Chapter 62: Win-win-win, why do you win?

The arrogance mentioned above can be understood, including the suit that doesn't fit well but is worth tens of thousands of dollars.

If a piece of clothing costs tens of thousands of dollars, then if it doesn't fit you it must be a problem with your body shape, not the clothes.

But, can my sister-in-law also transfer?

Has President Zheng ever been involved in the entertainment or e-sports circles?

In fact, if Zhang Yang knew, Mr. Zheng gave these properties to his cousin because he felt that his relatives were trustworthy.

Everything before your eyes will seem even more absurd.

However, this has nothing to do with Zhang Yang.

"Mr. Huang, right? What can I do for you?"

"If it's about Mr. Zheng buying ancient jade, I can only say that I have explained everything to the police."

"If you have any questions, just ask the police."

"no no."

Mr. Huang waved his hands repeatedly and took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to Zhang Yang.

After being rejected, he didn't smoke it himself and took the cigarette back.

It may seem like nothing happened, but this is a social way for men to express goodwill.

Since the newly promoted Mr. Huang gave him so much face, Zhang Yang didn't rush back.

Listen to what he is going to do.

Putting away his cigarette, Mr. Huang introduced the old man who got off the passenger seat:

"Let me introduce you, Master Zhang. This is Teacher Tao."

"A nationally renowned appraiser."

"Hello, Master Zhang. I have long heard of your great name!"

"After you made two appearances on Huashan Appraisal and Ding Quan's live broadcast room, you have become a big shot in the entire East China collection circle."

Teacher Tao smiled and waved to Zhang Yang:

"Let me introduce myself. I am Tao Juyi, the appraiser of the Forbidden City Palace."

"Hello, Teacher Tao."

Zhang Yang nodded in greeting.

Listen to the way people pronounce the words here, it's so authentic.

He is definitely a pure-blooded Jingye.

But how could an expert from the Forbidden City fall so low as to hang out with someone like Mr. Huang?

Even when he sees himself, he has to brag about himself.

Is it outsourced?

What kind of "number one figure in East China's collecting circle" is this? He has lost all his dignity. Even in the small Good Luck Village, not everyone knows Zhang Yang.

Some villagers only know "the handsome guy at the east end of the village."

"Teacher Tao, why are you here this time?" Zhang Yang asked puzzledly.

"We are here to discuss cooperation with you, Master Zhang."

When talking about cooperation, Huang Xiang's tone was somewhat excited.

He pointed to Zhang Yang's yard, eager to try:

"It's not formal to discuss business outside. Can we go inside and talk?"

"sure."

"That's great. Master Zhang, please go first."

"Where is my sister-in-law?" Zhang Yang turned around and asked Mr. Huang.

Everyone who comes is a guest, so as the host you should of course show some concern for them.

"She doesn't need to. My wife is Japanese and can't understand what we are saying." Teacher Tao stepped forward and said.

It turns out that she is this old Deng’s wife!
Zhang Yang looked at Teacher Tao with admiration.

Although in the cultural and museum circles, older men and younger women are the norm.

But masters rarely marry such a hot type when they remarry, probably because they are afraid that they will die young.

Teacher Tao is obviously very capable.

Moreover, Mrs. Tao's nationality reminded Zhang Yang of an old friend, which made him seem even more powerful...

After entering the yard and sitting down, Mr. Huang and Zhang Yang explained their purpose.

He came to "join forces".

This was the third time Zhang Yang heard the term "strong alliance".

I didn’t expect that Mr. Huang even inherited his cousin’s speaking skills.

Zhang Yang smiled and asked:

“When we first joined forces, Zheng always wanted to sell the things he got from me to rich people as tourist souvenirs;

The second time, they sold imitation Han Dynasty jade to foreigners;
This is the third time now. Mr. Huang, do you have a new method, or do you want to stick with the old way?"

“It’s definitely a new business model.”

Mr. Huang stood next to Teacher Tao and said:

"My statement just now may be a little wrong. We are a strong alliance of three strong forces."

"Master Zhang, you sell the antiques, Master Tao will be responsible for issuing the certificates, and I will be responsible for the sales."

"We win three games directly."

The so-called strong alliance, translated into:

The three people are one who makes counterfeit goods, one who makes fake certificates, and one who uses fake goods and fake certificates to defraud people of money.

Punishment!

Zhang Yang did not rush to comment, but took out a bronze he (hé) from the pile of groceries behind him.

"Teacher Tao, if you were asked to write a certificate for this, how would you write it?"

He wanted to test the appraiser's level.

Unexpectedly, Teacher Tao didn't even look at it and directly replied, "Bronze ware, 150 yuan per piece."

"what?"

“No, it’s so cheap?”

Zhang Yang was a little curious. Was it because the fake certificate business was in a state of internal competition, or was it because Teacher Tao was really worth the price?

After all, he claims to be an expert on the Forbidden City!

"There are also expensive ones, two hundred and fifty with a cover."

"There is also a supreme VIP version, where you can find a celebrity appraiser to record a video for you..."

"Teacher Tao, don't say that!" Mr. Huang interrupted.

He became a little anxious after hearing this.

It was agreed to be a "win-win-win" situation, but it seemed that if the conversation continued, Zhang Yang would have to spend 150 yuan to buy the certificate from Teacher Tao and then sell it himself.

The win-win-win situation is about to turn into a win-win situation for Zhang Yang.

"One hundred and fifty was the previous price. Now that it's Master Zhang's work, the price has gone up."

"This guy is a counterfeiter who can even fool Mr. Bai."

Mr. Huang's crazy hints finally pulled Mr. Tao out of his fixed mindset.

The old man coughed twice and said:

"If it's your work, Master Zhang, the regular certificate will cost 1,500 yuan, the one with the cover will cost 2,500 yuan, and the Supreme VIP certificate will start at 5,000 yuan, with no upper limit."

This price sounded much more reasonable to Zhang Yang.

The minimum penalty for fraud is three thousand.

Now a Supreme VIP certificate is enough.

Of course, issuing certificates as a way of making money is difficult to define as fraud.

The appraiser can explain it by just saying that he made a mistake.

"Teacher Tao, if you play like this, will the Forbidden City tolerate you? Aren't you afraid that they will pursue your legal responsibility?"

Zhang Yang asked with some curiosity.

He was not sure whether this Tao was a real expert of the Forbidden City or a liar who was deceiving the public by stealing his reputation.

"I have nothing to do with the Forbidden City."

Teacher Tao smiled and took out a crumpled business card from his pocket.

It says “Forbidden City Studio – Tao Juyi Authenticator” on it.

Zhang Yang was stunned.

What kind of fake studio is it that is even more capable of scamming people than me?

I should have renamed my yard "Ancient Palace" earlier.

This is not the most important thing. The key thing is, can such an appraiser actually sell certificates?
If he can sell it, Zhang Yang feels that he can sell it too.

One hundred and fifty per piece is too expensive, fifty per piece is about the same.

Mr. Huang noticed the undisguised confusion on Zhang Yang's face and quickly explained that the purpose of issuing certificates for his works was not to deceive ordinary collectors.

To attend the auction.

The "Private Collectors' Special Auction" is organized every six months in East China.

Just two weeks later.

The reason why Mr. Tao’s certificate was sold was because the chairman of the auction organizing committee was the biological son of his maternal uncle, and therefore his cousin.

With his certificate, you are guaranteed to pass the preliminary selection for the auction collection.

However, because the people who bought Teacher Tao’s certificates are basically from the National Treasure Gang, no one’s collection has ever passed the re-examination.

Gradually, his certificate became worthless and was just a ticket for a retest.

“But Master Zhang, your work is different!”

Mr. Huang said with great joy:

"Your work will definitely make it to the finals and be sold for the price of the real thing!"

After listening to this, Zhang Yang showed a thoughtful expression on his face.

There is no guarantee of authenticity at auctions, it all depends on the seller’s own inspection during the preview, so according to the rules, it is allowed to send fakes to auction.

Some people even do this frequently.

Zhang Yang knows an example:
Since 01, the number of Qi Baishi's paintings sold in the domestic auction market has exceeded in total.

But Qi Baishi painted more than 30,000 paintings in his lifetime.

Therefore, most of the 100,000 paintings auctioned are fakes.

But it doesn’t matter at all. As long as the imitation is similar and the painter’s level is high, people will still be willing to pay for the fake.

Some of them are not genuine masterpieces of the painter and are worse than imitations.

It was a coincidence that Zhang Yang had just planned to unlock his calligraphy and painting abilities...

"Master Zhang, this is what I think. If your bronze artifacts are from the Shang and Zhou dynasties, they definitely cannot be put up for auction."

"But we can say it's an imitation of an antique from the Qing Dynasty."

"Add a mark from the Kangxi reign of the Qing Dynasty, and it will be just as valuable."

"What do you think?"

After Mr. Huang finished speaking, he looked at Zhang Yang with hope.

Longing for his affirmative response.

Zhang Yang also nodded:
"I see. What it means is that I offer the items and Teacher Tao provides the certificates. Those people made mistakes at the auction, so there's nothing much to say."

"Yes, yes, yes." Mr. Huang nodded repeatedly.

Zhang Yang thought to himself, you kid are still against me?

He smiled and asked, "Then I have a question, Mr. Huang, what role do you play in this matter?"

"In other words, a win-win-win situation is fine, but why must the third person be you? Can't it be my own shadow clone?"

(End of this chapter)