"Alright, alright, alright!" the man in the blue T-shirt said with a grin, then pointed at another item.
The other item was a stove.
"A bronze incense burner," Lin Chuan uttered with a chuckle upon a brief glance.
The bronze incense burner stood on three legs, its body round and lines soft, carved with exquisitely detailed auspicious cloud patterns, with just the right density between the clouds, and the lid was openwork in the shape of clouds, complementing the mouth of the burner.
Overall, the patina of the bronze incense burner had a deep color, as if covered in a layer of light gold or reddish-brown gloss, which made it look even more antique.
"A Qing Dynasty bronze incense burner, I'll give you an estimate of just under twenty thousand," Lin Chuan concluded.
"Young man, you've got a good eye," the man in the blue T-shirt said, giving Lin Chuan a thumbs-up, then started to pack the bronze incense burner and the fighting color floral scroll-grass pattern bowl into his bag.