"As we all know, the biggest characteristics of Ming Dynasty porcelain enamel are that the enamel is thick and moist, the glaze surface is even, and there are few skin lines. However, there is nothing consistent with this porcelain of yours, and most of them are even the opposite."
The man said a little guilty.
"Even so, it doesn't mean that this is a fake. How many porcelain bottles were produced in the Ming Dynasty a year? It's normal for there to be one or two that don't meet the standards."
Zhang Yuan sneered and continued.
"But not only does the glaze of yours not look like something from the Ming Dynasty, the shape is just round and thick, the carcass has obvious joints, and the decoration is rigid and rigid... In short, there is nothing that echoes the characteristics of Ming Dynasty pottery."
"The most important thing is that this is a dragon-patterned bottle. It can only be used by the emperor. Others will definitely not dare to use it. So if you make it like this, how dare the craftsmen give it to the emperor?"
"Even if you want to deceive people, you have to work hard. With something like this out there, who do you think you can deceive?"
When the man saw that Zhang Yuan spoke so eloquently and that he was really an expert, he suddenly felt a little flustered.
But he didn't dare to admit it just like that. After all, the other party had just said that he would call the police, and he didn't want to go to jail.
When he was thinking about how he could do this, Zhang Yuan suddenly spoke.
"Thirty thousand, the most I can give you is thirty thousand as compensation."
"Okay, I'll give you 30,000, but don't call the police...wait, what did you say?"
The man subconsciously thought that the other party was asking for 30,000 yuan in hush money, and he was shocked when he heard it.
"What? You are not satisfied?"
Zhang Yuan asked.
"Satisfied, satisfied, of course satisfied."
The man said hurriedly.
Zhang Yuan also paid the money immediately, and the man accepted it happily, but then he felt something was wrong. The other party knew clearly that this thing was a fake, so why did he still spend money to buy it? The other party didn't look like he had abnormal intelligence.
Especially when he saw Zhang Yuan actually starting to clean up the debris on the ground, the man suddenly felt like he had been deceived.
However, he didn't dare to say it directly, so he could only test it in a roundabout way.
"Why are you picking up this debris? The sanitation union picked it up."
Zhang Yuan said without raising his head.
"I spent 30,000 yuan to buy them, why just throw them here?"
Upon hearing this, the man couldn't help but ask further questions.
"Then why are you spending money to pile up junk?"
Zhang Yuan immediately raised his head and asked.
"What? Are you still reluctant to buy it? Then give me the money back."
The man saw this and said hurriedly.
"No, no, of course I'm willing to give it up, I'm just a little curious."
Zhang Yuan gave him a blank look and explained.
"I'm a teacher who teaches antique appraisal. I usually tell my students the difference between fakes and genuine items, but in the end it's all just talk on paper. No matter how much I talk to them, it's better to let them see it with their own eyes."
After hearing this, the man was convinced. Before he could say anything, Zhang Yuan touched his chin and said to himself slightly questioningly.
"But isn't it a bit too expensive to spend 30,000 yuan to buy a teaching aid?"
The man panicked when he heard that, fearing that Zhang Yuan would regret it, he didn't dare to express his anger and quietly slipped away.
Zhang Yuan, who was squatting on the ground picking up the pieces, had a wicked smile on his face.
Zhang Yuan did not pick up all the fragments on the ground, but carefully selected some of them.
After selecting them, he took the broken pieces of porcelain to a restoration market that specializes in restoring antiques.
"What do you mean, brother, you have something to do?"
The boss winked when he saw Zhang Yuan entering the door and said.
Private restoration rooms like this actually do very little restoration work, and most people come here just to fake it.
But unlike those people, Zhang Yuan really came to do the repair work, and no one else had the ability to help him complete it.
So he spoke.
"Boss, can I use your studio?"
The boss took it for granted, pointed towards the room and said.
"One thousand yuan an hour, you can use whatever materials you want."
Zhang Yuan nodded and then walked into the repair room.
He carefully placed the fragments on the repair table. In fact, the reason why he spent money to buy those fragments was because although the dragon-patterned amphorae in the man's hands was fake, the real dragon-patterned amphorae was hidden inside.
among those fragments.
What he has to do now is to restore these fragments to their original appearance.
According to the repair method in his memory, it was actually very simple, and he immediately started working with the tools on the side.
Zhang Yuan was surprised by how smoothly the whole process went. It was obviously the first time for him to do such a thing, but he was very experienced and his movements were smooth and smooth.
Within half an hour, the real dragon-patterned amphora appeared in front of him.
The fragments have just been used up, not too much, not too much.
There wasn't even any trace of repair at all. Zhang Yuan couldn't help but be surprised by the level of repair.
He was more indifferent than excited. You must know that this Longwen bottle can sell for at least five million, which is more than a hundred times. He is also qualified to participate in the infield meeting.
Then he walked out with the bottle in his arms. The boss was dumbfounded when he saw that he had actually conjured a bottle out of thin air in half an hour, and it was so stylish. He couldn't help but sigh.
"Brother, your technique is so powerful. If I met you outside, I would think it was true."
Zhang Yuan smiled, paid the one thousand yuan, and said.
"Please find me a box, I want to pack it up."
After all, the dragon-patterned bottle was somewhat conspicuous, so he still wanted to keep a low profile.
The boss dug out a cardboard box of suitable size, handed it over, and discussed with a flattering smile on his face.
"Brother, how about we cooperate? You make it and I sell it. I can guarantee that you will get more in the end than you do now. If you can't trust me, I can give you the money first."
Zhang Yuan put away the bottle and walked straight out without looking back.
"No need."
The boss's unwilling shout came from behind.
"Brother, think about it carefully and come to me anytime when you have figured it out!"
Zhang Yuan then rushed directly to the venue. To his surprise, there were not many people at the door of the venue.
He took out his cell phone to check the time, but found that there were more than ten missed calls from Yang Xiaoyun. He slapped his forehead. He was too focused on repairing antiques just now and didn't hear the phone ring.
I was anxious and worried that something might happen to the other party. When I was about to call him, I saw another message.
It probably meant that Yang Xiaoyun couldn't contact him and the infield meeting had already begun, so she went in.
Zhang Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, and then planned to go in to find Yang Xiaoyun. He accepted the invitation and was about to go in, but he heard a shout from the door.
"Security, stop that kid!"
Zhang Yuan took a closer look and saw that the person shouting was Hu Jinquan, and the person he was pointing at was himself.