The golden wrong knife could no longer be sold, so Yang Zimei took out another Pisces plate that she had scavenged, "Mr. Song, help me identify this."
"Oh? You have others?" Song Xuan carefully took the Pisces plate from her hand with a slight surprise, and picked up the magnifying glass to carefully examine and identify it.
He is a person who has a persistent love for antiques. As soon as he was involved in the appraisal, he immediately became extremely focused and serious, thus forgetting the stab wound just now.
Yang Zimei liked to see him serious and focused, with a certain detached elegance.
Song Xuan put down the magnifying glass in his hand, looked up at her, and just bumped into her black eyes, his heart jumped again, he hurriedly avoided, lowered his head and stroked the pair of fish dishes, "This is the silver gilt from Ding Kiln in the Northern Song Dynasty. Gold buckle bent waist depicting double fish plate. Ding kiln is one of the five famous kilns in the Northern Song Dynasty. The plate has six flower openings, open and flat, bent waist, low circle feet, white glaze inside and outside, circle feet wrapped in glaze, and gilt rim on the mouth. The inner wall depicts Pisces, with smooth lines, vivid images and superb craftsmanship, was a harem item in the court at that time."
"How much is it worth?" Yang Zimei was most concerned about this right now.
"The market price is about 380,000 yuan. If it is auctioned, it may be higher. It depends on the preferences of the collectors. Some collectors just love this Ding kiln porcelain."
"Does Mr. Song want to buy this?"
Song Xuan looked up at her, "Zimei, you seem to have a special feeling for antiques, but you don't have enough knowledge. In two days, there will be an antique auction in our city A. I wonder if you are interested in seeing it? And your Pisces plate, if you want a higher price, I can help you put it up for auction, how about it?"
As soon as he heard that there was an antique auction, Yang Zimei naturally wanted to see and see, "I want to go."
"Okay, at nine o'clock the day after tomorrow, you come here to find me, and I'll go with you." Seeing her promise, Song Xuan was very happy.
"Thank you, Mr. Song." Yang Zimei looked up at the rows of books on antiques on the bookshelf, "Ten years ago, Mr. Song said that he would teach me about antiques, but I missed the appointment. I wonder if I can still fulfill it now? "
"I've been waiting." Song Xuan smiled all over his face, what he was waiting for was her words.
"I'm in school now, and I'll come to study with you every Saturday and Sunday. Usually, you can lend me some books, okay?"
"En." Song Xuan nodded, got up and took out "Introduction to Antique Appreciation" from the bookshelf and handed it to Yang Zimei, "You should read this book first, and then learn other fine knowledge by category one by one."
"Okay." Yang Zimei took the book as thick as a brick, "Thank you, Mr. Song."
"Zimei, if I want to enter the auction with this pair of fish dishes, I have to take it to register for the appraisal first, otherwise, I won't be able to enter the auction exhibition hall." Song Xuan looked at the pair of fish dishes and said.
"Well, then stay here, and you can keep it for me." Regarding Song Xuan's character, Yang Zimei could trust her, and he gave her the feeling that even if the whole world lied to her, he would not be the same.
"Thank you for your trust in me." Seeing that she was not on guard against him at all, Song Xuan was very happy.
"You are worthy of my trust." Yang Zimei looked at him and said, "Mr. Song is the most noble person I have ever met, just like this Zhilan."
With such praise from her, Song Xuan felt like he was stepping on a cloud, a little light.
As long as she trusts him, all this is enough.