Chapter 67 Yuan Qinghua was actually fake and was smashed by Hong Yu himself
"Do you also know about porcelain?"
Zhou Wanrou looked at Hong Yu in surprise, with a slight surprise in her eyes.
After all, the antique industry is a very deep one. Even if you don’t have ten or eight years, it’s difficult to get started.
For example, she herself, even though she has been exposed to various antiques since she was a child and was influenced by her grandfather, she dare not say how high her level of treasure appraisal is.
The number of eye punches is countless.
Fortunately, in the past two years, I have gained a lot of experience and rarely made any mistakes.
Hong Yu smiled and said, "You should know a little bit."
Immortal Doctor Wuji lived for thousands of years before dying. Although he was not a master of treasure appraisal, his knowledge was richer than any modern cultural relic expert.
Hong Yu inherited his mantle and naturally has a high level of knowledge in antiques.
He said he understood a little bit, but it was just a modest statement.
However, Zhou Wanrou believed it to be true and said disappointedly: "It turns out I only know a little bit about it."
Zhou Wanrou shook her head. She originally thought she had finally met a young man of her own age with similar interests, but it turned out that she was just an amateur.
To put it bluntly, the antique collection market specializes in selling people like this who think they know a little bit.
"Wanrou, why are you talking so much? Why don't you quickly take out the porcelain in the box and show it to Mr. Hong for appreciation?"
Zhou Wenchang really had a headache. His granddaughter really had no emotional intelligence at all.
I don’t know what to say and what not to say at all.
If it were some narrow-minded people who dared to speak like this, they would have offended people long ago.
"Okay, I'll show it to you and you can give me your opinion."
Zhou Wanrou said so, but in her heart she had no hope for Hong Yu's opinion.
What great insights can a half-assed person come up with?
Then, she opened the wooden box in her hand and took out a blue and white teapot.
The teapot is very exquisite in workmanship and translucent in color, making it obvious that it is special at first glance.
In particular, the dragon pattern is carved on it, which is lifelike, as if it is flying on the porcelain vase.
"This...could this be blue and white porcelain?"
When Zhou Wenchang saw the blue and white teapot that his granddaughter took out, his eyes suddenly changed and he asked excitedly.
He never expected that the treasured porcelain his granddaughter talked about turned out to be rare blue and white porcelain.
Blue and white porcelain exists in very small quantities and has extremely high collection value.
Even though he has been collecting for most of his life, he only has one piece of blue and white porcelain from Hongwu of the Ming Dynasty.
As for Yuan Qinghua, I have never had the chance to encounter them.
I have been lucky enough to see it a few times at some high-end auctions.
But the auction price is really too high. Although he has accumulated billions of net worth with his medical skills, he is still far behind those truly wealthy families.
Among those wealthy families, which one does not have a net worth of more than 100 billion?
At the same time, Hong Yu's eyes also lit up slightly.
The value of blue and white porcelain, even as a person who doesn't understand the antique market, knows that it is extremely precious.
He couldn't help but take a few more glances at the blue and white teapot in Zhou Wanrou's hand.
"Grandpa, your eyes are so sharp, you can recognize him at a glance."
"Yes, this is blue and white porcelain, and I think it is still Yuan blue and white."
Zhou Wanrou replied with a smile, feeling quite excited inside.
After all, Yuanqinghua is a good thing that has a price but no market.
If it is genuine, it will be priceless.
"Yuan Qinghua?"
Hearing this, Zhou Wenchang became even more excited, quickly stretched out his hands and said: "Let me have a look."
"Grandpa, be careful."
Zhou Wanrou carefully handed the blue and white porcelain in her hand to Zhou Wenchang.
Zhou Wenchang took it with both hands, picked it up, looked left and right, looked up and down, opened the lid of the teapot, and looked inside for a long time.
Finally, after his own appraisal, he was convinced that this was really a blue and white teapot from the Yuan Dynasty.
For a moment, his heart was beating fast.
If he hadn't experienced it himself, he would never believe that someone could find such priceless and unmarketable treasures as Yuan blue and white in the antique market.
"Wanrou, this is indeed a blue and white teapot from the Yuan Dynasty."
Zhou Wenchang said excitedly, feeling unable to calm down for a long time.
When her grandfather said it was a Yuan blue and white teapot, Zhou Wanrou was extremely excited.
She was actually quite uneasy just now.
If you misjudge it and it's not Yuan Qinghua, wouldn't it be embarrassing?
However, she is not worried at all now.
Grandpa is the president of the Jiangling County Antiques Association and has a high level of appreciation.
Generally, the things he identifies are almost never wrong.
"Wanrou, please tell me quickly how you got this Yuan blue and white teapot at the antique market."
Zhou Wenchang was very curious.
When Zhou Wanrou recalled today's experience, she felt like she was in a dream.
She narrated: "Grandpa, I am not just having nothing to do at home today. I just want to go to the antique market in the city to have a look and see if I can come across some good things?"
"As it happened, by coincidence, when I was wandering around an antique store, an old man came in carrying a seriously ill child on his back, saying he wanted to sell antique porcelain to treat the child's illness."
"I saw that the child was very ill and pitiful, so I just watched the excitement and thought, if the things the old man brought out were fake and couldn't be sold, I would also help and spend money to buy them.
, treating that child was a good deed at that time."
"What I never expected was that the old man then took out this Yuan blue and white teapot, saying it was Hongwu blue and white tea porcelain passed down from our ancestors."
"The old man also said that this blue and white teapot is an heirloom of his family. It would not be sold for money. It should be passed down from generation to generation."
"But there is no way, the grandson is seriously ill, and he only has this grandson and cannot give up the family, so he has no choice but to sell this family heirloom."
"At that time, everyone in the antique shop, including the boss, had it authenticated and mistakenly thought it was a piece of Hongwu blue and white porcelain. Only I could see that it was a piece of Yuan blue and white porcelain. In the end, I paid twice as much as the market price.
The total price was 20 million, so I bought it back from the old man."
"Grandpa, you don't know that the people in the antique shop at that time all said that I was stupid, saying that this was just Hongwu blue and white porcelain, not Yuan blue and white porcelain, and it was not worth that much money at all."
"Grandpa, do you think I am stupid, or are those people stupid?"
"If those people now know that the blue and white teapot in my hand is from the Yuan Dynasty, it is real Yuan blue and white porcelain, and it is worth at least several hundred million, will they be so angry that they slap their thighs and regret that they didn't snatch it from me?"
Zhou Wanrou laughed excitedly as she spoke, showing how happy she was in her heart.
Zhou Wenchang also laughed after listening to his granddaughter's story.
"Wanrou, those people must be stupid. Although this Ming Hongwu blue and white porcelain is very rare, in terms of collection value and historical value, it is far from Yuan blue and white porcelain."
"If you ask me, those people who were present at the antique store at that time, if they knew that Wanrou you bought Yuan Qinghua, it would not be as simple as just breaking the thigh. They probably would not be able to close their eyes until the day they die."
"Haha, Grandpa, what you said is even more exaggerated than me."
Zhou Wanrou also laughed heartily.
As for being unhappy about being scolded by grandpa just now, I have already completely forgotten about it.
There is nothing that makes people happier and more exciting than finding a piece of Yuanqinghua with your own hands.
"Mr. Zhou, Miss Zhou, can you let me take a look?"
At this time, Hong Yu on the side suddenly spoke.
He felt something was not quite right about this "Yuan Qinghua".
Zhou Wenchang suddenly came to his senses.
I was so excited just now that I forgot about Hong Yu.
He said apologetically: "Mr. Hong, I'm really sorry. I was so excited just now. Just look at it."
With that said, Zhou Wenchang respectfully handed the Yuan blue and white teapot in front of Hong Yu.
"Hey, be careful!"
Zhou Wanrou reminded that she was afraid that Hong Yu might not be sure and fall to pieces, which would be really bad and cause heavy losses.
"Miss Zhou, don't worry."
Hong Yu nodded and smiled, then took the blue and white teapot and looked at it.
Judging from the appearance, workmanship, color glaze and other aspects, this is indeed very similar to a blue and white porcelain from the Yuan Dynasty.
He believed that even if famous experts from China came to evaluate it, they might be mistaken.
However, there was a place that others couldn't see, but Hong Yu discovered a big problem.
There are actually two modern simplified Chinese characters engraved on the inside of the spout of the blue and white teapot.
"Mr. Zhou, Miss Zhou, let's be honest, this is not a piece of Yuan blue and white, it's a fake."
Hong Yu said truthfully.
"What?"
Hearing this, Zhou Wenchang and Zhou Wanrou looked startled, thinking that they had heard wrongly.
It’s not Yuan Qinghua. Is this impossible?
They both authenticated it several times, and it was absolutely Yuan Qinghua, unmistakable.
"Humph, you only know a little bit about antiques, so you dare to talk nonsense here?"
Zhou Wanrou said disdainfully.
Her impression of Hong Yu was not very good to begin with.
Because of Hong Yu, she was severely punished by her grandfather just now.
At this moment, Hong Yu said that the Yuan blue and white porcelain she finally bought was fake. How could she bear it?
He immediately retorted: "You said this blue and white porcelain is fake, what evidence do you have?"
"Wanrou, who asked you to talk to Mr. Hong like this?"
Zhou Wenchang scolded: "Hurry up and apologize to Mr. Hong."
"Grandpa, why should I apologize? And why do you always speak for him? Even if he is your honored guest, he can't just talk nonsense, right?" Zhou Wanrou was quite unconvinced.
Of course Zhou Wenchang had some objections to what Hong Yu just said.
After all, just to be on the safe side, he looked at the blue and white teapot several times before finally confirming that it was a Yuan blue and white teapot.
But Hong Yu just glanced at it a few times without looking carefully, so he just said it was fake. Of course he felt uncomfortable.
He is very confident in his professional treasure appraisal ability and will not make mistakes.
Moreover, Hong Yu is young and his medical skills have reached the pinnacle. He probably does not have time to study antiques. His level of treasure appraisal should be as he said before, and he only has a superficial understanding. The result is to make such nonsense, which is really arrogant.
However, he naturally did not dare to say these words.
He also wanted to learn ancient medicine and acupuncture from Hong Yu.
"Wanrou, shut up and go back to the room quickly."
Zhou Wenchang scolded his granddaughter.
Then he apologized to Hong Yu: "Mr. Hong, I'm really sorry. This girl Wanrou has a strong sense of self-esteem. She got this blue and white teapot with great difficulty. It was originally a happy thing, but you said it was a fake, and it suddenly triggered me."
That's why she said some angry words just now, I hope you don't mind, Mr. Hong."
Hong Yu waved his hand and said, "Mr. Zhou, I won't mind. I also understand Miss Zhou's mood."
"However, this blue and white teapot is indeed fake. It is not Yuan blue and white porcelain at all."
"snort!"
Zhou Wanrou snorted coldly and said contemptuously: "Then you mean, it is Ming Hongwu blue and white porcelain?"
"I'm really not looking down on you. Do you know the difference between Ming Hongwu blue and white porcelain and Yuan blue and white porcelain? Are you talking nonsense here?"
Hong Yu shook his head and said: "No, Miss Zhou, you misunderstood me. What I mean is that this blue and white teapot is neither Yuan blue and white nor Hongwu blue and white. It is actually an imitation of modern craftsmanship."
"You're farting, that's impossible."
Zhou Wanrou was so angry that she even cursed out loud.
Because what Hong Yu said is really too ridiculous.
If Hong Yu had said that this blue and white teapot was the Hongwu blue and white teapot of the Ming Dynasty, she might not have lost her composure.
After all, the two are very similar in appearance and workmanship.
People who are not experts may not be able to tell.
But it turns out, Hong Yu said, this blue and white teapot is actually an imitation of modern craftsmanship.
How does she accept this?
You took 20 million and bought something that may not be worth 20,000 yuan?
It is simply a great shame and humiliation.
Zhou Wenchang's expression also changed slightly.
Not happy anymore.
Hong Yu's words were tantamount to a slap in his old face.
He, the dignified president of the Jiangling County Antiques Association, mistakenly thought that a modern imitation of craftsmanship was Yuan Dynasty blue and white porcelain, and he was so excited that he couldn't put it down. If this were to come out, this old face would be completely disgraced.
"Mr. Hong, since you are so firm in saying that this blue and white teapot is not Yuan blue and white, but a modern handicraft, you must have seen something. You might as well tell me so that Wanrou and I can be convinced." Zhou Wenchang said.
"Grandpa is right, you can't just say what you say with your mouth, right?"
Zhou Wanrou echoed: "If you can come up with evidence to convince me today, I will believe you."
Hong Yu shrugged and said, "The evidence is there, but I don't know if Miss Zhou is willing to let it go?"
"As long as you can provide evidence, I will give up anything." Zhou Wanrou said generously.
"That's okay."
As soon as Hong Yu finished speaking, the blue and white porcelain in his hand was smashed to the ground.
There was a crisp sound.
The blue and white teapot was shattered on the floor.
Zhou Wenchang and Zhou Wanrou were both stunned.
My heart seemed to be broken at this moment.
This is Yuan Qinghua!
Priceless.
This guy was actually smashed.
"You...you...please pay me Yuan Qinghua."
Zhou Wanrou was almost driven crazy with anger. She clenched her hands tightly and wanted to rush forward and punch Hong Yu Bangbang twice.
"Mr. Hong, what are you doing?"
Zhou Wenchang also had a look of pain on his face and stamped his feet.
As a collector, he dreams of collecting a Yuan blue and white piece.
As a result, I finally got one, but it was smashed before I could warm it up.
If he didn't want to learn the ancient acupuncture technique of "Nine Soul-Reviving Needles" from Hong Yu, he really wanted to curse Hong Yu at this moment.
This is a complete waste of resources.
"Uh...Mr. Zhou, Miss Zhou, don't get excited. First pick up the pieces on the ground and look at them carefully. Then you will know whether what I said is true or false."
Hong Yu pointed to the fragments of the blue and white teapot on the ground and said.