Chapter 11: Thousand-year-old salted fish, imperial sword

The old man held this "white marble clothes rack" with a very serious expression.

It was so serious that Su Yuan even had an illusion.

What he held in his hands was a treasure worth hundreds of millions!

"uncle!"

Su Yuan wiped the tea from the corner of his mouth and looked at the clothes drying rack in the old man's hand with some disbelief:
"Are you really here to appraise treasures?"

The old man looked at Su Yuan very seriously:

"Of course I'm here to appraise treasures, why else would I spend two hundred dollars on the registration fee?"

Anyone can participate in the appraisal of the Hua Xia Collection program, but a registration fee of 200 yuan is required.

This is the cost of the appraisal.

Of course, this money is not wasted. After paying the 200 yuan registration fee, not only can the participating appraisers conduct the first round of appraisal, but if there are any doubts about the items, they can also have a national treasure-level appraisal master like Ye Qingyuan conduct a re-appraisal.

Therefore, there were still a lot of people who came to sign up on site, and there were long queues in front of many appraisers, especially the queues in front of Zixuan and Su Yuan were the longest.

but……

This old man spent two hundred yuan to get a clothes drying rack for appraisal, which really made everyone, including the audience who signed up for the treasure appraisal, unable to hold back.

Zixuan was already laughing so hard that he was choking on his stomach and patting the table:

"Oh my god! I've never seen anything like this before!"

"My dear friends, it is said that if you climb too many mountains, you will eventually encounter a tiger. Zixuan, I have appraised so many treasures that I can even see clothes drying racks!"

Su Yuan was also trying hard to hold back his laughter, looking at the serious-looking old man:

"Uncle, are you sure this is a treasure?"

This old man made a bunch of people laugh, but he was still able to maintain a serious expression:

"Yes, this is my family's heirloom. My father had it at that time!"

Su Yuan carefully held the "white marble clothes drying rack".
But didn’t his father already have it at that time?
Plastic is dying!

My goodness, this thing can be broken into pieces if you are not careful.

This old man must have something wrong with his brain.

Maybe he was just thinking about getting rich overnight by getting a cultural relic, and ended up going crazy!
Su Yuan tried hard not to laugh, and carefully held the "white marble clothes drying rack" back to the old man:

"Uncle, please go back first and let them refund you the 200 yuan appraisal fee. I see that it's not easy for you to earn this 200 yuan!"

Seeing that Su Yuan refused to identify it, the old man put away the clothes drying rack and took out a black and moldy salted fish from his bag:

"Can you please identify this for me? This is my family's ancestral sword!"

The audience nearby were completely overwhelmed when they saw the old man take out the "Imperial Sword".

Zixuan almost fell under the table laughing.

All the audience in the live broadcast room burst into laughter.

"Oh my god, the Imperial Sword is out!"

"No problem, this is a peerless magic weapon with the spirit of the imperial sword hidden in the body of a thousand-year-old salted fish. It is priceless!"

"I think there's nothing wrong with it. If you don't believe me, try it!"

"Forget it, no one dares to taste it. What if they get poisoned to death?"

"Grandpa spent these two hundred dollars...Oh my god, I am dying of laughter!"

Su Yuan could only suppress his laughter and tried to act dignified and gentle.
The imperial sword made from thousand-year-old salted fish,
If this angers me, I will use the imperial sword that can behead tyrants and treacherous ministers to kill him!

At this time, the staff nearby saw this scene and realized that the old man must have a brain problem, so they quickly came over to support the old man:

"Master, your treasure is too precious. I'm afraid our treasure appraiser cannot make an appraisal. Could you please move over there and take a rest first?"

The old man who took out two "top-quality items handed down from generation to generation" was then helped by the staff to the lounge nearby.

Zixuan, who was standing next to him, managed to hold his stomach and crawled up, then sat back in his chair:

"Brother, what luck did you draw to get such a treasure?"

"This guy must be crazy! He came over here with a clothes drying rack and some salted fish. It's so funny!"

Su Yuan shook his head and sighed:

"This guy must be thinking about getting rich overnight by getting a cultural relic. He's going crazy!"

"Wenwan, after all, is for people with money and free time to play with. It's fine to enjoy it as a hobby, but if you use it as a tool to get rich overnight, it will be difficult to extricate yourself from the wrong path, and you may even suffer losses as a result!"

These words of his were all spoken from the heart.

Although his father, Su Maosheng, was a well-known treasure appraiser in the cultural relics circle in Shanghai, he fell into the trap because of a moment of negligence.

As a result, he suffered a myocardial infarction in anger.

As for the old man who came with the jade Ultraman for appraisal, he also went astray by accident, and was cheated of three hundred yuan by someone who took advantage of his hope of finding a bargain.

Therefore, if you have the ability and vision, you can try collecting cultural relics.

If you are not a professional and do not have a certain amount of financial resources, it is best not to touch it.

After hearing Su Yuan's words, the audience in the live broadcast room expressed their agreement:

"The host is right. The water in the cultural relics field is too deep!"

"Where can you find so many genuine goods nowadays? It's like panning for gold in the sand!"

"The real good stuff was almost all gone 20 or 30 years ago. Now the market is basically full of fakes, and the counterfeiting methods are getting more and more sophisticated!"

"Just play around. If you get too obsessed, you might actually go crazy like that old man just now!"

As they were talking, Su Yuan and Zixuan identified a few more items, but none of them were authentic, they were basically imitations made with modern craftsmanship.

Many viewers who come to appraise treasures usually buy things with the mentality of finding a bargain. They spend two hundred yuan to have the treasure appraised, thinking that it might be a good thing and they can make a fortune from it.

“There are so few good things!”

Another old man came on stage, holding an extremely exquisite brocade box. He glanced at the treasure appraiser who had just walked away from Su Yuan, shook his head and said with a smile:

"They don't know the value of things. They just bring a Chenghua Chicken Cup to appraise it. They don't think about how precious this Chenghua Chicken Cup is. How can you buy it in the market for just a few hundred yuan?"

Su Yuan heard what the old man said and felt that it was true, so he smiled at him:
"It seems that you have brought good things with you, sir!"

The old man smiled complacently and slowly opened the brocade box in his hand:
"That is!"

"Let me tell you, young man, this treasure of mine is different from theirs. It is really passed down from my ancestors!"

"There is a story behind this thing..."

When they heard him say that there was a story behind the baby, Zixuan and Su Yuan couldn't help but smile knowingly.

There is basically a story behind every cultural relic.

However, if you encounter someone who tells you a story before showing you something, you need to be extra careful.

Because, his stories are most likely false!
That thing may not be true!
(End of this chapter)