His son also wondered at the time whether the bottle was an antique, but he asked a friend who had some knowledge of the subject to look at it for a long time, but the friend couldn't tell what it was.
The matter was left unresolved, and he had no objection to the old man giving the bottle to Wang Wei.
So I don't mind the old man specifically writing this matter into his will.
After all, the old man even wrote about giving a stool to his niece, so what else is missing from this vase?
Later, Wang Wei took the vase home, but had no use for it. One day, he accidentally discovered that it could be used to hold a feather duster, so he kept using it.
He has moved to many houses over the years, and he always takes the vase with him, and he doesn't care too much about its bumps. But this thing is indeed a good domestic product, it is very sturdy and nothing happened to it.
If this vase is really an antique as Miss Wei said, then the old man gave it to her at that time, which was very meaningful. Could it be that he did it on purpose?
Wang Wei couldn't figure it out, so he just gave up thinking about it.
He got up early the next morning, packed up quickly, and took a taxi to Fengshui Street.
There was no need to ask for directions. As soon as Wang Wei entered Fengshui Street, he saw the sign of Zhiyuanzhai. It was simple and elegant, and looked very high-end. It was a store he could not afford to visit normally.
In the past, Wang Wei would never consider entering such a store.
Regardless of whether he buys anything or not, he is afraid of bumping into something if he goes in. If he falls, he won’t be able to afford the compensation.
He tugged at his shirt, which had been washed until it turned white, wiped his hands on his trousers, and then slowly pushed open the door.
Wang Wei didn't dare to look at it any longer and walked straight to the counter.
"Hello, how can I help you?"
The young clerk spoke very politely and did not look at the other party strangely because of his shabby clothes, which made Wang Wei feel a little relieved.
"Hello, I'd like to ask if you accept bottles here? They're quite old."
"It depends on what kind of bottle it is and whether it has collectible value. I'll estimate the price based on the market and the condition of the bottle itself. Did you bring it with you?"
"I brought it, I brought it!"
After saying that, Wang Wei hurriedly took out the box he was carrying and placed it carefully on the table.
"Please come this way. I'll go call the appraiser."
When the clerk saw that there was a bottle-shaped object inside, he quickly led the person to the table next to him, where there was a special table mat to prevent the porcelain itself from being bumped.
The clerk shouted inside, and soon a white-haired old man came out from behind the counter.
When the old man saw the large green vase in Wang Wei's hand, his originally leisurely steps suddenly paused, and then he took another step forward with a bit of urgency.
"Let me see!"
The old man took out glasses and a magnifying glass from his pocket, and studied the bottle for a long time with an excited look on his face, muttering something about "The Blue Dragon Teaching His Son".
Wang Wei had no knowledge of this area, but judging from the old man's expression, it seemed to be something extraordinary.
He felt a little dizzy. He originally thought that it would be great if he could sell it for hundreds of thousands, but looking at the current situation, hundreds of thousands seemed to be too much?
After about half an hour, the old man finally finished looking. He put down the vase with a feeling of being unsatisfied, and then turned his gaze to Wang Wei.
"What's your name, sir?"
"I don't take your surname, my last name is Wang, Wang Wei."
The old man was so focused on looking at the vase that he forgot to offer tea. "Mr. Wang, please have some tea."
Wang Wei picked up the teacup in front of him and took a sip, pretending to taste it.
In fact, he doesn't like drinking tea. He has been busy these years and has no time to taste this elegant thing. For him, the best way to refresh himself is to brew a cup of instant coffee, which is cheap and fast.
The old man organized his words and calculated the funds currently in his account. He felt that he could definitely take down the vase.
"Mr. Wang, how much do you want for this vase?"
The old man said this intentionally. He could tell at a glance that Wang Wei was an outsider, so he didn't reveal the name of the thing at all, and directly asked the owner to make his own offer first.
In case the other party is unaware of the market and asks for an extremely low price, it is not impossible that the transaction will be completed directly in the end.
After all, they run an antique shop, not a charity.
Wang Wei scratched his head, looking completely clueless.
"I don't know what to ask for. Miss Wei said Zhiyuanzhai is a century-old shop and told me to just come over. They don't cheat anyone here. She also said that if I could help you come up with a price, I wouldn't be unfair."
The old man was stunned, "Miss Wei?"
Wang Wei continued naively, "Yes, Miss Wei, oh, Miss Wei's full name is Wei Mian."
When he heard that it was Wei Mian, the old man looked at Wang Wei in surprise and doubt. This time he didn't dare to underestimate him at all. He quickly changed his attitude and became more polite than before.
"Mr. Wang, please have some tea. Miss Wei is right. Our Zhiyuanzhai is a century-old shop. You can go ask around on this street. Every customer who comes to our Zhiyuanzhai has nothing bad to say about it!"
"Of course I felt it the moment I walked in. It really is an old shop with a lot of history!"
The two of them exchanged a few compliments before the old man pretended to ask Wang Wei casually, "I wonder what the relationship between Mr. Wang and Miss Wei is?"
Wang Wei took another big sip of tea.
"Miss Wei and I had some business dealings, and we became friends after a good chat. She recommended a shop here called Chen's Antiques to me, but I haven't had the chance to go there yet!"
What Wang Wei meant was very clear, that is, Zhiyuanzhai is not my only choice. As for whether to choose your place or not, I can compare them.
The old man originally thought that someone had heard of Wei Mian's name and came here to cheat him, but when he heard this, he immediately believed it completely, because he knew very well that Wei Mian had a better relationship with Chen Ji Antiques.
And the relationship with Zhiyuanzhai is entirely because of the Zheng family!
Wang Wei looked at the old man's expression and suddenly added, "Because Miss Wei said that my vase needs to be bought by a stronger antique shop, so I came here first."
The old man couldn't help but feel a little scared. It seemed that this kid already knew the approximate price. Then what were his plans just now -
He immediately straightened his expression, stroked his beard and thought for a while, and finally stretched out his hand to make the number six.
"This is the most Zhiyuanzhai can offer. You should know that although the underglaze red Canglong Jiaozi Large Plum Vase was sold for over 70 million last year, you know that was an auction, and it certainly can't be compared to the purchase price. Moreover, your vase has been improperly stored, and some areas have some minor glaze loss."
Then the old man pointed to a pinhole-sized spot that he had finally found with his eyes almost popping out, and showed it to Wang Wei.
Wang Wei was speechless after seeing this. Can you find a smaller one?
But he quickly reacted, suppressed his surprise, and pretended to be calm and asked, "How much did you say it would sell for at the auction?"
"74.59 million."
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