Qin Hexuan looked at the shopkeeper, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.
Can we really be so sure based on a few fabricated sentences in unofficial history?
But the shopkeeper suddenly changed the subject and said, "Of course, this is just an explanation.
"Anyway, this plate is indeed from the previous dynasty, and there is indeed no signature on the bottom of the plate.
"As long as we insist that it is a piece of porcelain from that batch, can others still prove that we are fake?
"The previous dynasty was destroyed many years ago, and there is no evidence to prove it."
Perhaps because he was thinking about how big a sensation this news would cause, and how he might become famous overnight, the shopkeeper was very excited.
Even in front of Qin Hexuan, she couldn't hold back her words.
Qin Hexuan's first reaction was to cover Qingtian's ears with his hands.
This child remembers everything he hears, so don't let him learn bad habits.
Fortunately, Qingtian didn’t quite understand what the shopkeeper said.
On the other hand, Ye Xianglei next to him looked as if he had learned something.
The shopkeeper held the plate and couldn't let it go.
In just a short while, he had already thought of a series of operations including how to release the news, how to build momentum, how to whet everyone's appetite, and finally how to make the dish debut. He couldn't wait to start preparing.
"Young Master, don't worry. Leave this plate to me. I promise to sell it to you at a good price!" The shopkeeper said, then immediately looked at Ye Xianglei and Qingtian and said, "But you must not tell anyone about this, otherwise it won't work!"
Ye Xianglei quickly assured that he would keep his mouth shut.
Qingtian also nodded in confusion.
"Okay, I'll hand the plate over to you. I don't care how you operate it, but you must do it cleanly and neatly, so as not to make a mess and cause trouble later."
"Young Master, you can rest assured. I have been working in this industry for over 30 years.
"Besides, this thing of ours is real, not fake.
“When selling antiques, you always have to tell a story!”
"It's okay as long as you know it." After Qin Hexuan said that, he took Qingtian to visit the store.
However, Ye Xianglei was still standing by the counter, watching the shopkeeper carefully wiping the plates with a piece of silk.
He looked at it for a long time and finally couldn't help asking, "Isn't this dish already clean? Why do you keep wiping it?"
The shopkeeper got angry when he heard this and said, "Can you just wash this thing with some water? That's ridiculous!"
Ye Xianglei said, "The plates are covered in mud and sand. How can we wash them without water?"
"It's covered in mud and sand, so you can't just wash it!" Showcase's beard was about to blow, "The mud and sand will damage the glaze of the plate and cause a lot of tiny scratches.
“You may not be able to see these marks with the naked eye, but they will destroy the luster and appearance of the plate.
"Luckily, the plate was in good condition and didn't cause any serious consequences, otherwise the price would have been greatly discounted.
"If you wipe it more like I do, it will make the plate brighter and more beautiful."
Perhaps because Ye Xianglei came with Qin Hexuan, the shopkeeper was very kind and answered every question. The old man and the young boy started chatting at the counter.
Seeing that Ye Xianglei looked confused and didn't quite understand his last words, the shopkeeper put down the silk and held up the plate to the light for him to see.
"See if there's any difference from before?"
Ye Xianglei had seen this plate several times since Qingtian brought it out of the abandoned kiln.
Because he was interested in antiques, after Mrs. Ye washed the dishes, he turned them over and over and looked at them carefully, so he was very familiar with them.
But the shopkeeper just stood there and wiped it for a while, and the plate suddenly seemed to be reborn.
Ye Xianglei didn't know how to describe it.
The original plate was actually very beautiful.
But at that time, it was limited to beautiful patterns.
Now the colors of the entire plate seemed to come alive all of a sudden, and the patterns became ethereal and lively.
Ye Xianglei only regretted that he had not studied hard before, and he didn't know what words to use to describe it.
Seeing his eyes light up, the shopkeeper smiled, withdrew his hand, and continued to wipe the plate carefully.
"See the difference?"
"Yeah!" Ye Xianglei nodded repeatedly, "The colors are brighter, and the patterns don't seem as stiff as before."
He has limited knowledge and this is the only description he could come up with after scratching his head.
The shopkeeper didn't care about it. Instead, he felt that although his words were rough, they actually hit the nail on the head.
"You kid are quite understanding." The shopkeeper finally showed some interest in Ye Xianglei. His hands kept moving, but his eyes finally moved away from the plate and looked Ye Xianglei up and down.
"Are you the young master's servant? Why haven't I seen you before? How old are you this year? Can you read?"
These questions are similar to what the owner of Linglong Pavilion asked before.
Before Ye Xianglei could think of how to answer, Qin Hexuan brought Qingtian back and said, "This is Lao Gao's new apprentice. Don't worry about him."
The shopkeeper curled his lips upon hearing this and said, "I was just asking casually. Young Master, aren't you a little biased? When there's a promising seedling, you only think of Old Gao and not the younger one."
"He chose Linglong Pavilion himself. What does it have to do with me?"
Qingtian had no interest in the things in the antique shop, so Qin Hexuan didn't stay here for too long.
But at this time, it was getting dark outside.
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