On the other side of the workbench, a middle-aged man in a suit and tie stood tensely, glaring at Xiao Xingyu.
Zhang Moyan remembered that when the general manager of the auction company went to communicate with Xiao Xingyu just now, the first person he looked for was him. This person should be the current collector of this lotus washbasin.
A cold wind suddenly blew into the conference hall.
The general manager of the auction company rushed from the stage to Xiao Xingyu, his voice trembling, "Teacher Xiao, are you leaving now? This might cause unnecessary misunderstandings!"
"Oh, I still have something to do." Xiao Xingyu said lightly.
"What's the matter?" The collector's face turned pale. "You just looked at it and left. Do you know what kind of bad influence it will bring to this collection?"
Xiao Xingyu turned his head and looked at the collector across more than ten rows of seats.
The collector angrily pointed at Xiao Xingyu and said, "I can absolutely accuse you of intentionally influencing the auction process. You must bear the legal responsibility! I don't care where you are an expert consultant. I will not sit idly by and watch you damage the reputation of famous porcelain today. You can't just walk away!"
He pointed at the gate and said, "Where's the security? Where's the security?! Guard the door tightly. We can't let this troublemaker get out!"
Security was overwhelmed.
Xiao Xingyu stared at the collector for a moment, then gave a short laugh. "Sir, you're not going to force me to buy something worth over 200 million, are you? Buying antiques is all about taste, not the quality. I've just taken a look, but I didn't like it, so I won't be involved in the rest of the process. Is that okay?"
"You..." The collector was furious and was about to rush out. A middle-aged lady who looked like an expert stood up and finally persuaded him to sit down.
Many people at the workbench could no longer sit still, talking and pointing fingers at Xiao Xingyu.
The female expert turned and walked out of the group, approaching Xiao Xingyu. She said with a friendly expression, "Xingyu, long time no see. I'm glad to see you! Honestly, no one feels comfortable with you leaving like this. Could you please tell me more specifically what it was that you didn't like?"
It seems that this sweet-talking female expert has known Xiao Xingyu before.
Xiao Xingyu still gave face, paused slightly, as if he was thinking of a reason in his mind, and finally said: "That's it, it feels like that!"
The female expert stopped talking with an earnest look on her face.
This sincere perfunctory response made anyone feel that there was something else behind the words, but it was just not convenient to say it due to the situation.
The scene was filled with speculation. The wealthy man who had previously offered 250 million yuan became so nervous that he shouted, "Hey, hey, the price I just quoted can't be counted yet! Don't count it yet! Let's figure this out first!"
The female expert stood there awkwardly for a moment, then said earnestly, "Xingyu, with your status, every move you make will be magnified and interpreted. If you've noticed anything today, please speak up. There are many professionals here, and we can discuss it together. In the antique business, what's real is real, and what's fake is fake. The more you debate, the clearer the truth becomes!"
The female expert's words made perfect sense, and the auction company's general manager nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes! Teacher Xiao, you can't just leave like this!"
Many experts and professionals also echoed the request.
"He is Xiao Guotao's grandson?"
Amidst the buzzing sound, an expert who appeared from nowhere spoke in a hostile tone.
Xiao Xingyu heard it, turned his head and looked at the man: "What's the matter?"
The expert chuckled sarcastically, "Hasn't your family's mission for generations been to recreate the celadon-glazed porcelain of the Northern Song Dynasty official kilns? How did you end up switching careers and appraising antiques?"
As soon as the expert spoke, a nondescript buyer nearby pretended to know something and said, "So you're a craftsman of antique porcelain. How can you change your career and become an appraiser?"
"I heard that the Xiao family has been working on celadon porcelain for hundreds of years, and they still haven't figured it out! Don't you think they're wasting generations of time?"
"It's not just the Xiao family. There's also a Geng family in Hangzhou who are obsessed with researching celadon-glazed porcelain, but they just can't make it."
"I heard that these two families have been competing for hundreds of years, starting from the Song Dynasty, to see who can first produce the azure color. I don't know if it's true or not."
"That's true, but these two are fools! What else can they do with their energy?"
Xiao Xingyu's eyebrows twitched slightly, and his expression gradually became not so good.
At this time, an old expert came out and said to Xiao Xingyu with a look of sympathy, "We understand your family's preference for Tianqing glazed porcelain. You are doing this today simply to protect the record of Tianqing glazed porcelain sales. You are afraid that secret color porcelain will surpass Tianqing glazed porcelain's status among ancient porcelains."
"Is it such a sinister purpose?!" The collector almost jumped up at the words. "The value of antiques is determined by the market. How can you interfere in this way?! Your Xiao family is also a prestigious family in the industry. Who wouldn't admire you for producing celadon that rivals the quality of Song Dynasty porcelain? But I never expected your family tradition to be so unscrupulous in achieving your goals... Tell me, did Xiao Guotao ask you to come here today?!"
Xiao Xingyu's eyes wrinkled, and he stared at the collector with a sharp gaze, warning him, "Speak respectfully, will you?!"
Then, he glanced disdainfully at the self-righteous old expert and said in a lazy yet resonant voice, "The Northern Song Dynasty official kiln celadon porcelain is universally recognized as the pinnacle of human celadon manufacturing technology. Do I really need to vindicate it?"
The whole audience was silent and no one objected.
Zhang Moyan suddenly felt a pain in her arm. It was Jin Xueyang who grabbed her.
She was speechless.
I still remember the last time Jin Xueyang did this to me. It was back in college when they went to watch the school's most handsome basketball player, Yige, play basketball. Yige was shooting slam dunks and three-pointers that day, and Jin Xueyang pinched her arms until they were covered in bruises.
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