Of course, Liu Dong had never heard of Zhao Defa's experience of being punched in the eye when picking up Taobao items, but it did not prevent him from knowing how rich this person was. As Uncle Long said just now, maybe three million would be enough for him.
It is said to be an incredible astronomical figure, but in this person's hands it is just a drizzle.
At this time, the middle-aged maid just now came over carrying a teapot and several tea bowls on a tray. At Mr. Li's signal, she placed them on the stone table in front of everyone.
"Mr. Li, this seems to be a purple clay teapot, right?" Liu Dong looked at the teapot, which was purple-red in color, with a warm and smooth surface, blooming with a treasured light accumulated in history. It was shaped like a pumpkin, divided into eight petals, and had a simple and elegant shape.
, couldn’t help but ask.
"Oh? Xiaodong also knows about purple clay teapots?" Mr. Li suddenly asked with great interest.
"I'm not very sure. I just saw something similar when I visited the antique stall in the market before, but it wasn't as good as yours?"
"Haha, my purple clay teapot is not simple, isn't it?" After a pause, the old man glanced at Liu Dong and suddenly said: "If you can tell the origin of this thing, then I will give you one that I have treasured for many years.
The things I give to you are treated as gifts for the first time, and I guarantee you won’t be disappointed!”
This time, before Liu Dong could speak, Mr. Long, who was sitting on the side, began to encourage him: "Xiaodong, if you can really see something from this, then boldly say that this old guy is very good to the younger generation.
Xiang is very generous. Haven't you always liked collecting? Lao Li's collection is very rich!"
Hearing what he said, Mr. Li just smiled lightly and said nothing. He just looked at Liu Dong indifferently, with a touch of expectation in his eyes.
Looking at the expressions of the two old people, Liu Dong couldn't help but take a deep breath. If it were before, with his shallow knowledge of antiques, he would definitely not be able to tell the ugly Yinmao from this purple clay pot. But now it is different.
No matter whether this object is an antique or not, the orb in his mind will show it. Even if there is something hidden in this purple clay pot, it cannot be hidden under his clairvoyance power.
Thinking of this, Liu Dong naturally had no scruples in his heart, and immediately agreed, "Since Mr. Li said so, I am presumptuous. If what I said is wrong, please forgive me!"
Liu Dong cupped his fists, and when he saw the old man nodded, his mind moved. He immediately felt as if a window had been opened on his forehead, and everything within two meters became different in his eyes. And
The purple clay pot on the table showed a rich white fluorescence as he expected. Although the distance was less than ten centimeters, there was no doubt that it was a genuine antique.
Then he subconsciously observed the mustard space in his mind, and saw the words "Chen Mingyuan of the Qing Dynasty made a pumpkin pot" floating in the sky above the yellow orb, which gave Liu Dong some confidence.
"Mr. Li, this should be the purple clay pumpkin pot made by Chen Mingyuan, a master of purple clay pot making in the early Qing Dynasty!" Liu Dong said.
After hearing his answer, Mr. Li's eyes quickly flashed with surprise, and then he glanced at Liu Dong and asked calmly: "Oh, haha, that's right, how did you see it?"
Hearing Mr. Li's question, Liu Dong couldn't help but feel nervous. To be honest, without the help of the sudden power, he really didn't know about this teapot. From there, he could tell that it was
Chen Mingyuan's purple sand teapot from the Qing Dynasty. But after taking a few quick glances, Liu Dong felt relieved.
"Mr. Li, I saw the word 'Hefeng' here!" Liu Dong said, pointing to the side of the pot facing him, between the two melon edges, and a small sunken seam.
In fact, if you want to see it, it is really difficult to see these two words with the naked eye, because the secret mark left by the author is too small, and together they are not much thicker than a hair. If it were not for the eyes.
With the power of clairvoyance, Liu Dong really couldn't see this hidden secret.
However, although he saw these two words, he didn't know much about Chen Mingyuan, the master of purple clay pot making in the early Qing Dynasty, and he didn't know what the word "Hefeng" meant, but he really couldn't find anything.
In the absence of evidence, he could only say these two words.
However, after listening to his words, Mr. Li finally couldn't help showing a look of surprise on his face. At that moment, he couldn't help but look at the young man sitting opposite him again, and then slowly said: "Xiaodong
His eyesight is really good, and 'Hefeng' is Chen Mingyuan's nickname. He often leaves it on the purple clay pots he made. It has been recorded in ancient books."
"Haha, Lao Li, we are learning micro-carving. If nothing else, we just have good eyesight. Now your precious purple clay pot has been spotted by Xiaodong. It's time to fulfill your promise, right?" Long sat next to him.
Uncle said with a smile at this time. In fact, he was a little surprised that Liu Dong could see this hidden secret.
After hearing this, Mr. Li couldn't help rolling his eyes and said angrily: "Do you think everyone likes to default on their debts like you do?" After saying that, he turned around and gave instructions to the middle-aged maid who was standing aside.
Said: "Xiao Zhang, go to my study and bring me the book on the table."
"Yes, sir!" After hearing this, a strange look flashed in the maid's eyes. After taking a look at Liu Dong, she turned around and headed towards the back room.
"Mr. Li, actually I got it right this time by luck. As for the prize, let's forget about it. When the time comes, you can always give me more pointers on my collection of knowledge!" Liu Dong was really afraid that Mr. Li was really like Uncle Long.
As he said, give him a valuable antique from his collection. Although it is true that he really won the bet that Mr. Li just played that was not a gamble, but if he accepts such a precious antique from someone when they meet for the first time,
If it's something, it's not always good.
At this time, Uncle Long who was sitting on the side did not speak. Although Liu Dong was the junior he favored, if it was true as he said that his old friend wanted to give Liu Dong an antique because of the bet just now, then he would think that Liu Dong said
Very good.
"Okay, you don't need to say anything, I have made up my mind. Besides, what I give you is actually not that precious, so you don't have to worry!" Mr. Li waved his hand and said.
After hearing what he said, Liu Dong glanced at Uncle Long sitting next to him and saw that he shook his head slightly and said nothing more.
"Okay, let's drink tea first! This is the authentic Fujian Dahongpao. Although it does not come from the three tea trees in Wuyi Mountain, it is also the tea from the six second-generation mother trees. It is very rare!" Li said.
The old man picked up the teapot on the table and poured a cup for the two of them one after another.
As the light red clear tea filled the tea cups, a refreshing fragrance made several people couldn't help but take a deep breath, and their faces couldn't help but show the look of aftertaste. Even Liu Dong, who almost always
People who rarely drink tea have a strong urge to taste it at this moment.
"Good tea, it is indeed the best of Wuyi Rock Tea. It has the fragrance of green tea and the mellowness of black tea. It is the best of Chinese oolong teas and lives up to the reputation of the 'King of Teas'!" Uncle Long held the cup in his right hand,
He held up the tea cup on the table with his left hand, put it on the tip of his nose and smelled it lightly. He couldn't help but close his eyes in intoxication, and said with a tone full of admiration.