As soon as Chen San was sent away, Song Yi started talking about Chen San.
"Chen San is no longer the original Chen San. He has changed his name to Chen Zhen. On the surface, he is an antique dealer, but secretly he deals in both fake and unearthed goods. Don't trust him!"
Fang Zongtao also knew that a lot would change in ten years, and she would not stamp Chen San's approval just because of a few words from Song Yi. She had eyes and would see it with her own eyes.
"I see." She picked up the box and locked the two pieces of porcelain in the safe.
After Fang Zongtang closed the door, Song Yi sat for two more seconds and then went upstairs.
When he went back downstairs, he was carrying a large box in his hand.
"This thing is for you!" Song Yi walked up to Fang Zongtang, put the box on the ground, squatted at her feet, and opened the box.
She laughed and joked, "Is it mortgaged to the bank, or is it not mortgaged to the bank?"
Song Yi paused as he was unlocking the door, and said in a steady tone, "It's not mortgaged."
The box was filled with scraps of paper, and when she opened it, because it was so full, all the paper fell out, like a flood that covered her feet.
Just as she was about to kick the scraps of paper at Song Yi, he stood up and made way.
After one glance, she couldn't take her eyes away.
Inside the box were Yuan blue and white porcelain and a large jar depicting Guiguzi descending the mountain.
She immediately stood up in surprise: "I have never heard my great grandfather talk about such a big Yuan jar."
Unlike the ordinary Yuan blue and white hand-held large jar, this one is two sizes larger, so it is not excessive for raising fish.
"This was the first auction of Forbes Auction House in Hong Kong. I bought it from a foreign businessman for two million Hong Kong dollars."
She heard the price and smacked her lips.
She carefully picked up the jar and examined it. It was a rare fine product from the official kiln. Judging from its size, there must be very few left in the world. As far as she knew, there was only one of this size.
There was a foreign language introduction at the bottom of the box, and Song Yi translated it for her.
"According to the foreigner's description, this is something that his family has kept since the Age of Exploration. His ancestors once served as maritime trade officers in the royal family during that era and collected a lot of Yuan blue and white porcelain. I asked him privately, and he said that many things were sold by his ancestors, and this jar is the last one!"
She glanced at the information and an idea suddenly popped into her mind.
"Little Pomegranate, do we need to know foreign languages to go to the auction house?"
Song Yi thought for a moment and said, "You don't have to know foreign languages. You can hire a translator."
She put the jar back into the box and said, "What if the translator colluded with the buyer and tried to fool me?"
Song Yi smiled and said, "I have encountered such a thing before. An older generation of Hong Kong businessman who did not understand foreign languages hired an interpreter to discuss business with foreigners. As a result, the interpreter fooled both sides and increased the local businessman's quotation by 20%. He then told the foreigner the original price. After he convinced the foreigner, he put the 20% into his own pocket."
Just hearing about this matter made her very angry.
She wanted to go to the auction house to take a look, but she didn't trust the translator, and she couldn't always let Song Yi follow her.
"Little Pomegranate, do you know where I can learn foreign languages?"
Song Yi looked at her seriously: "Didn't your great grandfather forbid you to learn?"
She said angrily: "I learned foreign languages not for any other reason but to take back what has been leaked out. If my great grandfather knew about this, he would applaud me in his coffin."
Song Yi smiled and said, "How come I remember that you just took a look at my foreign language book and then you were chased by your great grandfather and jumped onto the roof."