Chapter 53 Real and Fake Painted Pottery

Su Youling realized what was happening and quickly hung up. She couldn't help but smile bitterly. Even if she didn't want to admit it, she had indeed memorized everything about Li Tingxi over the past three years.

Even if I delete his number, I can't erase everything about him from my heart so quickly.

"I found it!" Wei Ning suddenly ran over excitedly.

Su Youling quickly turned off her phone and exclaimed in surprise, "You found Dr. J's hideout?"

“No, not really. If such an internationally renowned medical expert really wanted to stay out of the public eye, I wouldn’t have the ability to find out where he lives.” Wei Ning sighed as he looked at Su Youling’s worried face. “However, I found a clue—DrJ has an antique tea set that he always carries with him. I heard it was his late wife’s most cherished possession, but it was accidentally broken recently. He agreed to come to China for this exchange because he wants to go back to China and find a master craftsman who can repair antiques.”

“The antique street in B City,” Su Youling said with delight. “It’s home to the largest antique market in the country, and there are many hidden masters there. DrJ will definitely go there to find someone.”

Having a clue is better than being completely clueless. The two of them had lunch with Su Hong and then headed straight to the antique market to wander around aimlessly.

Wei Ning watched as Su Youling stopped at every place she went to comment on the ceramic ware, her eyes shining brightly, and her whole being came alive.

He suddenly remembered, "Didn't you used to be a potter?"

Su Youling once gave him a set of blue and white porcelain bowls as payment for gathering information. He was an ordinary person who didn't know how to appreciate antiques, but the patterns, colors, and workmanship were exquisite, so he happily accepted them.

Until one day, a friend who loved collecting antiques came to visit. Without thinking, he served him a blue and white porcelain bowl. The friend excitedly said that this set of porcelain was a special blue and white porcelain made exclusively for the royal family during the Southern Song Dynasty. It was only recorded in historical records and no physical objects had ever been passed down.

The set of blue and white porcelain bowls that Su Youling gave him was so exquisite that it was as if it had stepped out of a historical painting, and its value on the market would be immeasurable.

From then on, Wei Ning displayed that set of porcelain at home to show off. Later, he found out that Su Youling had made it herself.

She's an absolute ceramics genius!

Unfortunately, Su Youling stopped doing it after she got married.

"I will continue to do it in the future." Su Youling's skills were actually learned from an old master in the village. The old master's origins were unknown, and he only sought his home. He also had a strange temper, so few people in the village were willing to associate with him.

Su Hong's reputation was also widely criticized in the village. As a result, the two families, who were ostracized by everyone, avoided each other.

After Su Youling could run and jump, she often sneaked to the neighbor's yard to watch the master craftsman make pottery, and later became even more interested in making it herself.

At first, the master craftsman found her annoying, but later he discovered her extraordinary talent and generously passed on all his skills to her. Then one day, he suddenly disappeared.

Not a single word was left behind.

Su Youling's gaze lingered among the various pottery shops and antique shops, thinking that after having a child, she would also open a shop to make pottery herself, picking up her old dream to make a living for her family of three in the future.

Just then, a commotion broke out in front of an old shop on the street corner.

"Don't take advantage of me because I'm a foreigner and don't understand your ways. This isn't a teapot I sent at all. Even if it's a good imitation, the details are still different."

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A young man with brown hair and brown eyes stood in front of the antique shop, holding a somewhat old-looking teapot in his hand. He angrily questioned the owner, "This teapot is a keepsake left by my mother. My father used it all the time. Even though yours looks old, the feel of it is different."

The owner was an elderly man in his sixties, with half-white hair, a slightly hunched back, and seemingly weak legs, as he was in a wheelchair. However, his voice was very loud and clear: "What do you know, you half-baked charlatan? This set is a painted pottery tea set passed down from the Qianlong period. There is only one set in the world. Where am I supposed to find such a genuine imitation for you in just two days?"

The young man was both anxious and angry. He wanted to explain, but unfortunately, he wasn't an expert in internal strength and didn't know how to refute it. He could only argue dryly, "I may not understand, but when I take this teapot back to my father, he will recognize that it is a fake. He would never be wrong."

"Your teapot, lid and spout, are badly damaged. Aside from the late ceramic master 'Mr. Ai,' only I, this old man, know this unique repair method to restore your painted pottery teapot to its original condition. I spent a great deal of effort to restore it; don't be ungrateful." The shopkeeper's eyes widened, his demeanor unyielding. "Everyone on this street knows my skill and reputation. Are you trying to renege on your debt or extort money?"

People from the whole street came to watch the spectacle. Everyone trusted the owner's skills and reputation, and they all stood up to speak up: "That's right, Old Hong's skills are passed down for hundreds of years. Even some national-level masters' family skills can't compare to his. How could he make counterfeit goods to fool customers?"

"This foreign devil is definitely here on purpose to cause trouble. Back in the day, so many of the antiques left by our ancestors were stolen and robbed by these foreigners and taken overseas. We don't know where this set of painted pottery came from."

“Old Hong, you shouldn’t have repaired the painted pottery for him. It’s a treasure left by our ancestors. Do they even deserve to appreciate it?”

The young man, clutching the teapot, blushed and said, "This painted ceramic piece was left to me by my mother. My mother was Chinese, and you are not allowed to insult our ancestors like this!"

Old Hong's eyes gleamed with shrewdness as he looked at the young man with disdain. "If you keep arguing, I'll call the police. I don't know how old your father is; his eyesight is failing, so it's normal for him to mistake our country's antiques. This painted pottery is unique in the world; no one can imitate it. I've repaired it. If you don't want it, then sell it to me."

Everyone around him agreed with Lao Hong's magnanimity and patriotism, and sarcastically told the young man to leave his things and leave, so as not to embarrass himself here.

Some people even grabbed and pulled, eager to drive the young people out.

"You...you've gone too far." The young man was only in his early twenties, full of youthful vigor. Surrounded like this, he clenched his fists, ready to fight back.

Before he could even throw his fist, it was stopped by a pair of slender hands.

Su Youling walked into the crowd, subtly separating the young people from the group, and calmly looked at the handsome mixed-race young man. "If you resort to violence, it's considered provoking trouble and disrupting public order. Even if you're in the right, you're no longer in the right."

“You…” Lance opened his large, light brown eyes wide, looking at the young girl in front of him with amazement.

She was slender and graceful, with soft black hair cascading over her shoulders. Although her small face was covered with white gauze, it couldn't hide how beautiful and delicate her features were.

Especially those clear and spirited eyes, looking at them can gradually calm people down, as if they can captivate one's soul.