
Appreciation of Treasures from Street Stalls to Master Craftsmen
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When the blue and white bowl broken by Fatty Zhang of Boguzhai splashed on his trouser legs, Lin Chen heard the most heartbreaking words in his life. "If you are blind, don't take advantage of the antique business! Your grandfather's reputation back then is completely ruined by you!" After working as an apprentice for three months without any pay, he spent half the night squatting under a bridge on the autumn night when he was kicked out. He only had three hundred yuan in his pocket. He had to calculate the length of the night stay at the Internet cafe and was reluctant to buy even a pancake with eggs. No one took this young boy seriously. No one knows that he grew up with his grandfather in a state-owned cultural relics store. He has touched porcelain pieces and identified wood for more than ten years. With the thin calluses on his fingertips, he can tell the thickness of the porcelain body and the type of hardwood with his eyes closed. The "Notes on Authenticating Antiquities" with the cover stuck three times with old cloth was the only thought his grandfather left for him when he left. It was also the only confidence he had to plunge into this antique store as deep as the sea. In the most remote corner of Panjiayuan, he spent twenty yuan to receive a rotten red painted wooden box that was almost falling apart. The stall owner laughed at his poverty and bought a rag to use as an ashtray; the tourists passing by thought he was stupid and even wanted this rag. No one knows that the box with peeling paint is a hundred-year-old red sandalwood, and the lump inside covered with black rust is a piece of old Hetian mutton-fat jade from the Qing Dynasty that can be exchanged for tens of thousands of dollars. This was the first mistake he picked up, and it was also the beginning of his comeback...
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