The best perspective expert

Chapter 26

Han Zhenyang really didn't expect that there are so many ways to identify the purple clay teapot, so he asked in surprise, "Then no one can give me an accurate answer for my teapot?"

"The height of the devil is one foot, and the height of the Tao is one foot. Those who do old things are clever, and the appraisers are not just for nothing. As far as I know, there are four famous purple sand appraisers in Jinling alone. The ordinary purple clay pots are in their hands. You can tell whether this pot is new or old just by touching it," Zhao Yiming said unhurriedly.

Qiao Shengnan pulled Zhao Yiming's arm to Han Zhenyang like offering a treasure and said, "Your sister Mingming and her grandfather are one of them." As soon as he finished speaking, he hurriedly said, "Say Cao Cao, Cao Cao will be here, Xiao Han, master Here you go, the one with all the white hair is Mingming's grandfather, the most famous purple sand master in Jinling, not only a master of purple sand collectors, an expert in purple sand ware appraisal, but also a master pot maker, and was selected as a national arts and crafts master. .”

National arts and crafts master?To be rated as a national-level arts and crafts master must be a Taishan Beidou-like existence in the industry.

Facing such a person, Han Zhenyang didn't dare to be negligent, and hurriedly followed Qiao Shengnan to greet him, and vacated his seat at the same time.

Old man Zhao's hair is all white, and his body is a little thin, but he is in a good state of mind, his eyes are quite bright, and he speaks with full of energy. When shaking hands, he can feel his palms are quite strong, and his steps are unusually steady.

After sitting down, the old man fixed his eyes on the lotus seed pot, "Whose pot is it?"

Han Zhenyang quickly said: "Hi Mr. Zhao, it's mine. I bought it at a street stall just now."

"Oh? How much did it cost?"

"two hundred."

"Oh," old man Zhao nodded noncommittally, and before saying anything, the young man who came in with old man Zhao rushed in and said with a smile: "brother, 200 yuan is not expensive, just treat it as a tuition fee."

Pay tuition?Does this mean this pot is new?

Han Zhenyang smiled secretly, but his face was full of surprise, "You mean, this pot is wrong?"

"Hahaha, not only is it wrong, but it's an out-and-out second-hand product, and the way of making it is not very authentic. Look at the clean appearance, it's the same as the one just burned, how can it look like an antique? Really Think Chen Ziqi's name engraved on the bottom of the pot is Chen Ziqi's pot?" The young man said triumphantly, his eyes kept wandering around Qiao Shengnan and Zhao Yiming, like a male peacock spreading its tail, Obviously, he wanted to perform well in front of the two beauties.

To such a person, Han Zhenyang has nothing to say, as if he has never seen a woman before, embarrassing a man.So I felt a little tired, and curled my lips and said: "I can still distinguish clearly what is old-fashioned and what is old-fashioned. As for whether it is Chen Ziqi's pot, it doesn't matter what you say."

"Are you still not convinced?" The young man was a little annoyed immediately, and shouted loudly: "I joined the industry at the age of 17 and learned the identification and production of purple clay teapots from Teacher Zhao. It has been almost ten years now, and there are not ten thousand purple clay teapots in my hands There are also eight thousand, why do you say that I don't count."

"Then your ten years have been wasted," Han Zhenyang retorted without showing any weakness: "The donkey pulls a millstone for a lifetime, and the distance it travels is longer than most horses, but a donkey is a donkey, and it can never be compared with a horse. "

"You, you dare to insult me ​​and Mr. Zhao?" The young man was furious, pointing at Han Zhenyang's appearance of wanting to do something when he disagreed.

Han Zhenyang sneered Shi Shiran, "Not only are your eyes bad, but your ears are also bad. How can I insult Teacher Zhao? It's fine if you don't admit that you are a donkey. Why bring Teacher Zhao along? Do you think that if you bring Teacher Zhao, I will be afraid of you?"

"You, you, you, you are messing around with you, holding rags as treasures, and you can't allow others to expose them. If you expose them, you will cause trouble. I warn you, go as far as you can. I have seen people like you a lot."

"Ragged? You have such a rag? I want as much as you have," Han Zhenyang sneered.

"I'll have as much as you want. It's really not enough for me to make it for you. Let me tell you, the quality is much higher than that of your street stalls." The young man said about his profession, and immediately became proud .

Han Zhenyang shook his head, looked at Mr. Zhao and asked, "Mr. Zhao, is this really your apprentice? His eyesight doesn't seem to be very good."

"A student," old man Zhao snorted expressionlessly, and then said to the young man, "Pengfei, you can go back, you don't have to take my classes anymore, your level is so high, it's time to graduate. "

The young man named Pengfei let out a silly oh, really thought that the old man Zhao was praising him, but he quickly realized that he pointed to his nose in disbelief and asked, "Zhao, Mr. Zhao, you want to drive me away ?”

"Your level is so high, what are you still doing here with me? It's a waste of time. Let's go," Old Man Zhao waved his hand impatiently.

"Why?" The young man was outraged, "Because of this unknown liar?"

"Shut up! Get out!" The old man Zhao was also angry, and shouted angrily with a sullen face, pointing at the door to tell the young man to get out.

"Teacher Zhao, I..."

"Don't call me always, I'm not qualified to be your teacher."

"You have to let me die to understand?"

"Okay, then I'll tell you plainly that the 50 yuan street stall you're talking about is the work of Chen Ziqi, and it's a masterpiece," Old Man Zhao pointed to the lotus seed pot on the coffee table and said coldly. He said: "You can surpass Chen Ziqi's level by doing anything you want, so why stay with me? Anyway, I dare not compare with Chen Ziqi."

"You mean, this, this pot is genuine? Impossible, absolutely impossible! This pot is so new, how could it be an object hundreds of years ago? I don't believe it!" The young man's face changed drastically.

Han Zhenyang chuckled, "I've said it before, whether this pot belongs to Chen Ziqi or not, you don't care," he said, bowing his hands to old man Zhao, "Thank you, old man Zhao, for speaking uprightly, otherwise this fine old pot might really be sold." dusty."

"Hey, it's my professor Wufang, I'll let you see the joke," the old man Zhao sighed, "Before I opened my mouth, you had full confidence in this pot, obviously you have extraordinary eyesight, and you have already seen the details of this pot , but I am a bit superfluous."

The old man Zhao was so polite, Han Zhenyang didn't dare to put on airs, and quickly said: "Your old lady is too modest, and you overestimate me too much. The reason why I like this pot is because I have a little understanding of calligraphy. The word 'Ziqi' on the bottom of the pot has the style of the Wei and Jin Dynasties, and the charm of neutrality and Ju Danyan is not imitated by ordinary people, so I can be sure that it is Chen Ziqi's work."

"That's how it is, but it's amazing. Chen Ziqi is not a famous calligrapher. It's very rare for you to recognize his style from his calligraphy." Old man Zhao didn't hesitate to praise him, and finally asked with a smile: " Who is your master?"

"I just learned a little superficially from my father, and I haven't received a systematic education," Han Zhenyang quickly explained, this is really not nonsense, his calligraphy is really of a certain level, and he has indeed been influenced by his father.So when discussing calligraphy, he is really not afraid of anyone.

Isn't it just talking, who wouldn't.

The old man Zhao was obviously stunned by Han Zhenyang. He held the lotus seed pot for a long time to admire it, and then reluctantly put it down. Perfection, non-masters can’t do it.”

Han Zhenyang's heart moved, and he said with a smile: "If you really like it, just play with it."

"It's not a gentleman's job to take someone's love, so it's not appropriate," said old man Zhao, obviously moved.

"Red powder is given to a beautiful woman, and a sword is given to a gentleman. Since Mr. Zhao is a gentleman, this pot really belongs to you. I'm really sorry, just give me a capital," Han Zhenyang said with a smile, but the last sentence is the key point, It means that this pot is not really free, you have to charge money, as for how much, you can decide.

With the status of the old man Zhao, he was naturally embarrassed to deceive the younger generation with no conscience. He pondered for a moment and said seriously: "Chen Ziqi's works are not many, and it is rare to see them at the auction, but he is not considered a top master in the purple sand pot market. It can't be sold at a sky-high price, so I can only offer 150 million for this pot."

Han Zhenyang nodded with a smile on his face, "You are always an open-minded person, so this is the price." He was indeed very satisfied, because he only had tens of thousands of dollars left in his pocket, and if there was no more cash in his account, he would only pay for it when he went to the public offering. You can't help but stare, you can't ask Qiao Shengnan to borrow money, can you?Although Qiao Shengnan certainly didn't mind, he felt awkward.

If he and Qiao Shengnan were ordinary friends, he really didn't care.But after what happened last night, the relationship between the two of them was no longer ordinary friends. In this case, he was embarrassed to ask for a loan.

So he was very happy to be able to exchange this lotus seed pot made by Chen Ziqi for cash in time.

One was willing to buy, and the other was willing to sell. The transaction was concluded naturally, and Han Zhenyang's shriveled wallet quickly swelled up.With this 150 million, you can buy a lot when you arrive at the public market in Rongcheng, so that you can have a double harvest of aura and emeralds.

Thinking of the aura, Han Zhenyang suddenly became a little restless, because after sitting here for a while, the aura in his fingers became lively, tumbling gently like boiling water just around the corner.Those bright yellow auras were originally entrenched in the phalanx of the right index finger, but now, they are spreading to the bones that have not mutated. Although the movement range is small, the trend is obvious.

It shouldn't be a bad thing!
Han Zhenyang felt it carefully, and then secretly searched for the cause of the aura change.

After much deliberation, there is only one reason - fragrance!Smells from the copper censer!When I first entered the door, the aroma made the aura jump.When he thought it was an accident, now it seems that it is not an accident, but that the incense in the incense burner has a different origin.

Discovering the reason, Han Zhenyang's curiosity suddenly increased, chatted with Mr. Zhao and others for a while, and asked casually, "Mr. Zhao, the incense in your store is good, what brand is it?"

(End of this chapter)