his fifties walked in surrounded by a crowd of people.
The man introduced himself: "I am the boss of Fu Ruixiang, Wang Yang."
Lin Han looked him up and down.
I don’t know when it started.
Lin Han developed a habit.
That is, when looking at a person, look at his appearance first.
This is actually the same principle as looking at antiques.
Although each treasure has its own characteristics, they all have one thing in common.
That's pleasing to the eye.
The same goes for people. If someone looks pleasing to the eye, their character is probably not that bad.
This is not metaphysics, but the externalization of a person's inner self.
When a poor man suddenly becomes rich, he would like to hang all his property on his body.
But they have no appreciation of aesthetics, so gold chains, rubies, and colorful things are an eyesore to them.
People who have no confidence or ability like to package themselves.
Usually it’s a big brand logo, just to let people know that he has something.
Little do they know that this is counterproductive.
But the Wang Yang in front of him was so low-key that he didn't look like a boss.
He had almost no jewelry on his body, the only thing he wore was a pair of glasses.
Can't tell the material either.
As for clothes, they are all ordinary brands.
The only people who cannot be underestimated are the assistants and followers behind him who are respectful to him.
"I don't know. Can I take a look at Mr. Lin's collection?"
Wang Yang was also very polite in his speech.
Lin Han was not vague either. He took out the wooden box, opened it casually, took out the flower pot inside, and put it on the table.
At this time, the elderly experts outside had been invited in by Wang Yang.
The moment the flowerpot was taken out, these people took a breath silently.
Then gather around.
The warm morning sun shines on the texture of the gold and iron wires of the flowerpots.
It reflects a fascinating light.
The old men were amazed and took out magnifying glasses and reading glasses from their pockets one by one.
Without saying a word, just watch.
A Ge kiln square flowerpot of this quality and value.
See one, one less.
Not to mention they are in their sixties or seventies.
Even the records in ancient books only reveal a few fragments of the Southern Song Dynasty Ge Kiln.
Rarely seen.
An old man with white hair and beard finished reading it. He was the first to put down the magnifying glass and sat on the sofa for a long time without saying a word.
Wang Yang had also finished reading it.
Seeing the old man in a trance, he asked:
"Uncle, what do you think..."
The old man pursed his lips and looked at Wang Yang deeply.
"I think there's no problem. Let's see what Mr. Lin offers!"
Another tall and thin old man heard this and expressed a different opinion.
"I don't know what Mr. Wang meant by 'no problem'?"
Mr. Wang tapped his fingers on the table.
"Of course it's Ge Kiln, no problem!"
The tall and thin old man smiled contemptuously:
"As far as I know, there are only five or six Ge kiln pieces in existence, and there are two here?"
His meaning is clear.
The flowerpot in front of me can't be real.
If it really is a Ge kiln flowerpot, wouldn’t it cause a worldwide sensation?
But there was no news before.
They had never heard of people like Lin Han and Zhang Lao.
How could they have the priceless Ge kiln square flowerpot?
The tall and thin old man's words were agreed by many people.
In short, after a few minutes, these six or seven experts were divided into two groups.
Some say that flower pots need to be tested with instruments.
Some people even concluded that these two flower pots are Ge kiln square flower pots.
Lin Han and Zhang Lao let them argue.
Generally, there is no need to express any opinions at this time.
Needless to say, those who really know what they are doing are the real experts.
But if someone doesn't know the value of something, no matter how much you say, it will be useless.