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Chapter 100 Clay Pot

After the three handed the two robbers to the patrol police, they went to a teahouse under the leadership of Song Siming.

After sitting down, Song Siming took the lead in speaking.

"Are you both from the antique world?"

"I own an antique shop."

Zhang Yuan said.

"I'm not from the antiques industry, I'm a police officer."

Roy shook his head.

"Oh, you two are a couple."

Song Siming said suddenly.

"Cough cough cough."

Zhang and Yuan both coughed in unison.

I don't know whether it was caused by shyness or choking on the water, but both of them were blushing.

They did not refute immediately, but looked at each other and quickly looked away.

Then Zhang Yuancai shook his head and said.

"No, we are just ordinary friends."

"Oh, I see."

Song Siming said meaningfully.

The two of them suddenly felt embarrassed.

Still, he wasn't too gossipy to dwell on this issue, so he immediately changed the topic and looked at Zhang Yuan and asked.

"However, you have the ability to see through plum bottles at a glance. Are you just an ordinary antique store manager?"

Zhang Yuan thought for a moment and said half-jokingly.

"To be precise, he is the manager of an antique store with very good sales."

It's not that he's humble, he really doesn't have any other titles besides that.

Song Siming frowned and nodded.

Roy couldn't bear to see him being so low-key. As the saying goes, excessive modesty is pride, so he said immediately.

"His identification skills are very good. An hour ago, he found the original "Sang Luan Tie" that your antique industry has never been able to find, and sent it to the museum."

When Song Siming heard this, his eyes widened immediately, he looked at Zhang Yuan and asked in disbelief.

"You found "Sang Luan Tie" and sent it to the museum!"

Zhang Yuan smiled and said.

"What a coincidence, what a coincidence."

Song Siming took a long breath to calm down and sighed.

"Finding the authentic work requires not only ability, but also luck. But after finding the original work, donating it to the museum without asking for anything in return is a sign of a profound spiritual state."

"It's a great blessing to have young people like you in the antique world."

Zhang Yuan was a little embarrassed and lowered his head to drink tea.

Roy looked a little proud, with a smile on his lips.

Song Siming then seemed to suddenly think of something and spoke.

"It's fate that we meet. I happen to be attending a salon tonight. Are you interested in going with me?"

"Salon? What salon?"

Roy asked.

"It is a salon in the antique world. Some experts in the antique industry will be present, and there is also a place for antique trading."

Song Siming paused, pointed to Zhang Yuan and said.

"He should have been."

Zhang Yuan nodded.

When Roy heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up and he spoke.

"There is also a place where antiques are traded. Definitely go there. Maybe you can find treasures like "Sang Luan Tie" again."

Zhang Yuan said with a smile.

"You think that treasures of the level of "Sang Luan Tie" are just cabbage in the market. You can find them if you say you can find them."

Roy pouted his mouth slightly and drank tea.

Song Siming smiled and said nothing.

Although Zhang Yuan had no hope of finding the treasure, he still wanted to go to the salon.

After all, if you can't find treasures, you can still find low-grade treasures, and there are many local bosses there, so you can make connections and promote your own store.

He said immediately.

"Okay, let's take advantage of Mr. Song."

Song Siming waved his hand and said.

"You're welcome. By the way, there is another requirement for entering the venue, which is to bring an antique. To a certain extent, antiques are a symbol of status. If the antique you bring is of high value, others will look at you favorably.

"

Zhang Yuan nodded.

Roy curled his lips, he didn't expect these antique dealers to be so vain.

The three of them chatted for a while, and Song Siming left after informing them of their address and information.

Roy asked immediately.

"Where should we go next?"

She didn't even notice that she didn't want to be separated from Zhang Yuan.

Zhang Yuan said immediately.

"I'll take you to my antique shop for a visit and find an antique as a certificate for the evening salon."

"OK."

Roy stood up immediately and said enthusiastically.

She is now very interested in things related to Zhang Yuan.

The two of them immediately came to Zhang Yuan's shop.

The Roy man looked around and then spoke.

"It's pretty big here."

"Are you going to take that antique?"

Chen Chuan smiled and said.

"Go to the warehouse and just pick one."

Then ask the clerk to take it to the warehouse.

Roy followed up and said.

"How can that be done? Since there is an unspoken rule about using antiques to judge your identity, you can't just pick one up. You have to keep a low profile and take your time."

The three of them arrived at the warehouse.

Roy was a little surprised. The place was bigger than she expected, and the rows of shelves were filled with antiques.

Zhang Yuan glanced casually and his eyes fell on a clay pot on the table next to the door.

Suddenly I was shocked and asked.

"Where did this thing come from?"

The clerk panicked, thinking there was something wrong with the clay pot, and hurriedly spoke.

"This was just collected today and I plan to put it in the warehouse together in the evening. It is a clay pot made in the ancient style of the late Qing Dynasty. We have checked it and there is nothing wrong with it."

Chen Chuan shook his head and said.

"This is not a clay pot from the late Qing Dynasty."

Roy frowned and asked.

"Any questions?"

The clerk said at a loss.

"How could it be possible? We've all seen it. How could something go wrong?"

Zhang Yuan said hurriedly.

"You are scared. I am not saying that this clay pot is fake. On the contrary, the value of this clay pot is higher than you think."

The two people from Roy were stunned when they heard this.

Zhang Yuan didn't explain, he just picked up the tools on the side and started tapping the pot gently.

Soon, sparse soil fell from the opening on the pottery pot.

Then large chunks of soil fell one by one.

The two of them were stunned, because the clay pot did not break due to the falling soil, but showed its true appearance.

However, they couldn't see clearly because it was full of dust. They could only see that there seemed to be openings on the pottery pot, which faintly revealed a cyan color.

After a while, Zhang Yuan successfully took off all the outer clothes of the clay pot.

Blow gently and the dust attached to the pot will disperse, revealing its true appearance.

It is a cyan porcelain bottle. The porcelain body is thick, the glass texture is strong, and the fluidity is high. The glaze surface has fine flakes, and the glaze color is green with yellow in it.

It is completely different from the rustic pottery pot. The shape is very beautiful, simple and solemn, magnificent, the glaze is green, clean and elegant, the glaze is shiny and bright.

"This is actually celadon from Changsha Kiln, one of the three famous kilns in the Tang Dynasty."

Zhang Yuanchang said in one breath.


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