Chen Guanfu met Zhang Moyan's distinct black and white eyes and said without a trace of sarcasm, "Yes, how did you know about this?"
Zhang Moyan felt as if a basin of cold water was poured over her head, chilling her from body to heart. The slightest hope that "maybe the truth is not like this" was extinguished.
She looked at Chen Guanfu in disbelief. How could he be so frank and gentle? He was as calm as if he had just dusted off the table. He didn't even focus on what he had done. Instead, he was more concerned about where she got the information from.
No guilt, no regrets.
"What are you thinking?" Zhang Moyan couldn't believe it.
Chen Guanfu took a sip of tea and pondered for a moment: "Where should I start? Let me first tell you about our Tongchuan Chen family."
Zhang Moyan looked at Chen Guanfu with a cold face.
"From the Northern Song Dynasty to today, our Chen family has a long history!" Chen Guanfu recalled with emotion, recounting, "During the reign of Emperor Zhezong of Song, the imperial court ordered the construction of celadon kilns in Ruzhou to produce imperial supplies, citing the thorny nature of Dingzhou's white porcelain. Since then, the Ru kilns have gathered skilled craftsmen from all over the world, cherishing raw materials to create the celadon porcelain that represents the pinnacle of Chinese aesthetics, 'blue as the sky, smooth as jade, and rare as the morning stars.' Our ancestors were among those responsible for the imperial kilns. When our family was working with celadon porcelain, the Geng family was still burning wood in the kilns! It can be said that most of the celadon porcelain that entered the palace came through the hands of our ancestors. In terms of status, we are far superior to the Xiao family who made bowls!"
This was the first time Zhang Moyan heard about her family background. Such a strong family background was beyond her expectation and she was speechless in shock.
"What a pity," Chen Guanfu sighed. "During the reign of Emperor Huizong, the Jin cavalry conquered Bianjing, destroying the imperial kilns, dispersing the artisans, and losing the craft. It was at that time that our Chen family fled to Tongchuan, home to the Yaozhou Kiln, which also produces celadon. And celadon porcelain disappeared from the world. Dozens of generations of artisans tried to imitate it, but all failed. Gradually, people accepted the fact that celadon porcelain could not be reproduced and gave up. Today, only our Tongchuan Chen family, the Ruzhou Xiao family, and the Hangzhou Geng family are still trying to explore it."
When Chen Guanfu said this, Fujiwara Nanako's face showed a proud expression, but Zhang Moyan was surprised and her face changed, and even her breathing became short.
In the world, the only families who have been studying celadon porcelain since ancient times are the Chen family of Tongchuan, the Xiao family of Ruzhou, and the Geng family of Hangzhou. So it is such a rare coincidence that she and Xiao Xingyu can meet each other among China's 1.4 billion people!
It's so rare that it's terrifying.
"If I'm not mistaken," Zhang Moyan said bluntly, having done her homework on the Xiao family during her interview with Xiao Xingyu, "the reason you approached the Xiao family is because Senior Xiao Guotao created the world-famous celadon porcelain in the 1980s, right?"
Zhang Moyan's eyes were stern, but facing his questioning, Chen Guanfu remained calm: "Yes, just as you said."
He admitted it again.
This kind of admission makes me want to explode!
"Why?" Anger flashed across Zhang Moyan's brow.
Chen Guanfu said: "The blue sky is the color of dreams, who wouldn't want to catch it?"
"Then why don't you just do your research quietly?" Zhang Moyan was almost unable to suppress her anger. "Can't you just be like Senior Xiao Guotao and work honestly and openly, one furnace at a time? Why do you have to hide your identity and infiltrate someone else's?"
"Your mother didn't hide her identity, they just didn't have the wisdom to recognize her!"
Zhang Moyan was truly stunned. Even at this moment, Chen Guanfu was still displaying his superior intelligence. She retorted, "Is this important? The point is, what was your purpose in having Mom infiltrate the Xiao family? Your goal was to get Mom the formula and craftsmanship for the celadon porcelain, right?!"
Chen Guanfu frowned, clearly disgusted by Zhang Moyan's attitude: "Yes, you are absolutely right."
"And you think it's all correct? Do you know that what you're doing is plagiarism?"
Zhang Moyan slammed the table and stood up. She had never been so angry in her life. Firstly, she was angry about what Chen Guanfu and Chen Yun had done, and secondly, she was angry about Chen Guanfu's current attitude of being completely unaware of his faults.
The words fell into the quiet space, weighing a thousand pounds.
"Xiao Qi, please calm down. Sit down first if you have something to say!" Fujiwara Nanako hurried to Zhang Moyan's side, shook her arm pitifully, pulled her to sit down again, and said gently, "You don't know the situation. The master also has his own difficulties. He had no choice but to do this!"
Zhang Moyan was so angry that her face turned pale. She couldn't think of any reason to use such despicable means.
Chen Guanfu said slowly, "Senior Xiao Guotao, Senior Xiao Guotao, it seems that Xiao Guotao told you about your mother's work for the Xiao family. What? Did he say a lot of bad things about us?"
"You're wrong," Zhang Moyan's anger, which had just been suppressed, began to flare up again. "Mr. Xiao never said anything bad about you to me. He showed me my father's last letter, which is also his suicide note. I learned about you from it. My father also mentioned that your plan wasn't limited to the Xiao family. You were also looking for the Wang family, and that my mother had visited the Geng family in Hangzhou... Is that true? That Geng Zhiwei who went crazy at the appraisal center last time was the victim of my mother's deception of the ancient glaze, right?"
"No!" Chen Guanfu slammed the table, a sound neither light nor heavy, and both Zhang Moyan and Fujiwara Nanako shuddered. Even if Zhang Moyan broke the tabletop, it wouldn't have had the same deterrent effect.
"Your mother never took their porcelain clay. That idiot couldn't check the things and was afraid of taking responsibility, so he put the blame on your mother!" Chen Guanfu denied sternly.
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