“Little brother, are you interested in this bottle of mine? Let me tell you, this bottle was passed down from my ancestors. When I was young, my grandfather told me that this bottle had been kept in the family since my great-grandfather’s generation. I’m over 40 years old now, so you can imagine how old this bottle is.” The stall owner obviously noticed the constipated expression on Yang Jing’s face, and he quickly came over and explained with a smile the origin of the Guan’er bottle.
Yang Jing rolled his eyes, showed the bottom of the bottle to the stall owner and said, "Boss, I really don't like this bottle, and I have never seen porcelain from the Qing Dynasty with modern simplified Chinese characters as inscriptions. Sorry, this bottle..."
As Yang Jing spoke, he gently placed the Guan'er bottle back on the wooden box, shook his head and walked towards another stall.
"Hey... little brother, slow down. I can give you a discount on this bottle. How about 20,000 yuan?"
Hearing the price, Yang Jing almost turned around and gave the stall owner a middle finger. This bottle is not even worth two hundred, and you have the nerve to ask me for twenty thousand, why don't you go rob a bank?
Yang Jing ignored the stall owner and walked inside along the stalls.
This is indeed the antique market in Lion City, and it just happened to be open today. Yang Jing took out his mobile phone while walking and checked the antique market online. It turned out that this antique market is very famous in the city of Lion City.
The date of the formation of this antique market is unknown, but its location is definitely in the prime location of Lion City, about 50 meters south of the exit of Lion City Railway Station. If Yang Jing had followed the car going to work all the way to the Chinese Medicine Hospital next to Lion City Railway Station today, he would not have discovered this antique market.
However, after Yang Jing visited the antique market in the fog, he felt a little disappointed.
Although this market is not small, it is not that big either. The most important thing is that this market is obviously lacking in management, and it is similar to the outside of the Grand Canal Antique City that I visited a few days ago.
There are no shops in the whole market, only street stalls. But even these street stalls are arranged in a mess. Some places look like roads, but when you walk up to them, you find that several street stalls have blocked the road.
The most important thing is that there are no good items in the entire market. After Yang Jing spent more than two hours walking around, he didn't find anything worth buying.
This made Yang Jing very disappointed with the antique market.
However, while walking around, Yang Jing's mind kept thinking of the damn five bats holding the longevity-enhancing bottle. No matter how hard he tried not to think about that ridiculous bottle, the memory of the bottle kept flashing in his mind stubbornly.
In fact, at this point, Yang Jing himself was a little doubtful. Why did the image of the bottle keep appearing in his mind?
Actually, to be honest, if it weren't for the weird inscription on the bottom of the bottle and the slightly yellowed glaze, the bottle would be considered a very old item in all other aspects.
Especially the blue and white patterns on the bottle, which are ingenious, lively, exquisite and gorgeous, which are typical characteristics of Qing Dynasty Qianlong official kiln porcelain.
In addition, the overall shape of this bottle gives people a very comfortable feeling. It is grand yet agile, simple yet noble. Just based on the overall shape of this bottle and those blue and white patterns, anyone who sees it will say "good!"
But that damn inscription on the bottom of the bottle is like a dead fly that fell into a bowl of tomato and egg soup, which makes people depressed and crazy.
Perhaps he was thinking about something, after walking around, Yang Jing unknowingly returned to the middle-aged man's stall.
When the stall owner saw Yang Jing coming back, he immediately greeted him with a smile and gave Yang Jing a string of nice words without any cost.
Yang Jing waved his hand slightly to interrupt the stall owner's compliments, picked up the five-bat-holding-Shouguan-ear bottle again, turned the bottle over, and stared at the ridiculous inscription.
The stall owner whispered, "Little brother, if you really like this bottle, I can give you a discount. You can take it away for 18,000 yuan."
Yang Jing ignored the boss and quietly activated the holy ring.
This bottle gave Yang Jing a very strange feeling. No matter from which angle you looked at it, it looked like a piece of merchandise that had been opened wide, except for the inscription on the bottom of the bottle, which ruined everything.
If this bottle is not an official kiln porcelain from the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty, then the one who could have made the bottle to this level must have been a high-quality imitation made by a counterfeiter with extremely high attainments in porcelain. But how could a master who could make such an excellent high-quality imitation make such an obvious mistake in the inscription on the bottom of the bottle?
This is obviously not right! This conflict is too obvious and too wrong.
But no one could explain this conflict, not even Yang Jing.
So Yang Jing decided to use the holy ring.
“Qing Qianlong Blue and White Five-bat Holding Shouguan Ear Vase, 1776, Jingdezhen Imperial Kiln Factory.”
"Qing Qianlong Blue and White Five-bat Holding Shouguan Ear Vase, Forgery, 1970, Wu Tianming."
This answer finally made Yang Jing’s brows relax.
"No wonder I always felt that there was something wrong with this bottle, turns out this is the root of the problem!" Yang Jing thought to himself.
Obviously, this bottle is a genuine large-door bottle, and it is Qianlong blue and white porcelain, but it was forged by a man named Wu Tianming in 1970.
Thinking about the era in 1970, Yang Jing felt relieved.
This Wu Tianming was most likely an old collector, but in that turbulent era, not to mention collectors, even leaders could be defeated by you. As for the antiques that were destroyed during the turbulent era, there were countless of them.
Obviously, in order to protect the bottle, Wu Tianming resorted to counterfeiting and changed the inscription on the bottle, resulting in the bottle becoming what it is now.
If my guess is correct, then everything will make sense.
But since this old thing with a wide open door is right in front of me, wouldn’t it be too unreasonable to let it go?
Thinking of this, Yang Jing raised his head and said to the stall owner: "Boss, you don't need to explain. I guess you know the origin of this bottle. Let's not talk about anything else. Just look at this simplified Chinese character. Even if you have a mouth all over your body, you can't explain it! Let me put it this way. I just like this bottle. I took it home and put it in the living room as a decoration. Boss, please give me a fair price! If it's too high, I don't have the patience to bargain with you in this cold weather!"
PS: I would like to thank “冰冷八度” for the reward of 500 and “套路太深了” for the reward of 100.
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