Shengshibaojian

Zhang Manguo's expression was beyond words, recalling the scene he experienced in the commercial vehicle just now, he was still terrified, as if he had just experienced a thrilling disaster.

The time rewinds to 10 minutes ago.

Zhang Manguo was invited into a high-end black business car. There were two people in the car that made Zhang Manguo a little uncomfortable. One was Chang Yu with a bald head, and the other was Hong Chaoyang, a master of appreciating treasures.

Chang Yu lit a cigar on his own, raised his hand and threw a stack of contracts on the table.

Zhang Manguo was stunned: "Mr. Chang? What are you doing..."

"Boss Zhang, don't you still know what we think? This is Shen Qiu's contract, I will trouble you later..."

"Mr. Chang, I can't decide on Shen Qiu's matter. You also know that Shen Qiu has an upright temper. You saw it the day before yesterday... I really can't do anything..."

Chang Yu touched Cen Liang's head and said, "Mr. Zhang, don't rush to refuse, Master Hong will ask you to appreciate one thing first, and then you can make a decision..."

While talking, I saw Hong Chaoyang take out a brown purple sand pot from his arms and put it in front of Zhang Manguo. This purple sand pot looks like a good thing at first glance. It is about the size of a palm, and the whole body is integrated. The middle part is gilded The black font outlines a scribbled "Zen".

"Don't be joking, you two. Master Hong is Jiangcheng's Grand Master of Appreciating Treasures. How can I have the right to tell him what to do in front of the old man, so I can't do it..."

The corners of Chang Yu's lips turned up in silence, and Zhang Manguo immediately sensed that the atmosphere was not right, and hurriedly greeted him with a smile: "Okay, okay, don't laugh at my level of appraising treasures, I will just talk about my humble opinion..."

Zhang Manguo habitually took out a pair of gloves from his pocket. As soon as he put on the gloves, he clearly felt a sharp breath emanating from the body of the brown purple sand pot. It felt like touching a piece of bitingly cold ice instantly. The heartstrings tensed instantly.

Hong Chaoyang pointed to the Zen teapot and said: "Boss Zhang, I just brought this pot back from the United States a few days ago. It was given to me by an old friend of mine. First, tell me if this pot is real or not. of?"

"Really! It's absolutely authentic! This kind of purple clay teapot can be seen to be genuine just by looking at its rounded outline and exquisite workmanship! How could the purple clay teapot brought back by Master Hong be fake?"

"You look at the age of this pot again?"

Zhang Manguo flinched, stroked the whole body of the purple clay pot with both hands, and found a piece of inscription on the bottom of the purple clay pot: "The inscription on this pot is from the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty, so it should have a history of more than 200 years ago. ..."

Zhang Manguo can be regarded as someone who has seen the world. For some unknown reason, while answering Hong Chaoyang's question, he always felt extremely nervous inside, and his heart beat faster. Sitting opposite Hong Chaoyang, he always felt an invisible pressure Sweeping, he was almost out of breath.

"Boss Zhang? Can you tell which master made this pot?"

"This..." Zhang Manguo started to panic for no reason. He raised his hand and looked around the Zen purple clay pot. He only saw the inscription on the bottom of the pot with the production time, but he didn't find out which master it was.

Just from the integrated brown pot body and the finished product of the font imprint on the purple clay pot, this kind of production level can definitely be ranked in the top ten existences during the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty. Then a few famous people.

Chen Mingyuan, Yang Pengnian, Shao Daheng, Hui Mengchen, Chen Mansheng...

Bean-sized drops of sweat gradually overflowed from Zhang Manguo's forehead. After a few minutes of stalemate, he didn't realize which master of the purple clay pot it was.

The corner of Hong Chaoyang's mouth turned up and he sneered: "Hmph, Boss Zhang, you are also an antique master in Jiangcheng, why can't you even find out the origin of this purple sand pot? If this gets out, won't people laugh your ass off?"

"Chen Mansheng! It should be the work of Chen Mansheng's master!" Zhang Manguo's eyes suddenly lit up, and he saw an inconspicuous imprint engraved on the ring of the purple sand pot, the imprint of a butterfly with wings spread!

"If I remember correctly! This seal is precisely the seal of Master Chen Mansheng!" Hong Chaoyang pointed to the mark on the pot and said, "This is the most effective seal of Master Chen!"

"hahahahahahahahaha……"

Hearing Zhang Manguo's conclusion, Hong Chaoyang and Chang Yu raised their heads and let out a series of long laughter, which resounded deafeningly throughout the entire carriage.

"Boss Zhang? Are you sure this is Chen Mansheng's work?" Hong Chaoyang held the purple clay pot in the palm of his hand and questioned Zhang Manguo.

This question made Zhang Manguo feel even more nervous, his facial features were condensed into a ball, his face was flushed with embarrassment, and the veins on his forehead almost burst open: "Could it be...isn't it?"

"Boss Zhang, thanks to the fact that you have been in the antique world for so long, you can conclude that it is the work of Master Chen Mansheng just based on the imprint of a butterfly? Don't you see these tiny pinholes on the edge of the spout?"

"Pinholes?" Zhang Manguo's heart tightened, and he followed the place indicated by the other party, and he saw that there were some dense pinhole-like phenomena in the places where the purple clay pots were connected.

"Boss Zhang, the presence of pinholes means that the pot was fired in a complicated environment, and it can't reach the super high level of the master's firing. It is impossible for Chen Mansheng to have such a purple sand pot in his hand!"

"In addition, the inscription of this pot is in the Qianlong period, does it mean that its real body is in the Qing Dynasty? As far as I know, the style of incorporating Zen lace into the mouth of the pot has been popular since the Republic of China. That is to say, it was not before the Republic of China. This lacy Zen style is possible!"

Hong Chaoyang pointed to the edge of the purple clay pot and said: "Boss Zhang hasn't seen the real body of this purple clay pot yet? In fact, this is a fake purple clay pot! It's a pot from the Republic of China imitating the Qing Dynasty! Such an obvious flaw you Zhang Man Didn't the country see it? It's ridiculous!"

"puff!"

Hong Chaoyang's repeated pressing questions made Zhang Manguo's heart flustered. He suddenly felt that his blood pressure soared instantly, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of old blood. Then he felt the cold air from the purple sand pot pressing down on his throat, and his breathing became normal. The more urgent it is, it seems that you will suffocate in an instant.

"I... I... I am so convinced of the defeat! I have learned about Master Hong's extraordinary ability!" Zhang Manguo was so frightened that he quickly got up and surrendered to Hong Chaoyang.

In just a few minutes, Zhang Manguo saw the terrifying power of Hong Chaoyang. Even though he was only appreciating a Zen-like purple clay pot, Zhang Manguo felt the fierce murderous aura of the other party. No wonder people called him the appraiser of life. His strength is indeed terrifying, confronting him can really kill someone!

"Boss Zhang, as long as you understand..." Chang Yu came up and stuffed the contract back into Zhang Manguo's hands: "Shen Qiu doesn't know how to flatter you, and you are someone who has experienced it. Sometimes you can properly enlighten Shen Qiu. Young people are reckless and hotheaded." It is understandable to be confused, let Shen Qiu sign the contract and we are all happy, lest everyone will be unhappy in the end, hehe..."

Hong Chaoyang said bluntly: "Go back and tell Shen Qiu something. If he still doesn't know what is good or bad, then don't blame me, Hong Chaoyang, for cleaning up the Jiangcheng antique circle. My pair of Jianbao golden pupils are best at Crack down on fakes! Hmph!"

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After Zhang Manguo narrated what happened to him in the carriage, his whole body was soaked before he knew it. He grabbed Shen Qiu's wrist again and said, "Shen Qiu, I beg you! Sign this contract! This Mrs. Hong Chaoyang Horrible! You didn't confront him! This feeling is simply too terrifying!"

Shen Qiu took the contract from Zhang Manguo and looked at the dim starry sky in the distance: "Uncle Zhang, they are trying to scare chickens and monkeys, but I, Shen Qiu, just don't like this! I'm destined to learn not to bend down! I want to talk to you!" Touch this Hong Chaoyang!"

puff puff!

Shen Qiu deftly tore up all the contracts in his hand: "Uncle Zhang, don't be afraid! I will write down this grudge, and next time I will take you to recover this debt with the principal and interest! As for that Hong Chaoyang, I will Shen Qiu will accompany you to the end!"

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