The two are from the same sect, so no matter what, they have to figure it out.
When Tang Xiling heard Zhao Xuan and Zhang Yu being called "junior and senior", a look of confusion flashed across her face. Then she smiled and said: "Senior, what a coincidence, this is also your junior... No.
Do you know who his teacher is..."
"Uh..." Zhao Xuan said bravely: "His teacher is also my teacher, Professor Yu..."
"It turns out that you are also Professor Yu's disciple...I'm glad to meet you..." Tang Xiling smiled, then looked at Zhao Xuan and said deliberately: "That's not right...Senior, I just heard that you have a junior sister, when?"
, there is another junior student..."
"This year... the students the teacher just accepted..." Zhao Xuan said.
"That's it... Then I have to congratulate you. Being able to become Professor Yu's student... is a blessing in life..." Tang Xiling said to Zhang Yu.
"Thank you, thank you..." Zhang Yu inevitably felt that something was wrong here, but he didn't know why.
"Ahem..."
Two coughs sounded.
This was Tang Ziwen's cough. He glanced at his daughter and said, "Xiling, I haven't said hello to my grandfather and uncle here yet..."
"Yes, yes..." Tang Xiling nodded quickly.
Tang Ziwen then introduced his daughter. Every time they introduced one of the people present, Tang Xiling and Zhao Xuan greeted them respectfully. After a round of politeness, they took their seats.
When they sat down, someone else came in.
Three people came in, led by an old man in his seventies. The old man was wearing a silver gown, like a scholar or an old scholar in ancient times. He had silver hair and a gray beard. Behind him on the left and right sides.
, are two women wearing cheongsam, holding tea trays in their hands, with tea cups and teapots placed on the tea trays.
Seeing the old man arriving, everyone present stood up one after another, all smiled and said hello, "Boss Qu..." "President Qu, you are here..."...
"Come here, come here, I'm really sorry to keep you waiting for so long..." Boss Qu looked kindly and asked the two women in cheongsam to pour tea for everyone, while he walked to the empty seat in the middle and sat down.
It is not difficult to see that this should be the main seat, or the main seat.
He sat down first, and then the others took their seats.
Boss Qu smiled again and said: "There are a few more new faces this year..."
Juefu Mao immediately introduced, "Brother Qu, this is my nephew Zhang Yu. He is also very interested in antiques and other things. He kept asking me to bring him over to broaden his horizons... I was thinking about it, so I gave him a try.
, please don’t mind..."
"How could it be? There are young people who like this, so it's great." Boss Qu said.
Juefu Mao added: "Xiao Zhang, I'm not called Uncle Qu yet. Uncle Qu is the owner of Xinpin Teahouse, the president of the Antiques Association, and he is also an old friend of mine."
"Uncle Qu, hello." Zhang Yu stood up and greeted politely.
"Very good, very good... sit down, sit down..." Boss Qu said kindly.
Later, Tang Ziwen introduced again, and Zhao Xuan and Tang Xiling also stood up to greet them.
Boss Qu was still like this, then he picked up the tea and suggested that everyone try his tea first.
It was indeed fine tea. Zhang Yu thought it was no less good than the tea he drank with Juefu Mao. Of course, he didn't know how much it was.
Uncle Quan, who sells tea, praised it repeatedly, saying it was the best Tieguanyin. He didn't get much this year, so he resold it. He didn't taste it himself, but he didn't expect to drink it here.
After chatting for a while, Boss Qu said: "The tea has been drunk, and today's treasure appraisal meeting can officially begin. It's still the old rule, starting from the last person to come, take out your own collection one by one."
After saying that, Boss Qu unfolded the folding fan he brought with him. On the fan was a picture of a lady.
Zhang Yu has almost no discernment about the quality of calligraphy and painting. As long as the paintings are similar, he thinks they are good.
Of course, since he already has the skills to identify antiques, he does not need to observe to determine whether an item is authentic.
Now that I am not the first person to take out the collection, it is enough. I can completely verify through other people's collections whether the skills I have mastered really work.
After all, the things he brought out from Guo Xiao's tomb all had the same aura on them. He needed to find an answer through other authentic items to find out whether the thumb ring given to him by Lord Mao had an ancient aura on it.
Boss Qu's fans were passed from the right hand side. These people seemed to be experts. They observed the fans very carefully, and the final focus was on the location of the signature.
After everyone read it, they all nodded slightly and passed it on to the next person. No one directly expressed their opinion.
After a while, the fan was passed into the hands of Juefu Mao. Like everyone else, Juefu Mao also carefully identified it and looked at the signature. After reading it, he nodded and handed the fan to Zhang Yu.
The fan has turned yellow and looks really old. The pictures of ladies painted on it seem to Zhang Yu. But there are so many modern fans, and in Zhang Yu's eyes, the paintings on it are not.
They are both good, but I really can’t tell the difference between them being good and bad.
In the place where the signature is signed, there is the word "Tang Yin" written in traditional Chinese.
Zhang Yu must have heard of this name. He is a celebrity. There are many TV series and movies about him. He is known as a master of calligraphy and painting.
There is a seal next to the name "Tang Yin", but there is more than one seal on the fan, and there are several others. Zhang Yu has heard about this, that is, some collectors like to put their own seals on it.
Zhang Yu didn't care about this. Based on yesterday's understanding, he felt the breath of this thing.
At this moment, we can't close our eyes and feel like we do at home. There is no difference between closing our eyes and opening them, it's nothing more than the state of mind.
After mastering the doorway, all he had to do was calm his mind. Soon, Zhang Yu felt that there was an ancient aura on the fan. And this aura was lighter than the one on his Talc Seal and Baipi Sword.
Much more.
Zhang Yu understood that the stronger the ancient atmosphere, the older it was. Tang Yin's era was only more than 500 years ago, so the ancient atmosphere was naturally not as strong as that of Baipi Dao's era.
At this point, Zhang Yu had a suspicion in his mind. Not to mention whether it was painted by Tang Yin, this fan must be an old object.
If there is an ancient atmosphere on old objects, it is not difficult for him to be sure that the ring finger given to him by Sir Mao is simply a fake.
He didn't know Juefu Mao's purpose. It couldn't be to play a trick on him, right?
The three opportunities to ask questions today were gone, and he couldn't ask if he wanted to. He simply followed the example of others, nodded, and handed the fan to the person next to him.
The fan turned around and returned to Boss Qu's hand. Boss Qu smiled slightly and said: "Everyone has already touched the palm, so I would like to trouble you to help you judge one or two. It's still the same old rule. From this time on, the newcomers
