Chapter 27 Can the pottery figurines of the Han Dynasty be made?
With the help of everyone, Mr. Kuai, the owner of the pottery stall, gritted his teeth and agreed to Zhang Yang's compensation plan.

Zhang Yang could hear the sound of his teeth grinding even from two meters away.

I guess he's almost suffocated to death.

But the more aggrieved he was, the happier he felt.

Super super cool!
Judging from the results, Zhang Yang only paid for an imitation, and in exchange he got a genuine Han Dynasty soul bottle, and he also made 5,000 yuan for free.

And all this actually happened because of an unintentional remark made by Lao Hu.

Before returning the goods, Lao Hu said to Zhang Yang when he opened the trunk to take out his things:

"The boss lady is not here today, and her husband likes to play tricks a bit."

"Let me help you talk later..."

When Zhang Yang worked in a museum in his previous life, he spent half a year following senior experts around major antique markets, and increased the museum's income by picking up bargains.

He has seen many stall owners who "like to cheat".

After hearing what Lao Hu said, Zhang Yang became alert all of a sudden.

The hand that originally reached out for the authentic product decisively turned to the imitation product.

His caution proved to be justified.

But it's a pity that because I had a falling out with the owner of the pottery stall, I couldn't ask him about the treasures in common tombs that were easy to imitate and easy to recognize.

Now, Zhang Yang can only try his luck in the ghost market.

When he heard that he wanted to set up a stall at the ghost market at night to sell bronze artifacts, Lao Hu was very curious.

"I remember your master has always been doing the high-end route. Is he planning to sell bronze Ultraman now?"

"Then can I come to you to purchase goods in the future?"

"Ultraman... I haven't researched it yet. I mainly want to clear out the inventory."

"Is it still a traditional bronze ware?" Lao Hu was a little surprised.

"Yes, just sell it as a handicraft, maybe someone will buy it, right?"

Zhang Yang felt very unconfident when he said this.

He has never set up a stall to sell things.

For the first time in life, selling one item is considered a success.

"Those things are not easy to sell, why do you suddenly want to set up a stall?"

Lao Hu asked with some confusion.

"It's mainly because I'm short of money."

Zhang Yang sighed helplessly.

I used to think that having recognition value would improve my skills.

After actual practice, I found that money is also indispensable.

Equipment costs money, raw materials cost money, and firewood for the stove costs money.

If Liu Qianghua hadn’t given him some money before, Zhang Yang wouldn’t have had the money to make pottery jars.

It really doesn't work...

Zhang Yang looked at the things on Lao Hu's stall and suddenly had an idea:
"Uncle, how are the sales of your Gatling Terracotta Warriors?"

"What's the purchase price?"

"What do you mean? You want to do this?"

Old Hu looked at Zhang Yang in shock and shook his head in resistance.

"You can make such a realistic imitation of a pottery jar, and now you want to make this kind of toy?"

"It's nothing..."

Zhang Yang wanted to explain that this thing was very simple to make.

Pottery is much simpler than bronze ware.

If the profit is high, he can open another workshop and hire people to do it.

But Lao Hu obviously didn't think that deeply.

The middle-aged man said to Zhang Yang very seriously:
"You are so young, you can't abuse yourself like this."

"Think about your master. Even when he went to rob tombs, he never lowered his status."

"As his disciple, you can't give up your pursuit so early..."

Uncle, my master didn’t teach me how to divide gold and locate the burial site!

Zhang Yang wanted to retort, but he held it back.

I waited patiently for Lao Hu to finish speaking.

You usually call him uncle, so you can't just disown this elder after being scolded, right?
What's more, what Lao Hu said makes sense.

This kind of small figurine-like toy is indeed a bit of a self-contained product, and it cannot be compared with those factories that produce in large quantities.

But what if it's a little more complicated?

As Zhang Yang thought about it, his eyes lit up:
"Do you think my 1:1 replica of the original Terracotta Warriors will sell well?"

After listening to this, Lao Hu was silent for ten seconds. But in the end, he shook his head:
"Someone in Changan has already been doing this kind of thing, and it's an industrial chain. You can't do it better than them."

"If you're really short of money, I can find you some work."

“It’s just a little difficult.”

"It's okay. I'm afraid of everything, but not the difficult ones." Zhang Yang answered very confidently.

"Can we make Han Dynasty pottery figurines? The ones with colors on them?"

"no problem."

Zhang Yang knew which one Lao Hu was talking about.

The pottery figurines of the Han Dynasty generally refer to the pottery figurines of maids, dancers, and actors that were commonly found in tombs during the Eastern Han Dynasty.

The details of this kind of pottery figurine have been simplified based on the Terracotta Warriors of the Qin Dynasty, and the image and demeanor are richer.

The most famous of them should be the rapping figurine collected by the National Museum of China, which is known as the first figurine of the Han Dynasty.

It is actually not difficult to make pottery figurines alone.

Because you can use molds.

When the craftsmen of the Han Dynasty produced pottery figurines, they mainly used molds and supplemented it with handwork.

The real difficulty lies in carving and painting.

But Zhang Yang is confident.

If it really doesn't work, just connect the microphone a few more times. Anyway, the abilities of the terracotta figurines have been unlocked, and he doesn't believe that he can't do it.

"Can you create this effect?"

Lao Hu handed over the phone with a photo on it.

In the photo, a strange middle-aged man is holding a maid figurine with a happy smile on his face.

The maid figurines are made very delicately.

The colorful lines outlined the clear facial features. He was wearing a red robe with black and white lapels.

After Zhang Yang read it, he had an idea.

That's it, just an ordinary imitation.

"Yes, this shouldn't be difficult."

"Uncle, is this profitable?"

"Of course the profits are huge. The boss in the photo bought a BMW 5 Series last month just by making pottery figurines."

As Lao Hu spoke, an expression of envy appeared on his face.

"I met him when I was setting up a stall at the ghost market. He came to me and bought a piece of bronze artifact that your master sold to me, saying that he was trying to sell it on a trial basis."

"It's a pity that the control of bronze ware is still too strict. There is no market, otherwise I would have gone to your house to purchase the goods long ago."

"If you can make pottery figurines now, you will be extremely wealthy."

"This boss, what kind of business does he do?"

Zhang Yang asked a little worriedly.

It is normal to make money in the antique business.

But imitation products can also make so much money, Zhang Yang reasonably suspected that the other party was using high-quality imitations to deceive people.

"I know what you're worried about."

"Don't worry, this Boss Zheng is in the tourist souvenir business, very high-end ones, specializing in selling high-quality imitations to wealthy people."

"As you know, those rich people buy things based on their preferences. They buy pottery figurines worth tens of thousands of dollars just because they like them."

"Isn't there a saying? Every company boss has a Tang Sancai horse on his desk. It doesn't matter if it's real or fake, they just want that style."

Zhang Yang nodded after listening, as if this was the truth.

But Zhang Yang's agreement was not enough, Lao Hu also had to ask Boss Zheng for his opinion.

Cooperation is a two-way thing.

However, Mr. Zheng had not gotten up yet. Lao Hu promised Zhang Yang that he would give him a definite answer by tomorrow at the latest whether the matter could be accomplished or not.

That night, Lao Hu called Mr. Zheng.

"Hello? Who is it?"

"Mr. Zheng? I'm Xiao Hu from the Qingzhou Antique Market. We met last year. Do you remember the bronze ware?"

"Oh, I remember." The smoky-voiced male voice on the other end of the phone responded repeatedly.

"What do you want from me?"

"Boss Zheng, it's like this..."

"Wait a moment." The smoky-voiced man interrupted Lao Hu, "I have something to arrange here."

"Hey, come here, whoever!"

"Look, the hole you dug is too small. I can't get in at all."

(End of this chapter)