Chapter 203: Antiques are also broken
"Haoran, don't you make money by collecting junk? Why don't you have any junk at home?"
Chen Jianye asked directly.
"You definitely can't leave junk in a house you live in. The whole house will stink up with junk and it will be uninhabitable."
"I put all the scraps I collected in a small bungalow nearby."
Hu Haoran explained with a smile.
"What about the good stuff you collected today? Can you show it to me?"
"I'm quite interested."
Chen Jianye asked.
"Sure, that item just happened to be delivered to Jibin, let's go together."
Hu Haoran stood up.
"Are you leaving now? Just sit for a while. Why are you in such a hurry? You haven't even sat down to warm your butt yet."
Hu's father tried to persuade him to stay.
"Dad, we have some important things to do. Next time I'll invite Jianye to our house for dinner and have a good chat with him."
Hu Haoran said this and strode out of the house.
Chen Jianye and Qiu Jibin exchanged a few polite words with Hu's father and followed Hu Haoran.
The three of them walked a few steps and came to a bungalow.
Chen Jianye stood at the door and could already smell the stench coming from inside the house.
Hu Haoran opened the door.
Push the door open and enter.
"Jianye, this is your first time here. Don't be disgusted. This is what junk collecting is like. It stinks."
Hu Haoran took the initiative to speak.
As he spoke, he flipped the light switch.
The room suddenly became bright.
"Don't mind. Come and see your treasure trove and broaden your horizons."
Chen Jianye said casually.
His eyes moved around the room.
The room is not big, only about twenty square meters, and is divided into six areas.
Some are for waste paper, and some are for waste plastic.
There are also waste cloth, waste metal and so on.
It was separated by a partition in the middle, and there was a pile of junk inside.
The house was filled with a foul smell.
Inside the room, there was a table with a simple shoe rack made of wooden boards on it.
There are many antique items placed on the shoe rack.
There are small bronze objects, as well as porcelain, such as small bowls, tea cups and other small items.
But those antiques were all damaged.
The bronze ware was covered with gray-green rust and had several corners missing.
The small bowls and teacups were also broken and incomplete.
"Haoran, are those antiques you collected?"
Chen Jianye became somewhat interested.
"Yes, these are all small things I collected before. They are not valuable."
Hu Haoran walked towards the table.
"How do you tell if this thing is worth the money?"
Chen Jianye asked curiously.
"That's something to talk about."
"Generally speaking, we first look at the craftsmanship, then the condition, and then the age. The rarer the item, the more valuable it is."
"For example, the objects used by the kings and nobles of the previous dynasties were all the pinnacle of craftsmanship of their time. In their time, they were top luxury items, so they are naturally more valuable now."
"Appearance is also important. If a teacup is missing a lid or a hairpin is broken, it's useless. I just collect it for fun."
"Then there's the age. The older the item is, the harder it is to preserve. Rare items are valuable, so they are naturally more valuable."
Hu Haoran explained briefly.
"Ah? Only items used by princes and nobles are valuable. Things used by ordinary people are not valuable?"
Chen Jianye knew something about it.
"That's for sure."
“The pots, pans, and utensils used by ordinary people will be worthless after thousands of years.”
"The emperor's teacups, tableware, clothes and shoes were all custom-made for him by top masters. It's hard to imagine them not being valuable."
Hu Haoran nodded.
"It turns out that cultural relics can also be divided into high and low grades."
Chen Jianye sighed.
"It's divided in the first place. Think about it, the words written by the leader are priceless."
"If it is put in a few hundred years, will the price be even higher?"
"If you ask an ordinary person to write a few words, it will still be useless even after hundreds of years."
Hu Haoran said with a smile.
"That's true. Mr. Zhang Daqian's paintings are very valuable now. In a few decades, their prices will double."
Chen Jianye echoed.
He was not sure about the specific price of Zhang Daqian's calligraphy and paintings, but he vaguely remembered that at the Christie's auction in Hong Kong in later generations, Zhang Daqian's calligraphy and paintings were sold for more than 200 million yuan.
It's absolutely astronomical.
"For those of us who work in the antique business, Zhang Daqian is the equivalent of Wu Daozi of the Tang Dynasty. If we can receive his authentic works and pass them down to our family, it can ensure the revitalization of our family."
"As for the leader's handwriting, I don't even dare to think about it."
Hu Haoran laughed to himself.
"Hey, are all these things on your cabinet real?"
Chen Jianye asked curiously.
"They are all real, but they are all broken. I can't sell them for much money. I keep them for my own collection."
"If you're interested, feel free to take it and have a look. It doesn't matter if it falls."
Hu Haoran said frankly.
Chen Jianye picked up the bronze wine glass that interested him the most.
Although two of the legs were broken, the cup was also deformed.
But you can vaguely see the condition of the bronze wine cup when it was in good condition.
"This wine cup is from the Warring States Period. At that time, only those who were granted titles of nobility or military commissions were qualified to use it."
Hu Haoran introduced.
"What a pity! If this wine glass was intact, how much would it sell for?"
Chen Jianye held the wine glass, played with it in his hand for a while, and then put it back on the wooden cabinet.
"That's incredible, at least this much."
Hu Haoran held up three fingers.
"Three hundred dollars?"
Chen Jianye guessed.
"Yes, three hundred dollars."
Hu Haoran was a little unhappy: "I thought you were going to say thirty yuan, how come you said three hundred yuan without any fluctuation."
"Haha, I'm just asking casually, I'm not buying this thing."
“No matter how expensive it is, it has nothing to do with me.”
Chen Jianye smiled casually.
Three hundred yuan is a huge sum of money for ordinary people, and they may not be able to come up with it even if they sell everything they have.
But for Chen Jianye, that's it.
Buying eight or ten won't hurt.
On the one hand, he has a lot of money in his pocket.
Secondly, he has the space with him, so even if he does farm work, he can still earn a few hundred dollars a month.
Therefore, the price of three hundred yuan could not stir up any waves in Chen Jianye's heart.
"Actually, if these things were sold, they could fetch some money."
"I won't say more, ten or twenty dollars is no problem."
Qiu Jibin said with a smile.
Chen Jianye looked at Hu Haoran with some surprise.
"What are you selling? Ten or twenty dollars won't make me rich."
"If I sell these items, I will shorten my life."
Hu Haoran waved his hands unhappily.
"How can it shorten my life? What's going on?"
Chen Jianye asked curiously.
Are people who resell antiques so feudal and superstitious?
It shouldn't be.
"Just think about it, who would collect these damaged antiques? They are all black-hearted veterans."
"Take the wine bottle you were playing with just now, for example. If it fell into the hands of a counterfeiter, he would mend it and sell it, wouldn't that be a rip-off?"
"I don't make that kind of money. It's too immoral."
Hu Haoran said angrily.
"Are there still people who forge antiques these days?"
Chen Jianye looked confused.
He always thought that counterfeiting antiques was a relatively technical job.
It can only be done with the development of science and technology.
I didn’t expect that there were methods of counterfeiting antiques in the 1960s.