Chapter 139 - Chapter 139: Chapter 129: The Trade (Please Subscribe)_2 (2/2)

Ah, the damn conscience!

On the second floor was an exhibit Lin Chuan had retrieved from the police station, that ‘Fengtian One Tael’ coin.

Old Zhang and the Little Landlady agreed that this ‘Fengtian One Tael’ should become the centerpiece of Goldstone Edge, the treasure that would establish the store’s reputation.

Lin Chuan had no objection, just adding a marker, “Imitation Artwork,” “Not for Sale.”

This imitation indeed had the qualifications to be the centerpiece.

A centerpiece object is the most valuable, the one that best demonstrates the store’s strength and stands as its crown jewel.

The Fengtian One Tael imitation wasn’t genuine, but its presence in the store was enough to inform visitors about the shop’s level of expertise with antiques, and it discouraged those who wanted to peddle fakes from lingering.

The craftsmanship of this counterfeit coin was arguably at the pinnacle; bringing in another fake would be like trying to show off to an expert.

At that moment.

A man in simple attire and a blue T-shirt with a cap walked into the shop: “Boss, do you appraise treasures here?”

“Certainly, please come this way for the appraisal.”

Lin Chuan, in a casual white shirt, led the blue T-shirt man to the appraisal area on the first floor.

Appraising antiques required an Antique Appraiser certificate, so Lin Chuan had taken the time to earn one.

The man, about 175cm tall with relatively yellowish skin, slung a large bag over his shoulder and sat across from Lin Chuan: “How much do you charge for appraisals?”

“200 per item,” Lin Chuan smiled.

“Young man, will you be the one appraising them for me?” the man asked.

Lin Chuan nodded.

The man chuckled: “You look quite young.”

Lin Chuan smiled back: “As long as the antiques aren’t young, that’s what matters.”

“Okay, let’s start with these two,” the man said.

The man then took out two objects wrapped in black cloth from his bag and placed them on the long table covered with a red cloth.

Lin Chuan glanced at the man, then picked up one of the items and slowly unwrapped the black cloth, revealing a beautifully decorated, bowl-shaped porcelain piece.

In natural light.

The shape of the bowl was regular, the lines smooth, the rim plump, and the walls of appropriate thickness. Both the interior and exterior of the bowl were painted with intricate floral and scroll-grass patterns that intertwined, bursting with vivid colors.

The glaze of the bowl was as smooth as jade, fine and even, exuding a warm luster, combining the elegance of underglaze blue with the vibrancy of overglaze enamels.

“Young man, what do you think?” the man asked eagerly.

“A fighting color floral scroll-grass pattern bowl,” Lin Chuan looked up at the man and smiled.

“Can you tell the period? Can you work it out?” the blue T-shirt man continued.

Lin Chuan picked up the bowl again for a glance and smiled: “Take a look…from the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty.”

“How about the price?”

“The craftsmanship of the bowl is exquisite, but the bottom is worn, and there’s a crack at the rim, it’s worth tens of thousands I’d say,” Lin Chuan smiled.