"As you said, old man, the glaze of this painting is heavy and the porcelain painting is vivid, but the shape of this vessel still has some traces of forgery. I bought a painting in the Hong Kong trading market for NT$30,000. My painting
The color of the sea body is clear and moist, and there is Qi in the sink, but this sea has no air passage at all."
In the prime of life, the city is in mind, and now the old man is also at odds with each other.
Because everyone has their own opinions, one tells the truth and the other lies, and then the people who read the book are also divided into two groups.
One group supports the old man, and the other group supports the middle-aged man.
When Mingliang heard the old man say that there was a qi channel coming out of the sinking pen, he didn't dare to believe it. It was nonsense to talk about how there could be qi channel in a piece of porcelain. Considering this, Mingliang also chose to support the old man.
The team stood up, and there were only three people on the side of the middle-aged man. The old man smiled at the middle-aged man even more proudly, "Young man, have you seen it? Everyone's eyes are sharp. This sea is really genuine."
Of course, the strong man will not change his opinion because of the number of people. He chuckled and said politely, "I think the truth is often in the hands of a few people. I am sure that this sea has no air channel and is a fake."
"Haha, little brother, let's not talk about whether this sea has an airway. If it does, how can you feel it when it is placed in this display cabinet? Could it be that you can see the porcelain inside the inner wall?
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The old man's words really hit the Achilles' heel of the prime man. Just now, the prime man just wanted to follow the old man's lead, so he found a reason to talk about the airway to support his point of view, but he ignored this fact.
If it is placed in a glass cabinet, how can the airway come out?
The prime man's face was flushed and he was as listless as a drunken sunset. However, the two people who supported his point of view saw that the situation was over and took the initiative to join the old man's team.
However, this time, Mingliang was ready to have an idea.
It seems that Zhen Minglang somehow saw that the fuel in his engine was mixed with water early in the morning. If this guy can see the problem with the engine under the iron plate, he should also be able to feel through the glass whether there is an airway in the pen sea that the prime man mentioned.
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A naive and illogical thought came out, and it was entirely because of the old man's words that Mingming greeted Mingming who was chatting with Mr. Zhuang.
"Mingming, we have a problem that we need your help to solve. Come here quickly!"
As soon as Mingliang called Zhen Mingliang, naturally the group of people just looked in the direction where Mingliang called. At first, everyone thought that the person who was coming was Mr. Zhuang, but when they saw Zhen Mingliang getting up from his seat, they wanted to come over and take a look.
When they saw this sea, everyone also glanced at Mingming with disdain.
Can you tell me who you are looking for? Do you still think that a young boy like him can tell whether this sea is genuine or not?
No one paid attention to Zhen Minglang's arrival, and as Zhen Minglang walked over, he also realized what he was going to do.
Although he didn't hear the argument in the crowd just now, he stood between the old man and the middle-aged man. Feeling the heated gazes between the two, Zhen Mingliang also guessed that these two guys were arguing about the authenticity of the sea.
With a smile, Zhen Mingliang also asked the two of them directly, "If I guess correctly, you two seniors are worried about whether this sea is true or false, right?"
Zhen Minglang had studied cultural relics appreciation in university, so he knew a lot about the sea of pens. Now he directly pointed his fingers to the sea of pens, and the two of them also hummed, expressing their contempt for Zhen Minglang.
Seeing the old man and the middle-aged man turning their faces away without answering, Zhen Minglang also watched the sea indifferently.
In fact, how can Zhen Mingliang know whether this sea is true or false? But since Mingliang called him over, he will only suffer in terms of face. At worst, he will support anyone casually, just support the old man with many supporters. Then no one will Know whether you have real talents and knowledge, and whether you know the goods.
"I think this sea, from a general perspective, has a clear and shiny texture, a sunken bottom and curved arcs, and precise porcelain paintings. It's really good..."
When Zhen Minglang was organizing language in his mind and thinking about the words about appreciating the sea of pens that he had learned in college at that time, a light appeared in his concentrated gaze. The light flowed directly from the pupils, and for a while it also flowed here. Above the sea of pens in the glass showcase.
The radiance infected Bi Hai's body, and then the light swayed on Bi Hai's vessels.
The energy in Zhen Minglang's eyes began to wander, showing that it was not enough. His pupils suddenly felt wet, and then the light pierced directly into the sea of pens.
It is true that Zhen Mingliang has not seen the so-called Qi Dao in his prime, which is the kind of spiritual energy he needs.
Zhen Minglang knew that if the antique porcelain did not have spiritual energy, then it was very likely that the piece of porcelain was a fake. But at this moment, Zhen Minglang could not jump to a conclusion.
Because I can't completely prove it now. All authentic products must have air channels coming out, while fake products have no air channels.
bang,
Zhen Minglang felt the slight change in the air, and then the light lingering on the sea of bis illuminated the material of the inner wall of the sea of bis clearly.
Through that light, Zhen Mingliang could see through the inner wall of the sea of pens.
Zhen Minglang knew that if the pen sea was real, the porcelain on the inner wall would definitely not look new, and would have a rough and old feel on the outside. But at this time, the porcelain on the inner wall of the pen sea gave off a bright color. Bright color, not as dull and sophisticated as the outer wall, and there is obvious color difference, it is definitely produced in post-production.
"This sea is a fake."
Zhen Minglang almost blurted out.
"Fake?"
After listening to Zhen Minglang's ignorant words, the old man burst out laughing, "You said this piece of sea is a fake? Haha, I think you and this brother are really self-righteous. You keep saying that this piece of sea is a fake. , what else can I say?”
The old man was so aggressive that Zhen Minglang didn't know how to answer for a while, "Feeling...feeling."
When he said that he judged based on his feelings, the old man smiled from ear to ear and sarcastically said directly to Zhen Minglang, "Did you hear that? This little guy said that he judged that this sea was a fake based on his feelings. I Zongheng In the antique industry for decades, I have only heard of judging antiques with eyesight or touch, but I have never heard of feeling. Do you think this little brother is ridiculous? Haha."
The old man laughed heartily. The people on the side also pointed at Zhen Minglang and made irresponsible remarks. Feelings? Can feelings also be used for appreciation?
While everyone was smiling with disdain, Zhen Minglang was young and ignorant, not knowing how high the sky was and how thick the earth was, but a vigorous voice came from behind the crowd.
"Director Wang, you said you didn't believe this little brother when he said this piece of sea was fake. So what would you do if I said this piece of sea was fake?"
At the same time, Zhen Minglang and everyone were also surprised. Everyone had firmly believed that the sea of bis was genuine, but unexpectedly someone came out and said that the sea of bis was a fake.
The old man with a white beard who was called Factory Manager Wang heard someone calling him and quickly looked around. Then his eyes widened and he saw Mr. Zhuang.
"Boss Zhuang, is that you?"
In fact, when Zhen Minglang came over to appraise the treasure, Mr. Zhuang followed him silently. When Zhen Minglang appraised the treasure, Mr. Zhuang was also looking at the sea carefully and seeing the sea through his own eyes.
Glaze color and tire shape.
On the surface, this sea of seams is seamless, but the seam of paint that has been coated with paste always has an irreversible scratch on the upper edge of the outer wall. The scratch is very small, made by injecting slurry water, and will be processed and repaired later. Therefore, most people cannot see it at all.
Not out.
"Yes, it's me. You just said that this sea is genuine, but I agree with this little brother that this sea is indeed a fake."
"Why, do you want to hear how I feel?"
Mr. Zhuang's words were purely to save Zhen Minglang's face. After saying this, Director Wang immediately knew what was going on.
"Oh, no need. Since it was the vice-president of the Cultural Relics Association who spoke, then this piece of sea must be a fake. I just didn't realize that this little guy is your apprentice, I'm really sorry."
When Director Wang saw Mr. Zhuang, he showed great respect. Naturally, besides respecting Mr. Zhuang, he also became polite to Zhen Minglang.
Zhen Minglang listened to the old man's humility and put down his posture, "Old senior, everyone can make mistakes sometimes, not to mention that it is really difficult to tell the authenticity of this sea. Otherwise, how could it have been holding Jin's jewelry for so long, and no one could see it.
Come up with something true or false."
Zhen Minglang is completely a step down from Factory Director Wang, and Lao Wang is naturally a person who understands the general situation.
"Well, thanks to my years in the antique business, I am not as good as a junior like you. The waves behind you in the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, so I, the wave in front, had to be beaten to death on the beach."
"Haha, no, no, you are serious."
There was also friction between Zhen Minglang and the old man's laughter. The young man who had just said that the sea was a fake, but couldn't explain why, was really looking at Zhen Minglang with bright eyes at this moment.
"Little brother, there are very few young people like you who care about antique porcelain, and those with your level of accomplishment are even rarer. I am also a collector of antique porcelain. If you don't mind, let's make friends. This is me
business card!”
The middle-aged man took out a business card from his black leather bag. Zhen Minglang took it and nodded deeply twice.
"Okay, I will accept the business card first. If you have time another day, I will definitely contact you."
Zhen Minglang did not look at the business card, but put it intact into his pocket. At the moment, he still had a lot of treasures to see, so naturally it was not the time to care about what this elder brother was doing or to chat with him.
"Well, I'm going to take a walk in the East District too. Our activities are about to start."
Zhen Mingliang didn't do much research on the casual remark made by the middle-aged man. He just wondered, isn't the East District an entertainment area? Why are there activities for this middle-aged man?
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