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"Uncle, how did you get this pen holder?"

At this time, Wang Guan did not rush to look at the brush, but first inquired about the specific situation.

"This is something passed down from our ancestors." Huang's father said with some pride: "Xiao Wang, you may not know that our ancestor is Huang Tingjian, one of the famous four bachelors of the Su family, and this writing brush is probably passed down from him.

"

"Stop bragging." Huang Mu shook her head and said, "You don't know how many people have seen this bad pen. People will definitely praise you in front of you, but they don't know what to say about you behind your back."

"What are you talking about?" Huang's father snorted, "They don't know the goods. They have eyes but don't recognize gold and jade."

"I would rather it be gold inlaid with jade, or even silver inlaid with copper. It would at least be worth some money." Huang Mu said with disdain, "But if you give it away, no one will want it."

"I won't argue with you anymore. Women are really long-haired and short-sighted..." Father Huang muttered quietly, then smiled at Wang Guan and said, "Xiao Wang, don't listen to her. See if this is an antique."

"Then I'll get started." Wang Guan smiled, gently took out the pen holder, and observed it carefully. The pen holder is about 24 centimeters long, round in shape, and bright yellow in color.

Wang Guan weighed it a little and felt that the pen barrel was a little light. Looking at the texture of the surface, he could definitely conclude that it was a bamboo tube.

After looking at it for a while, Wang Guan made a preliminary judgment in his mind, and then he paid attention to the bald tip of the pen. Judging from the uneven edges, it should be that the tip of the pen was bald due to long-term use of the brush for writing.

At this time, Wang Guan reached out and slightly pulled the edge of the pen, and found that the tip of the pen was a little loose, and he was able to pull out three or four centimeters of the edge of the pen barrel...

"Huh!"

Wang Guan was stunned, with a thoughtful look on his face.

"Xiao Wang, what's wrong?" Huang's father looked over, and then said nonchalantly: "Don't worry, the pen tip has long been loose. It's not surprising if it falls out."

"Uncle, this is not easy." Wang Guan said with a smile, flicking his fingers. Feeling the roundness and smoothness of the pen barrel, he was even more sure of his judgment.

"Of course, it's an ancestral treasure from my uncle's family. How could it be bad?" At the right time, Peng Cheng took the opportunity to flatter Wang Guan and at the same time quietly extended his thumb to Wang Guan, secretly praising him for his cleverness.

"Xiao Peng, you have to be honest."

However, Father Huang's sharp eyes noticed Peng Cheng's little tricks and said angrily: "Good is good, bad is bad, we can't just deal with it casually. If you deliberately tell lies to make me happy, I won't be happy."

"Uh..." Peng Cheng scratched his head and smiled awkwardly: "Uncle, I was wrong."

"Uncle, you wrongly blamed Peng Cheng. This thing is really good."

At the same time, Wang Guan said quickly: "Although I cannot prove that this pen holder was used by Huang Tingjian, I can say with certainty that this pen is at least eight hundred years old."

"What?"

Huang's father was shocked and a little unbelievable. After all, he often said that this was something passed down from his ancestors, but in fact he had no confidence in his heart. To put it bluntly, it was a bit of a boast.

Therefore, after hearing Wang Guan's words, Huang's father was not overjoyed, but instead said suspiciously: "Xiao Wang, you must be honest..."

"Uncle, I am telling the truth."

Wang Guan said with a helpless smile: "This pen of yours is thickly coated with pulp, has a translucent luster, and is extremely light. It has obviously been stored for many years. The most important thing is that the tip of the pen is hidden within the tube. This is the famous pen Zhuge during the Tang and Song Dynasties."

Distinctive Characteristics of the Pen.”

"Zhuge pen?" Peng Cheng asked in surprise: "The pen invented by Zhuge Liang?"

"No..." Wang Guan shook his head and explained: "Zhuge brush is a kind of Xuan brush. It comes from Zhuge Gao, a master of brush making in the Southern Tang Dynasty. It is said that Zhuge Gao is skilled in making brushes and his skills are superb, ranking first in the country, so

Also known as Zhuge Bi."

"Xiao Wang, are you trying to trick me?"

Huang's father was dubious and said, "I've only heard of rice paper, but not Xuan pen."

"Uncle, what did I lie to you for?"

Wang Guan couldn't laugh or cry: "In ancient Xuanzhou, not only rice paper was famous, but Xuan pen was also outstanding. Xuan pen at that time was famous for a while. Famous officials in the Northern Song Dynasty, such as Ouyang Xiu, Mei Yaochen, Ye Mengde and others, all praised Xuanzhou.

There are historical records for this and it cannot be faked. It was only in the Yuan Dynasty that the Xuan brush gradually declined and was replaced by the Hu brush."

"real!"

Seeing that Wang Guan's words were clear and logical, Father Huang became a little convinced.

"Of course it's true." Wang Guan said: "In those days, Zhuge Gao was the best at making brushes from animal hair. The most famous ones were the rat whisker brush and the purple hair brush. Each brush cost ten gold, and everyone in the world was competing for it.

People are rushing to buy it, but the supply exceeds the demand."

"Ten gold, isn't that very valuable?"

At this time, Huang Mu was also attracted.

"Ten taels of gold, how much is that?" Peng Cheng was also a little stunned. He looked at Wang Guan's pen holder and asked with great suspicion: "Is this thing so expensive?"

"I'm talking about special pens specially made for dignitaries, not ordinary pens like this." Wang Guan said with a smile: "Don't underestimate the ancients, they were also very smart, and they also knew how to classify products and sell them to different classes.

people."

"It's been eight hundred years. No matter how common things are, they should be very expensive now." Huang Mu asked hurriedly, still more concerned about the specific price.

"It's hard to say." Wang Guan muttered: "The collection of ancient writing brushes is a relatively unpopular item. Unless you meet someone you like, you will be willing to spend a lot of money to buy it."

"Isn't that right? This is an antique. No one wants antiques, right?" Huang's mother questioned.

"Auntie, that's not what you said." Wang Guanwen smiled and said: "Everyone may have certain misunderstandings about antique collection. They always think that the older things are, the more valuable they are..."

"That's right. Is there anything wrong?"

Not only Huang Mu nodded, but Peng Cheng and others next to her also expressed their agreement.

"It's not wrong, but it's very unreliable."

Wang Guan shook his head and explained patiently: "Actually, antiques are similar to today's things. They were valuable in ancient times, and they are definitely valuable now. If they were shabby in ancient times, not many people would be willing to buy them now. To put it bluntly, it depends on the quality of the things.

.Everyone must be rushing to get good things. Other celebrity effects, rarity, etc. are just added value."

"But don't TV often show a few broken bamboo slips and say they are national treasures..." Huang Mu said in confusion: "I don't think those things are that good."

"That's in terms of cultural value." Wang Guan said with a smile: "The bamboo slips themselves have little value, but the words recorded on the bamboo slips have immeasurable research value..."

"Okay, don't interrupt and raise money all day long. You are very vulgar." Huang's father waved his hands impatiently: "Look how well Xiao Wang said, cultural value. The brush is one of the four treasures of the ancient study, so it has cultural value.

"

"That's right." At this time, Wang Guan was really flattering and said with a smile: "This pen of yours has certain reference significance for the study of ancient Xuan pens."

"In other words, it's not valuable." Huang's mother was a little disappointed.

"Ten or twenty thousand." Wang Guan thought for a while and said with a smile: "This is a conservative estimate, maybe it can be higher."

"Twenty thousand?"

Huang's father and mother were a little surprised. The price had exceeded their psychological bottom line.

Seeing that they didn't believe it, Wang Guan chuckled and said: "Uncle and aunt, I am not just talking nonsense. In recent years, the collection of the four treasures of the study has gradually become more popular, and the collection of writing brushes is also a trend. Unfortunately, this pen is only made of bamboo. If

They are wooden poles, lacquer poles, or porcelain poles with carved characters or patterns, and the price is incredibly high."

"For example, a few years ago, there was a Ming Dynasty Wanli bamboo calligraphy brush with flower and bird patterns at a large auction. The estimate was only 80,000 to 120,000 yuan, but the final transaction price reached 990,000 yuan."

Wang Guan laughed and said: "Of course, there are reasons for the high transaction price. It depends on the quality, craftsmanship, condition and other details. The price is so high. But, your pen is only made of bamboo.

The pen barrel has no engravings or patterns on it, so it is just an ordinary brush. If it were not possible to identify it as a Zhuge brush from the craftsmanship of the brush tip, I am afraid it would not be worth 20,000 yuan."

"Xiao Wang, don't get me wrong. We don't think the money is small, but we think it's too much." Huang's father hesitated and said: "Twenty thousand yuan, is anyone willing to buy it?"

"Of course I do."

While talking, Wang Guan took out a business card of Jiguzhai, handed it to Huang's father, and said with a smile: "Uncle, this is where I work. If you don't mind the trouble, you can take the time to go over. Our manager will definitely

I will accept this from you."

"Porcelain Capital, it's a bit far..." Father Huang seemed to have dispelled his doubts, but he didn't say much. After that, he put away his pen and became more enthusiastic about Wang Guan.

In a blink of an eye, it was past three o'clock in the afternoon, and Wang Guan and Peng Cheng also said goodbye and left.

"Going back so early? Let's stay for dinner." Huang's father persuaded them to stay. Naturally, the two of them refused, and Huang's father didn't force it. He just smiled and asked them to come and play often when they had time in the future.

After leaving the door, Wang Guan got into the car. After waiting for a long time, Peng Chengcai finished saying goodbye to Huang Ting and walked over reluctantly.

"puff……"

Wang Guan drove away immediately without saying a word.

On the way, Peng Cheng burst into tears and said: "Wang Guan, thank you so much for helping me share the firepower today. Don't say anything else. I'm treating you tonight. I must stay up all night and never come back until I'm drunk!"

As he spoke, Peng Cheng said a little worriedly: "By the way, is what you said true?"

"What is real or fake?" Wang Guan asked in confusion, operating the steering wheel very skillfully, avoiding nearby pedestrians, and quickly headed towards the county town.

"That pen holder." Peng Cheng frowned and said, "What will you do if Uncle Huang really brings something to your store one day?"

"Cold salad, just buy it." Wang Guan glanced at it and said, "You don't think I'm lying, do you?"

"I'm afraid you can't see it right."

They are very familiar with each other, and Peng Cheng did not beat around the bush and said bluntly: "However, it doesn't matter if you are wrong. If Uncle Huang really takes something to sell in your store, you must buy it. In the worst case, I will pay for it afterwards."

"Hey, you're willing to give it up." Wang Guan said with a smile.

"There is no way, it's not easy to marry a wife." Peng Cheng sighed: "Especially when I heard you say that a pen can be sold for nearly one million, I was also considering whether to go home and rummage through the boxes."

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