"Brother Zhao, you just said that the last person who spent 8,000 yuan to buy the hand-pressing cup was a young man, is he that person?" Wan Tianliang hurriedly pointed to Xue Chen to the man who just went to find out the situation.
The man took a look and nodded after confirmation: "Yes, it's him. Ha, those people said that this kid and the stall owner are together, singing the double act..."
Swish.
For some reason, sweat oozed from Wan Tianliang's forehead, and his mouth was a little dry.
Wang Ke, who also saw Xue Chen clearly, changed his expression quietly and blurted out: "Impossible, how could Xue Chen sing an oboe with a stall keeper!"
Although he didn't fully understand what happened, he roughly knew the details of Xue Chen. He was able to buy a store in Liulichang. A man with extraordinary eyesight would sing a double act with a stall owner for a few thousand dollars.
,How can it be?
"Mr. Wang, do you know that person?" Wan Shiming asked.
Wan Tianliang hesitated and said, "Dad, that's him."
Wan Shiming thought for a moment and realized that "he" was referring to the young man from other places who educated his son, so he looked over with interest.
Wan Tianliang was in a mess and a little tangled in his heart at the moment. If it had been someone else, he would have thought it was a double act and wouldn't have even thought about it, and would have forgotten it in the blink of an eye. But if it had been someone else, he would have thought too much.
"He spent 8,000 yuan to take over the cup. Why? Why exactly? Could it be..."
At this time, Wan Shiming had already walked towards the crowd that had not dispersed, and said: "I would really like to get to know this young man." What kind of young man is he? He looks better than his own son.
He was a little skeptical that he could educate his own son at such a high level even though he was five years younger.
At this time, Xue Chen just took the Ming Yongle blue and white pressed hand cup in his hand. He looked at the heavy cup in his palm and raised the corner of his mouth slightly, full of mockery. He saw that there were many people around him looking at him and laughing.
While pointing fingers and talking, I couldn’t help but sigh in my heart, it’s hard to be a good person.
When he felt someone was watching him, he looked up and saw several people walking towards him, including Wan Tianliang and Wang Ke.
When he got closer, without him guessing, the people around him had already told him the identities of these people.
"Isn't this the big boss of Tianyi Pavilion? Why are you here?"
"Oh, he is the president of our Pingyuan City Antiques Association. This is really the first time I have seen him."
"And that one is a very famous collector in our city..."
Seeing Wan Shiming, a well-known person in the antique circle of Pingyuan City, suddenly appear, everyone who had just watched the excitement and was about to disperse stayed in place.
The father who had just received 8,000 yuan from Xue Chen was still there and taught his son: "Remember, learn more and see more in the future. If you are half as good as Wan Tianliang Wan Gongzi, I will
There’s no need to worry. Fortunately, I persisted and forced the stall owner’s agent to come forward and pay for it, saving the 8,000 tuition fees.”
As Wan Shiming approached, he was also observing Xue Chen. At first glance, he felt that he was an ordinary young man. There seemed to be nothing special about him except that he looked very strong.
But when he got closer and observed more carefully, he was startled. He vaguely felt that this young man had a very special temperament, and even had a strange illusion, as if when he looked at this young man,
All the surrounding voices and people disappeared, and only this person was left in his eyes. He became the only existence in this world, and there was an inexplicable feeling like a mountain standing still.
"Hello, I am Wan Shiming, the father of Wan Tianliang."
Xue Chen saw the other person extending his hand, so he also extended his hand and shook it: "Oh, it's President Wan, I have long admired you."
Seeing that Wan Shiming came here not without purpose, but came to shake hands with the stall owner's "trustee", the crowd did not expect it.
Wan Tianliang's mind was full of what happened just now, and when he was about to say something, Wang Ke asked him first.
"Mr. Xue, I heard that you just bought...a hand cup from the Ming Dynasty?" Wang Ke asked in surprise.
"Oh, Mr. Wang is here too. Well, yes, I did buy a Yongle hand cup just now." Xue Chen said calmly.
Wang Ke pursed his lips and asked carefully: "Is it true?"
Xue Chen smiled: "Mr. Wang, the identification of porcelain has always been a big problem. Except for some big door items, a piece of porcelain often has different opinions in the eyes of different people, so whether it is true or not is relative.
Yes, if you think something is true, then it is true, and you don’t need to care about other people’s opinions.”
"Haha, what Mr.
Really." Wan Shiming expressed his agreement and appreciation for Xue Chen's views.
"Hey, this kid is pretty good at speaking. He must have been trained as a supporter." Someone murmured on the side.
“Mr.
There are three certain genuine products in the world. Even if there are still in private hands, there will definitely only be one or two more, so this one...
"President Wan wants to see it, of course there is no problem." Xue Chen showed the cup in his hand. When the sun shone, the light on it was very shining, even slightly dazzling.
Seeing this "thief's light" flashing like this, even Wan Shiming was stunned for a moment, and Wan Tianliang and Wang Ke were even more so.
"Oh my god, my eyes were almost blinded by the flash." A passerby said mockingly.
Wan Shiming signaled with his eyes, took the pressing cup, and carefully put it in his hand to observe. The surface of the porcelain was as bright as new, and it didn't look like it had been used for hundreds of years.
As the dynasties change and the history of a piece of porcelain comes out of the kiln, even if it is very well maintained, the originally bright surface will gradually become dull and the luster will be restrained. This is because the glaze on the surface is oxidized, and people usually mean that
Keep a low profile, keep the essence and connotation, and give beautiful words.
But after looking at it for a few more times, Wan Shiming was slightly surprised: "This hand cup is weird, weird, how could it be..."
When the passers-by around saw Wan Shiming holding the hand-pressed cup so preciously, they all stopped and looked at it. The father and son who were about to leave also stayed, and even the stall owner who sold the hand-pressed cup was watching.
With.
Wan Tianliang clasped his hands, and his palms were sweating unknowingly.
Wang Ke muttered: "It's impossible, how is it possible..."
After about ten minutes, Wan Shiming, who had been motionless, suddenly let out a long sigh of relief, looked at Xue Chen with complicated eyes, and said, "Congratulations, Mr. Xue."
"Thank you." Xue Chen responded with a slight nod.
"Dad, you mean, this cup is old?" Wan Tianliang asked hurriedly.
Quietly, everyone around him held their breath.
"Yes, this is indeed a blue and white porcelain hand cup from the Yongle period. It comes from an official kiln and is in very good condition. It's really good, not bad."
Wan Shiming said it was good three times in a row, and it could be seen from the expression of appreciation and affirmation that it was indeed very good.
When Wan Shiming personally said that this hand-pressed cup is old and true, the whole place became quiet for a moment. Those who were shopping stopped drinking, and those who were chatting also closed their mouths. Even if it was a little hot just now,
The wind stopped, as if everything was still.
"Dad, how is this possible? Glazed..."
Wan Tianming stretched out his hand to interrupt his son's words, and immediately felt deeply that there was indeed a gap between his son's level and the young man named Xue Chen in front of him.
"Tianliang, I know what you want to say. You want to talk about the thief of glaze, right?" Wan Shiming's words directly touched everyone's heart.
"I have told you in the past, but it seems that you failed to remember it. The so-called "smear" means that the fire of the porcelain has not completely disappeared after it comes out of the kiln, and it has been out of the kiln for a short time and no oxidation has occurred. However, it must not be used as a
The only criterion for judging a piece of porcelain!”
Wanshi Ming said loudly.
"Tianliang, I want to point out two mistakes of yours. If you encounter this hand cup here, your first thought will definitely be to conclude that this thing is new or imitation, right? This kind of thought is unacceptable.
This is a very bad habitual thinking.”
Wan Shiming is educating his son, but everyone who hears it feels the same because they also have the same mentality.
"Also, you cannot make an arbitrary judgment just because a piece of porcelain has a high brightness or no trace of use, just like it has just come out of the kiln. It must be based on the seven stars, decoration, color materials, painting skills... these aspects are comprehensively
consider."
"If a piece of porcelain is buried in a cellar for a long time, isolated from sunlight, or soaked in some oily liquid, it may not oxidize for hundreds of years, and the brightness will be very high."
As soon as Wan Shiming finished speaking, the original owner of this hand-pressed cup, that is, the stall owner, slapped himself so hard that his face was swollen, and he said with a sad face: "Am I really that stupid? Tell me
I picked it up from a meat oil jar when I was digging the foundation to build a house, so I thought he was lying to me."
The father and son looked at each other, and saw each other's faces turn pale. The father's head was banged, his legs went weak, and he sat on the ground. He was completely confused. Only then did he realize what this young man had told him.
He is an old man, so he is not lying to him, nor is he being trusted by the street vendor. The so-called "complicity" is also his wishful thinking.
At this moment, all the people present who saw the whole incident were stunned and silent as if struck by lightning. (To be continued)