After listening to Liu Dong's words, Mr. Li smiled and said nothing. Although he did not believe that Liu Dong's appraisal level was really higher than his own, after this incident, he had realized Liu Dong's skill in antique appraisal.
Excellent talent.
At this time, everyone who had recalled Mr. Li's story had different expressions on their faces. However, Fujita Ichiro was in a very bad mood now. He never thought that the seniors he admired would be played around by others.
, I don’t know how many of the porcelain, calligraphy and paintings and other precious antiques forcibly taken from China are deliberately fakes.
"Baga, cunning Chinese!" Ichiro Fujita cursed secretly in his heart.
"Mr. Li, how come you can only see the secret mark on this cup under the sun? Why can't you see it in other places?" Zhao Defa held a magnifying glass and a chicken bowl cup in his hand. After looking at it for a while, he asked rather strangely.
road.
"Haha, there's nothing surprising. In fact, ancient Chinese craftsmen have long noticed the changes in colors under sunlight and applied them. For example, the famous Yaobian Tianmu glaze of Jian Kiln in the Song Dynasty is one of the representatives. But Yao
The emergence of the third eye is highly accidental, and the manufacturing process is also more difficult. It is not comparable to this pair of fake chicken cups!"
Speaking of this, Mr. Li couldn't help but sigh deeply and said with regret: "But it's a pity that the magical Jian Kiln Yao Transformation Tenmu Glaze, a Chinese national treasure, has actually ended up in Japan, but none of it can be found in the country.
It’s really a pity!”
At this moment, Liu Dong could also understand the old man's mood. As a Chinese, and also a Chinese who likes collecting, appraising and ancient culture, there is nothing worse than seeing a national treasure that originally belonged to him wander abroad, and it is still Japan, a century-old treasure of China.
It's even more heartbreaking to be in the hands of a feud.
"It seems that Cheng Fang has only preserved some of China's precious works of art!" Liu Dong thought secretly in his heart.
Just when Liu Dong and the others were sighing for this, a harsh voice sounded around them, "Yaobian Tianmu Glaze is the pride of our Japanese Empire, but it has nothing to do with the Chinese!"
After hearing what he said, Li Yuncong, who had a somewhat impatient temper, was furious. He stepped forward and grabbed Fujita Ichiro's suit collar, and said viciously, "You little dwarf, what did you just say? Believe it or not, I will beat the hell out of you."
I can’t even recognize it!”
Seeing the fists swung by the Chinese man in front of him, Ichiro Fujita had the intention to fight back, but his force was pitifully weak compared to his own. In order to avoid physical pain, he wriggled his lips and did not dare to say anything.
At this time, Mr. Li, who was standing aside, looked at Li Yuncong's actions and the anger on Liu Dong's face. He was afraid that if they really gave this Japanese to him, if there was a diplomatic dispute or trouble, he would be in trouble.
The situation is not easy to end, so even he hates this Japanese very much, but he still hurriedly persuades: "Okay, Yun Cong, please let go of him quickly. Did the dog bite you?
Do you want to bite back?"
Ichiro Fujita, who is proficient in Chinese, naturally understood the meaning of this sentence, but before he could open his mouth to fight back, Li Yuncong's fist made him wisely shut his mouth!
"Haha, Mr. Li is right! You are lucky!" Li Yuncong said and let go of his hand.
"Baga! This damn Chinese bastard!" Fujita Ichiro wanted to say something in reply to Mr. Li, but when he saw Li Yuncong's fist that had not yet been put down, and the strong Liu Dong staring at him coldly not far away, then
After comparing his own strength, he obediently shut his mouth and could only vent his dissatisfaction and resentment in his heart.
"Let's go!" After Liu Dong identified the pair of Chenghua Doucai Chicken Cups as fakes, it was obviously impossible to sell the pair of cups again. Of course, today's business was naturally at a loss. In order to avoid continuing to suffer here
, Ichiro Fujita naturally chose to leave as soon as possible.
As for that painting, he didn't take it to heart at all. Apart from the reason that it had already been lost to Liu Dong, it was the same as the Chenghua Doucai Chicken Cup that had been identified. He brought it from Japan to China and prepared to sell it.
It's a fake. Although this ancient painting is well done, it's not worth much. So it doesn't matter even if it loses to Liu Dong.
After hearing his words and looking at the unkind eyes of Liu Dong and others, the middle-aged man named Wang was also afraid that he would be beaten, so he quickly followed his Japanese master and walked outside.
"Mr. Fujita, do you want our things?" asked the middle-aged man surnamed Wang.
"Baga, you idiot. What happened today will spread throughout China's wealthy circles in a few days, and then they will all know that I, Fujita, have a fucking fake chicken cup in my hand. Who will buy it then?
Do you want me to take it back to harm my compatriots? And they are not fools!"
Although he said that, if he could really sell this pair of chicken cups to his compatriots, he would never care. However, he knew that there was nothing in the world that was impermeable and had been identified as fakes.
, basically there is no possibility of further action.
After watching the two people walking out of the villa in a panic and driving away quickly, Zhao Defa turned around, looked at Mr. Li and Liu Dong, cupped their hands, and said with gratitude: "Mr. Li, brother Liu, thank you,
If it hadn't been for you today, I would have suffered a huge loss!" Zhao Defa was not talking nonsense, because Ichiro Fujita's price for the pair of Chenghua Doucai Chicken Cups was not less than 50 million.
After listening to what he said, Mr. Li waved his hand openly, "You should thank Xiaodong. He was the one who identified this cup in the end, but I couldn't help him!" The old man is now in his seventies.
Young people no longer value fame and fortune as much as they do. So although Liu Dong, a junior, finally identified the chicken bowl cup as a fake, he didn't feel much jealousy or shame in his heart. On the contrary, he was even more gratified.
What I have learned has finally been succeeded by someone.
"Mr. Li, please don't look up to me. This time I just discovered its flaw by luck. In terms of appraisal skills, I am not as good as you!" Liu Dong said sincerely.
"Hey, Mr. Li, Brother Liu, why do I feel that you are flattering each other now!" At this time, Zhao Yuncong, who was standing next to Liu Dong, suddenly joked.
"I think you're just asking for a beating!" Mr. Li scolded with a smile.
"Haha...!" After identifying the authenticity of the chicken cup and beating away the Japanese, everyone felt very relaxed and naturally became even happier.
After laughing for a while, Zhao Defa looked at the password box still placed on the round table, turned around and said: "Brother Liu, let's take a look at your trophies. To be honest, I'm really curious!"
Hearing this, Mr. Li and Li Yuncong also expressed interest, and Liu Dong naturally did not disagree.
"Hey, this painting looks quite small!" Seeing Liu Dong nodding, Li Yuncong was the first to reach out and take out the painting from the lockbox left by Ichiro Fujita.
Looking at the scroll, which was about half a meter wide and nearly ten centimeters thick when circled together, everyone couldn't help but become interested. Although they knew from Ichiro Fujita's attitude towards the painting when he left, it was probably not precious.
The paintings, and even the pair of chicken cups, were all fakes. However, a few people were still curious about what they had won from the bet without spending a penny.
"This painting is too big, I'm afraid it won't fit here!" Mr. Li said, looking at the round table with a diameter of less than two meters.
"Haha, this place is indeed a bit small. Let's go to my study room on the second floor, which is more spacious." Zhao Defa said with a smile.
After listening to his words, everyone was satisfied. At the moment, they didn't care about the chicken pot cup still on the table. After all, even if it was a high imitation made during the Republic of China, it would only cost tens of thousands of yuan. And this little money was simply not worth it.
In the eyes of less than a few people, this unknown painting attracted them more.
Following Zhao Defa, the few people did not climb the stairs, but took the villa's special elevator and arrived at Zhao Defa's study on the second floor.