"You mean I was cheated?" Wang Wenlong's face turned from pale to blue in an instant, and he waved his arms excitedly. "Absolutely impossible! You're talking nonsense! Britain is a society ruled by law, and I bought this item at a legitimate auction! How could they so blatantly pass it off as the real thing? You're either too young to know your place, or you're trying to lower the price! Playing such a trick on me is like a flood washing away the Dragon King Temple. Don't you even know what I do?"
"Uncle, uncle, don't get excited!" Xiao Wa took a quick step and used his strong body to block Wang Wenlong who was about to hit and kill him. "Don't get excited, let Brother Yu explain clearly, okay!"
The scene was a bit chaotic for a moment. Zhang Moyan frowned slightly and spoke like a beautiful robot, "I once interviewed a director of the Xi'an Cultural Relics Research Institute. He told me personally that in the 1970s, foreign organizations came to my country specifically to buy up high-quality imitations from ordinary people. They then held various exhibitions and catalogs around the world. Decades later, these items became published and recorded antiques that circulated in an orderly manner."
Zhang Moyan said this ruthlessly and calmly, giving people a very credible feeling, which undoubtedly stabbed Wang Wenlong in the heart.
Wang Wenlong was so angry that he almost lost his temper. Wang Zhongguo was at a loss and had no choice but to persuade him: "Don't worry, don't worry, let's talk it out. If they say it's fake, let them present the facts and the evidence!"
"80% of people in this world are led into the abyss by their own desires, and 20% of people take advantage of the desires of others to gain benefits. Captain Wang, you are in such a job position, so you should understand this kind of human nature better than ordinary people, right?" Xiao Xingyu's calmness was in sharp contrast to Wang Wenlong.
Although Xiao Xingyu looks young, once it comes to professional fields, the speaking style of a superior has already become invisible.
Wang Wenlong's breath hitched, and it took him a long time to catch his breath. "Why do you think this Floating Cloud Flowing Water Jar is fake? What evidence do you have? Do you think an organization as big as me will believe a few words you said?"
Xiao Xingyu expressed deep sympathy to Wang Wenlong. "I completely understand how you feel, but it's an indisputable fact that this porcelain jar was made by modern hands. First, you can ask the Linyi Public Security Bureau about the cultural relic smuggling case they cracked back then. I'm sure they'll be open and honest about such a glorious matter. There's no need to hide it. Second, I can tell you what's wrong with this jar."
"Okay, tell me!" Wang Wenlong pushed Xiaowa away, panting, clutching the English "book" and plopped down. "If you don't tell me the truth, I'll never let you go!"
Xiao Xingyu smiled nonchalantly and picked up the porcelain jar again. "If this thing is real, then it should be an object made by the twisted encaustic clay craft of the Cizhou Kiln in the Song Dynasty. The glaze has a transparent jade texture, and the glaze appears dotted under a magnifying glass. The glaze of your jar is stiff and has no jade texture. Under a magnifying glass, the dots can only be seen at the mouth and edge of the jar. Most imitations are like this. As for this peculiar floating cloud and flowing water pattern, in fact, people who know the art have already figured out how to make it. It's not drawn with a pen, but by dripping encaustic clay containing cobalt oxide on it and then blowing it out with the mouth, which gives it this feeling of floating clouds and flowing water. If you like it, I will arrange for my students to make one for each of you next time."
Snap!
The book in Wang Wenlong's hand fell to the ground. He sat motionless in the leather chair with his eyes wide open.
"Brother Long, are you okay?" Wang Zhongguo pushed Wang Wenlong cautiously.
Wang Wenlong came to his senses, trembling, and touched the pack of Zhonghua cigarettes on the table, taking out a cigarette from it. Xiaowa next to him quickly took out a lighter and lit the cigarette for him.
"I want to return the goods to them!" Wang Wenlong took a puff of cigarette, his voice very unsteady. "Can I return the goods to them?"
Xiao Xingyu nodded: "Theoretically, it is possible, but you must first find an appraisal agency that is recognized by both parties to re-appraise it. Since it is an appraisal agency that the other party also recognizes, this... I don't think you will get the result you want."
Wang Wenlong was startled, his eyes suddenly lighting up. "Doesn't this mean it's real? No matter what, the appraisal agency will still verify that it's authentic, right? Haha, what on earth do I have to worry about?"
Wang Wenlong suddenly understood and felt relieved. Zhang Moyan couldn't help but sneer: "But the problem is that you can't sell it."
Wang Wenlong's smile froze and the air suddenly turned cold.
"Yes, uncle," Xiao Wa said stupidly, "Aren't you going to sell this jar now? It won't be easy to find a buyer who only believes in this foreign devil like you do, right?"
"Shut up!" Wang Zhongguo immediately scolded his beloved son.
"Why?" Xiao Wa said unconvincedly, "I'm telling the truth. Anyone who can spend three million on an antique would definitely bring their own experts to appraise it! Even if it's sold, if the appraisal turns out to be fake, our country has the Consumer Protection Law, and uncle can't escape. Not only will he have to return the full amount, he might even have to pay compensation!"
"I told you to shut up, but you didn't!" Wang Zhongguo punched Xiaowa. "You know so much!"
Wang Wenlong's face was already very ugly. He smoked the cigarette in his hand silently for a long time without saying anything. The cigarette was almost burned to the end. He seemed to have a sudden idea and pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray.
"Nephew, why don't we make a deal?" Wang Wenlong leaned his elbows on the table, a cunning look in his eyes. "You buy this porcelain jar from me, and I'll help you get that plum vase back from my aunt. I won't sell it to you for 3 million, but you can take it at the original price of 1.54 million."
Xiao Xingyu didn't say anything, but leaned back in his chair and smiled at Wang Wenlong.
Zhang Moyan was completely bewildered: "What are you talking about? Xing Yu has recognized that this is a fake jar, and you actually want to sell it to us?"
"That's right." Wang Wenlong nodded confidently. "My wife is divorcing me because of this jar, so getting the money back is very important to me. Not only do I have to find a buyer now, but I also can't let my wife know that I bought a fake. I won't let you suffer any loss. I will take care of everything with my aunt, and I will definitely get the plum vase for you."
Zhang Moyan shook his head speechlessly and reiterated: "We don't want the plum vase anymore, so you don't have to target us."
Wang Wenlong also shook his head. "Are you really willing to give up this plum vase? It contains the secret of celadon porcelain. Isn't this what your Xiao and Chen families have been pursuing for dozens of generations?"
"Does grandma's plum vase really have the secret of celadon glaze?" Xiao Wa and his father looked at each other, then cried to Xiao Xingyu with deep regret, "Oh my God, I... I'm so sorry for your brother Yu..."
Xiao Xingyu patted Xiao Wa's arm with a condescending air, then calmly asked Wang Wenlong, "Captain Wang, how are you sure the plum vase contains the secret of the azure-glazed porcelain? Has anyone told you?"
"Who else needs to tell me this?" Wang Wenlong said confidently, "If there wasn't the secret of celadon porcelain, why would Chen Yun go to such great lengths to get this plum vase?"
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