At the Fuxing Art Center in Shenhai City, an auction of ancient porcelain that has attracted much attention from the collecting community is underway.

Zhang Moyan, who was holding the tripod and pressing the shutter button at the scene, had no idea that two hours later, she would write the first hot search in her journalistic career about crashing the network server.

Boom!

Another hammer fell in the grand conference hall.

"Congratulations to lot 8023! You won a Southern Song Dynasty official kiln lipped melon-shaped vase for 4.78 million!"

The auctioneer's high-pitched voice was deafening, and the game of throwing huge sums of money was thrilling. Experts and scholars from home and abroad, as well as buyers with diverse backgrounds, gathered in the room, and the applause was resounding.

Zhang Moyan hissed, lowered her head and wrote something down in the notebook. For the nth time, she lamented that rich people were really crazy. The gap between the rich and the poor was devastating. The money she could earn for most of her life was just the change in other people's pockets.

Suddenly, the cameraman next to her, her male best friend, Jin Xueyang, patted her twice and motioned her to look at the camera screen.

The camera was facing them at a 45-degree angle, and on the screen was a handsome man in a suit with his arms crossed.

Jin Xueyang sighed, "It's so rare to get the chance to take a lot of photos of this handsome man! Look at him, his hair is straight and straight. Mr. Liu's looks are the top 1 most handsome face in Asia in my heart. No one can replace him for at least the next three years. It's just a pity that this handsome man got married so young!"

Although Jin Xueyang is a man, but... Zhang Moyan pushed his camera straight: "Be careful, your idol will fire you."

Jin Xueyang straightened up and pounded his aching waist twice, wondering, "Boss Liu always only makes a big splash at major news events, but he's here in person today and even managed to convince the organizers to give us exclusive coverage... Could it be that the secret-color porcelain piece today will really break the current auction record for ancient porcelain?"

Zhang Moyan looked at a brochure at hand. On the beautifully bound cover was printed a gracefully shaped lotus brush washer. The glaze was like lake water, soft green, like ice and jade.

She nodded. "It's possible. After all, secret color porcelain is the pinnacle of Tang Dynasty celadon. Before the excavation of the underground palace of Famen Temple in 1987, this kind of porcelain only existed in scattered poems and songs of the ancients. No one had ever seen it, and there was no documentation to confirm its existence. Even the ceramics and archaeology circles once believed that the so-called 'secret color porcelain' was nothing more than a myth."

Jin Xueyang picked up the brochure and tapped it. "This Lotus Wash has a rather troubled history. It was looted by the British during the Eight-Nation Alliance in the late Qing Dynasty. Lacking identification, it was ignored for over half a century. It wasn't until the 1970s that a private collector recognized its value and brought it back to China."

The history of the early 20th century was a common spiritual trauma for the Chinese people. Zhang Moyan looked at the green spot in the glass cabinet on the sandalwood table from afar, and a feeling of pity arose in her heart.

Jin Xueyang flipped through the brochure. "I heard that this collector felt the Lotus Washbasin was special the moment he saw it. He took it through numerous appraisals, but they only determined it was from the mid-Tang Dynasty, and the kiln was never determined. It wasn't until the Famen Temple secret color porcelain was unearthed that he suspected it might be a secret color porcelain. He then contacted relevant institutions for comparison and confirmed its identity."

"So it's true that it's easy to find a good horse, but hard to find a good horse trainer!" Zhang Moyan sighed, then opened his phone and edited the half-written news release.

Jin Xueyang looked at the stage and said, "The current record of 247 million yuan for high-quality ancient porcelain was set by a Northern Song Dynasty Ru kiln celadon washbasin at Sotheby's. Celadon porcelain is famous for its color, which resembles the blue sky after rain. Plus, there are only a hundred pieces in existence, so it can be so expensive. This secret color porcelain..." He tapped his chin with his fingertips, "Can it also be worth that much?"

Zhang Moyan typed away, replying disjointedly, "Today's starting bid for this Lotus Flower piece is 160 million yuan, so it's very promising. And you see, some buyers haven't bid yet, probably just for it. Anyway, I've already written a quick report on whether it will break the record or not, so we'll just report the results truthfully when the time comes."

"Thoughtful," Jin Xueyang gave Zhang Moyan a thumbs-up, then looked around and shook his head. "But people these days only like to read about handsome men and beautiful women or bizarre news. Even if this secret-color porcelain fetches a sky-high price, it certainly won't generate as much attention as yesterday's news about a 'college boys' dormitory opening an eyebrow-trimming business.'"

While Jin Xueyang was speaking, he turned the camera towards Mr. Liu: "Mo Yan, I have a question for you!"

"Um?"

"If a man like Mr. Liu were single, would he attract you to take the initiative? Look, he has a good family background, strong abilities, and good looks, and you, who is both civil and military, 1.68 meters tall, with long hair down to his waist, fair skin, and a beautiful face..."

Zhang Moyan glanced at him.

Jin Xueyang immediately stopped talking and changed his tone: "Oh, how could you, Zhang Moyan, chase after a man? Even if I could, you wouldn't! Okay, okay, stop glaring. I know you only have the man your parents found for you in your heart—the great people's policeman Liming. You, Zhang Moyan, are loyal to him and have no second thoughts!"

Jin Xueyang was joking, but Zhang Moyan's expression froze for a moment.

Jin Xueyang didn't notice anything strange and continued to laugh at her: "You usually seem quite indifferent to others, but I didn't expect you to be so serious."

indifferent?

This is exactly the reason why Leon Lai broke up with his girlfriend!

Zhang Moyan turned around and couldn't help asking Jin Xueyang: "Do you think I'm cold?"

"Of course," Jin Xueyang answered bluntly, fiddling with the camera without looking up. "I've never seen you two get along like this. How often do you and Li Ming Banyue meet? Honestly, I've run into the neighborhood auntie more often than you two."

Zhang Moyan was dissatisfied. She asked, "Isn't it because Liming is busy with work that she rarely goes out with him? How can her doing nothing affect the police's work?"

Seeing Jin Xueyang tinkering with the machine seriously, these words went around in her stomach, and she lowered her head and slid her phone to the WeChat interface.

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