Yao Zhiping's collection room is not as magnificent as Zhang Kun imagined, and the space is only larger than the storage room above. Thirty small collections are placed separately, each with a separate display cabinet.

However, Yao Zhiping dared to say that the sky-high price of 30 billion yuan was naturally confident of having only more than 30 pieces.

"The Northern Song Dynasty Ru Kiln Sky-green sunflower washing, blue and white inside, foreign colors outside, enamel, pastel colors, pastel colors, and other techniques, using gold drawing, hollowing, heart turning, relief and other techniques, are extremely luxurious, and are an exquisite work in Qianlong porcelain in the Qing Dynasty."

Yao Zhiping introduced softly, Zhang Kun carefully picked it up from the display cabinet and looked at it carefully.

The diameter is about 13 cm, and the six sunflower petals are in a fancy shape. The mouth is slightly slanted, the upper is plump and the lower is restrained, and the wall is shallow and thin. The edges and corners are subtle. The body of the instrument rises and falls along the edges, the circle feet are slightly outward, and there are 3 small sesame nail marks at the bottom. The whole body is covered with glaze, which is as light green as sky blue, and the ice cracks are hidden. The fine lines are slightly dark, and the thin glaze is poured on the edges of the sunflower petals, and sometimes the color is dark and earth.

It is indeed a carefully crafted work among Qianlong porcelain in the Qing Dynasty, and it is indeed magnificent.

Just as Zhang Kun looked carefully, Yao Zhi added lightly: "Last year, at the Bainbridges Auction House in London, a piece of northern Song Dynasty sky-green glaze sunflower washing was auctioned, which was exactly the same as this. The final transaction price was 51.6 million pounds, and the contract was 5500 million yuan."

Hearing Yao Zhiping's words, Zhang Kun shook his hand and almost threw out the heart-turning bottle in his hand.

Five hundred million?

Zhang Kun's eyes trembled, and then he hurriedly put the bottle back to its original place. If it was a bit bumpy, he would not be able to afford it.

"The "Inscription on the Pulse of the Northern Song Dynasty" Huang Tingjian is 8.24 meters long, with a total of 82 lines and 407 characters, second only to the 18-meter-long "Biography of Lian Po and Lin Xiangru" and the 10-meter-long "Poems of Ming Zan's Poems"."

"Several years ago, at an auction in Japan, "The Pulse Ming" was purchased by a Taiwanese collector for 430 million yuan and donated it to the Palace Museum in Taipei."

Zhang Kun raised his eyes: "There are two more "The Pillar Essay"?"

Yao Zhiping showed a rare chuckling on his face: "That volume of "The Inscription on the Pulse" was different from Huang Tingjian's other works because of its calligraphy style and other aspects, so it was once considered a fake, and there were many suspicions."

"After researched by Mr. Shen, a director of the Taipei Palace Museum and a doctoral supervisor at the Institute of Art History, Tainan University, it was finally determined to be the original work of Huang Tingjian, and it was the original work of Huang Tingjian's calligraphy style during the period of changing the style of Huang Tingjian's calligraphy. For this reason, he also wrote a research report of nearly 20,000 words."

"Fake it!" Yao Zhiping uttered two words mercilessly.

"How could two works of the same calligraphy and painting work be passed down to the world? Since this one is real, his one can only be fake, there is no doubt."

Zhang Kun's eyes trembled, and then he looked at the "Mind of the Pigeon" on the display cabinet, looking amused and crying: "If this item is donated, then Mr. Shen will be slapped in the face? Wouldn't this be bad?"

Yao Zhiping looked at Zhang Kun strangely: "What does it have to do with us if he is not slapped in the face? If he is wrong, he deserves to be slapped in the face."

"The Wanshou Lianyan Daji Hoist Bottle, Qianlong personally ordered a rare treasure made by the Jingdezhen official kiln imperial craftsman, and the same batch of Wanshou Lianyan Daji Hoist Bottle were auctioned at Sotheby's Island, and finally sold for 250 million yuan."

"Wang Meng, "Qiushan Xiaoshi Picture", I took it myself, 1:300 million."

"The imperial enamel colored apricot forest spring swallow picture bowl made by Qianlong of the Qing Dynasty..."

Yao Zhiping’s real collection room does not have many collections, and it is not even half of the storage room above, but the collection here is real treasures.

Among them, the Northern Song Dynasty Ru Kiln Sky Green Glaze Sunflower Washing was the highest value, with an estimated price of nearly 500 million yuan, of which nearly ten pieces were worth more than 100 million yuan, and the remaining ones were at least 20 million yuan, with a real value of thousands of gold.

Zhang Kun made a little estimate. If we calculate it based on the price introduced by Yao Zhiping, the value of these thirty items combined is really more than 3 billion, close to 4 billion. If the auction goes up, 5 billion is no problem.

It's really rich.

Zhang Kun clapped his hands: "Okay, that's all right, right? Well, I'll find someone tomorrow and send all these to the Yanjing Museum."

However, as soon as Zhang Kun finished speaking, Yao Zhiping coughed lightly, and then said with a hint of embarrassment: "I'm afraid you can't do this."

Zhang Kun was stunned, then looked at Yao Zhiping in the air, and saw Yao Zhiping smiled embarrassedly: "Actually, many of these collections are Minggui."

"Mingqi?" Zhang Kun looked confused.

"The Ming utensil, also known as the underworld, in ancient times referred to the burial objects brought to the ground during burial, and then in modern times, the cultural relics world mostly refer to cultural relics unearthed from tombs."

Listening to Yao Zhiping's explanation, Zhang Kun still looked like he didn't understand: "Is there any problem with this?"

Yao Zhiping coughed lightly: "Have you ever read novels like tomb robbers?"

Zhang Kun was stunned, then suddenly the corners of his eyes trembled, and he looked at Yao Zhiping in disbelief: "Who came from the tomb robber?"

"Article 5 of the Cultural Relics Protection Law stipulates that 'all cultural relics remaining in underground, internal waters and territorial waters within the territory of the People's Republic of China belong to the state.'"

"When I was about thirty, my love for cultural relics had reached a level of paranoidness. Although I knew that tomb robbery should not be supported, I still couldn't help but love cultural relics later."

"Then, I began to buy some newly unearthed artifacts from some tomb robbers. Because I gave the money so happily, those tomb robbers were willing to trade with me, and I had more and more collections."

"More than half of this collection room come from this, which is of unknown origin. If you donate them all at once, so many cultural relics of unknown origin will appear, it may attract the attention of relevant departments."

"So, you can only donate one by one, and the interval cannot be too short, so I said, you will use it in Siheyuan."

"Can't the interval be too short? Donate one per month?" Zhang Kun's mouth trembled.

Yao Zhiping coughed lightly: "In theory, this is the best."

One piece a month, then it will take nearly three years to make this small thirty piece, and there are more storage rooms on it. Wouldn’t it take more than ten years to add up?

No wonder I had to give me a courtyard house. If I wanted to fulfill his wish, he would have to run to Yanjing often, and maybe he would have to live forever.

Zhang Kun shook his head suddenly: "Hey, this is not what we said before."

"We haven't mentioned this question before, right?" Yao Zhiping chuckled.

Zhang Kun opened his mouth, speechless.

After being silent for a long time, Zhang Kun looked up at Yao Zhiping and said softly: "Are you really not afraid that I will be greedy and keep these collections? Three to five billion. Although I don't see them, no one will think that the money is too much."

Yao Zhiping showed a bright smile on his face: "I believe that I have never missed my eyes."

"Just as you said, you are not a gentleman, but you are definitely not a villain. You love money, but you get it with a good idea."

"So, I'll give me all my life." Yao Zhiping bowed gently.

The collection room was silent for a long time, and finally a faint sound rang out softly.
Chapter completed!