Rebirth of an Ugly Girl Turned Around

"Miss, are you planning to sell this lotus leaf brush washer?" Old Zhou has worked in this business for many years, and when he saw Qiao Yi'an take out this lotus leaf brush washer, he immediately understood, The little girl in front of her might want to sell this lotus leaf brush washer. Otherwise, I wouldn't come to his shop early in the morning. After all, I would only go to those large shops in Antique Street if I want to come for appraisal.

Only those shops have appraisers who specialize in the town.

"Yes, what I want to sell is this celadon lotus leaf brush washer from the Qianlong period. You can estimate the price. I'm in a hurry." Qiao Yian was with the old god, and put the lotus leaf brush in his hand to the old one. The front of Zhou pushed.

That indifference, and even slightly rude movements, made Lao Zhou terrified, and waved his hands distressedly: "Little girl, be gentle, this thing can't stand bumps! If it breaks, it will be broken." Oh no!"

Lao Zhou was afraid that Qiao Yi'an's hands and feet would not know the severity, so he said specifically: "It's worthless if it breaks." He was afraid that if something bumped into this thing.

Qiao Yi'an only found it funny, "Here are the things, old man, please take a look."

Lao Zhou carefully picked up the lotus leaf brush on the table and observed carefully. Compared with Tang and Song Dynasties, Ming and Qing porcelains have been handed down to this day, and they are more preserved and more perfect. In terms of value, ordinary Ming and Qing porcelains It is not as good as the Tang and Song Dynasties, but this statement does not represent the best of them.

The brush washer in front of me is very small, and it is only the size of a palm in my hand, but the perfect workmanship, exquisite and delicate secondary tires, all of which show that the value of this lotus leaf brush in front of me is not just a random porcelain bowl. disk can be compared.

Putting on white gloves, Lao Zhou took a flashlight and a magnifying glass to carefully examine this brush washer. Its unique shape, small and exquisite, and graceful and graceful lines are eye-catching. When this brush is washed, the glaze color is blue and pinkish white, as light as spring water, and as blue as the sky after rain, extremely fresh and elegant. Spirituality really makes people forget the vulgarity!

Such a beautiful brush washer that seems to have a soul is absolutely rare!

Searching through all the shops in the entire antique street, it is estimated that there is no such work.

This kind of thing is used to sell, the price is definitely not low.

Lao Zhou put down the brush in his hand, looked at Qiao Yi'an's expression, looked at the expression of the little girl in front of him and the calm look, and knew that he might be a good owner. If his price was lowered I'm sure the little girl will turn around and leave. Moreover, someone who can directly tell the origin of the lotus leaf brush washer is naturally a knowledgeable person. If he asks for a price indiscriminately, the other party may not agree.

But this price, the old Monday, was a little uncertain. He thought for a while, and said to Qiao Yi'an: "This lady doesn't know your last name yet? The price of this thing is not low, and I am not a professional appraiser , I want to call my friend and ask him to come and take a look for me, and then make a decision on what price to give, do you think so?"

"Waiting for your friend?" Qiao Yi'an frowned. It seemed that it was already 6:45 in the morning, and it was going to be 8 o'clock in the blink of an eye. The morning market is probably coming to an end, so what is the comparison?