As soon as Mo Zhexuan walked out of the Agricultural Bank, he held the blue and white porcelain vase tightly with both hands.
I'm afraid it might get bumped or hit, which would cause a huge loss.
It is not yet known whether this porcelain is authentic.
But his intuition told him that this was one of the collections at the Sotheby's auction - a blue and white flat vase with twined lotus patterns and double animal ears.
"Brother Xuan! Is this blue and white porcelain really from the official kiln during the Yongzheng period of the Qing Dynasty?" Li Peizhen asked curiously.
“I can’t confirm this, after all, I haven’t done any special research.
But when I touched the body and embryo of this blue and white vase, I found that the texture was very smooth, this is one reason.
Secondly, if you look at its color, it is not very bright, but rather a bit dull.
But it looks very pure and flawless, which is obviously the result of being stored for a long time.
Third, if you look closely at the carving, the blue and white patterns are so lifelike, it's as if a real blue and white flower is appearing before your eyes."
"Mr. Mo! You have a very good eye. I also think it should be authentic."
Li Wanhua had come into contact with some antiques at the Diaoyutai State Guesthouse.
After observing it carefully, I couldn't help but nodded in agreement.
"Let's go! Let's go find an antique shop and have a box custom-made for us!"
You have to be very careful with this thing. If you bump into it, it will leave a hole."
Mo Zhexuan kept his eyes and ears open, his attention almost entirely on the blue and white porcelain in his hand, fearing any accidents might occur.
After the four of them arrived at the central area of Hongqiao Antiques, they found that there were fewer and fewer small vendors selling antiques on the street.
Instead, there are more and more quaint buildings, and each one has a huge golden signboard.
People came and went into the store.
Walk into an antique shop called Xiangyaxuan.
A faint ray of sunlight shines through the old screen window.
The air seemed to be filled with the breath of history.
The store is filled with various ancient artifacts, and two apricot-yellow incense burners emit a light and elegant fragrance.
Various jade artifacts are displayed in the antique cabinet, gleaming with light.
There are paintings and calligraphy hanging on the wall, from which dynasty I don’t know.
The traces of time have outlined a different ancient landscape.
The owner was wearing a mid-length black cotton jacket and a pair of black-framed glasses.
Holding a magnifying glass in his hand, he carefully examined a large bowl with a diamond-shaped mouth on the counter.
After a long time, he put down the magnifying glass, took a deep breath, and said with greed in his eyes:
"I'll give you 200 RMB for this white bowl."
"Zhou Paopi, you are too evil-minded. Don't take advantage of me because I don't understand.
This bowl is a famous crabapple bowl from the late Tang Dynasty.
The bowl has a fine texture, and its lines are full, round and smooth. This is an official product fired in the Yuezhou kiln."
"Mr. Yi! My maximum offer is 500.
I believe that no one on this street can offer a higher price than Xiangyaxuan."
“You’re adding more!”
“..............”
Mo Zhexuan held the blue and white porcelain vase in both hands while looking at the various antiques in the store.
I found a familiar figure standing in front of the counter.
It was the old man who worked in the breakfast shop outside Beijing Railway Station this morning - Yijian.
"Sir! Madam! What would you like to see? All the antiques in our shop are genuine. We don't cheat anyone."
The owner stopped arguing and greeted the customers warmly when he saw them coming.
"Grandpa! Do you still remember us?" Li Peizhen greeted Yijian, who was wearing a military green coat, with a smile.
Yijian was confused. He felt that these people were very familiar, but he just couldn't remember them.
Finally, he rubbed his slightly cloudy eyes and looked carefully for a moment.
Then I remembered that I had seen it this morning at breakfast.
"Oh! It's you! Are you here to buy antiques?"
"Cough, cough, cough!" Mo Zhexuan saw Li Peizhen was about to speak, and quickly pretended to cough twice before explaining:
"I bought a blue and white porcelain vase and wanted the owner to authenticate it to see if it's genuine."
"No problem! Then I'll help you take a look." The owner's eyes lit up.
He gently took the blue and white porcelain vase and placed it on the counter, then quickly took out a flashlight and a magnifying glass and began to observe it carefully.
Yijian carefully put aside the crabapple bowl he had brought.
He also observed carefully from the side, with an extremely focused and serious expression.
The two of them observed for a total of half an hour before putting down their magnifying glasses and flashlights.
The shop owner glared at Yi Jian quietly, his bloated eyes gleaming with a bright and cunning light, and he said confidently:
"This sir! After my appraisal.
This blue and white vase is a flat vase with double animal handles and a blue and white coiled lotus pattern, which was imitated during the Ming Dynasty.
Look at the texture and color here, it hasn’t been long, look here…”
"Old sir! What do you think?" Mo Zhexuan turned and looked at Yijian.
I wanted to see his opinion. He was 80% sure about this blue and white porcelain vase.
This is a flat vase with double animal ears and blue and white coiled lotus pattern from the Qing Dynasty.
"I...I...am not sure yet." Yijian's face showed hesitation.
But in the end, I chose not to speak.
"Sir! How much did you pay for this blue and white porcelain vase?" the shopkeeper asked, rolling his eyes.
"1,000 RMB!" Mo Zhexuan calmly raised his right index finger.
"Then you've made a huge loss. This celadon vase is worth no more than 100 RMB.
You can choose to sell it to me and recover your losses."
"Old sir! What do you think?" Mo Zhexuan turned around and looked at Yijian.
This is also to examine his character and whether he is a responsible person. This is very important.
A trace of struggle flashed across Yi Jian's face. He turned a deaf ear to the shopkeeper's repeated gestures and pointed at the blue and white porcelain vase and said:
"I believe this is indeed an official kiln from the Yongzheng period of the Qing Dynasty. It is called a blue and white flat vase with lotus pattern and double animal handles.
You can say you made a fortune. According to the current market price, this genuine piece is worth at least 5,000 RMB.
If it is sold to foreigners, I believe it is possible to get tens of thousands of RMB?"
"Mr. Yi, you must be responsible for what you say." The shop owner became angry and said ferociously.
"I have nothing to be afraid of, so don't even think about deceiving me."
"Then I won't take your Begonia bowl."
"If you don't want to accept it, then don't accept it. I believe there are people who know the value of it..."
"I'll offer one thousand RMB to buy your Begonia Bowl. What do you think?" Mo Zhexuan said calmly.
Yi Jian was overjoyed when he heard this. This price exceeded his expectations, but out of caution, he still asked:
"Are you serious?"
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