This question expressed what most people were thinking at the moment. The uproar stopped in an instant, and people held their breath and waited for Xiao Xingyu's answer.
"I don't know." Xiao Xingyu said in a clean voice and low tone.
He pondered for a moment, glanced at the stage, and said calmly, "But this brush washer clearly bears traces of imitation of secret color porcelain. It must have been a practice by craftsmen of the same period who studied secret color porcelain, just as my family has long studied the official kilns of the Northern Song Dynasty. Therefore, it could have come from the Yue Kiln, the Xing Kiln, the Shouzhou Kiln, or even from an obscure kiln in a village somewhere."
"No more bidding! What the hell is this? It's not secret color porcelain!" In the silent room, the wealthy man who bid 250 million yuan was immediately very indignant. He then turned and praised Xiao Xingyu: "This expert is really young and promising, with a unique vision. I want to thank you very much. If you hadn't shown up, I would have been taken advantage of today!"
At this moment, the collector's face had turned pale. He was furious, but he could not speak. Only his chest was heaving violently.
After a while, he clenched his fists and decided in a deep voice: "I declare that Lianhuaxi withdraws from the auction!"
Xiao Xingyu sighed deeply, looked up at the clear and translucent celadon on the big screen in front of him, his eyes like a pool of deep water, and when he spoke again, there was a hint of sparks in his tone.
"I've never been one to judge the value of porcelain by kiln or category. Take this lotus washbasin, for example. In terms of glaze, body, and shape, it's no less beautiful than secret-color porcelain; in some ways, it's even superior. But today, its value could be significantly reduced due to issues with its origin. This is truly a tragedy that the secular world places on artifacts."
The dark shirt reflected the scattered light from the crystal chandeliers in the venue. Xiao Xingyu's eyebrows, lips, nose, jaw, neck... the lines were like the undulating mountains, extremely profound.
For some reason, Zhang Moyan felt that Xiao Xingyu at this moment looked like an ancient general who had seen all the ups and downs of life. He felt pity for a beautiful woman who had fallen into prostitution, but was unable to help.
The scene was so timeless that she couldn't help but instinctively set up her camera.
Snap!
The flash exploded suddenly and violently, and its power in this atmosphere was no less than that of a flare.
Oh my god, why is it shining?!
Obviously there was nothing like this before.
Zhang Moyan was stunned.
Everyone's eyes were instantly directed towards her, including the figure in front who was definitely over 1.85 meters tall, who also turned around.
This is just a large-scale social death.
Zhang Moyan groaned inwardly, her limbs stiff, and she held the camera, forgetting to put it down.
Perhaps it was a surprise that there were reporters present. Xiao Xingyu looked at Zhang Moyan in surprise, and his penetrating gaze went straight into her eyes through the eyepiece of the device, making Zhang Moyan's heart tremble.
"Well, we are reporters leading the media's 'First News' and have been invited by the auction company to do news editing." Jin Xueyang reacted first and quickly pressed down Zhang Moyan's hand holding the camera.
With her face no longer obstructed by the camera, Zhang Moyan's true appearance was revealed. The degree of her social deadness instantly escalated an octave, and she was directly bathed in Xiao Xingyu's gaze.
His eyes examined her face inch by inch. His expression and gestures were exactly the same as when he examined the lotus washbasin on the stage just now.
Zhang Moyan felt like someone was pinching her throat and she felt a little short of breath.
While she cleared her throat, Xiao Xingyu's gaze had already moved down, along the blue ribbon on her chest, to her work ID.
Realizing that he was reading the information on her ID, Zhang Moyan covered it with her hand vigilantly.
It's over, this person must remember that she complained about her and take revenge on her!
In a flash, Zhang Moyan had already thought of more than a dozen awesome words, such as "Journalists have the obligation and responsibility to convey the news facts they see to the audience as soon as possible", and was ready to go straight for it.
However, Xiao Xingyu just exchanged a glance with her, unexpectedly said nothing, and turned back.
Um?
Shouldn't the plot development be to make her hand over the camera and then smash it to the ground like the gangster thugs who surrounded He Shuhuan and Du Fei?
Otherwise, he should at least ask her to delete all the photos like Zhang Dongsheng forced Zhu Chaoyang and others!
But he didn't say anything.
Zhang Moyan's calm exterior, breathing steadily with a hopeful air, was still shaky.
"Hey, First News, stop taking and writing nonsense!"
The general manager of the auction company rushed over, stepped between her and Xiao Xingyu, and shouted fiercely: "Don't report today, take out whatever you took and delete it immediately!"
"Why?" Zhang Moyan's voice and expression remained unchanged.
Her voice is naturally nasal and sounds quite cold.
The general manager moved his lips and thought to himself, if you guys wrote about the mistake of discovering the secret color porcelain today, wouldn’t the reputation of their auction company be ruined?
But this reason can only be understood, and cannot be said in public.
The general manager pursed his lips, looked up at Zhang Moyan's boss not far away, and said in a slightly softer tone: "Boss Liu, how do you think we can resolve this matter? Our group and Leading Media have been cooperating well over the years..."
Zhang Moyan and Jin Xueyang both understood that there was a complex network of relationships between their unit and the owner of the auction company. It was also because of this background that "First News" was able to obtain exclusive reporting rights this time.
The general manager stopped there. Mr. Liu, the former top-ranked executive in Asia, came up thoughtfully, hands on his hips, weighed the matter for a moment, and finally gestured to Zhang Moyan and Jin Xueyang, "Alright, delete all the materials for today!"
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