Chapter 121 Authenticity

Du Ruo held the man's face with both hands and patted it: "I'll make you a cup of tea, wake up, I have something to tell you."

Yuan Tingchuan leaned against her without saying a word. Du Ruo pushed him to sit up and pointed at the gold box on the table and said, "Take a look?"

Yuan Tingchuan half-closed his eyes and casually took the porcelain bowl from the box in his hand. His narrow eyes half-opened and half-closed, he weighed it twice and threw it back into the box, which scared Du Ruo. He quickly picked it up and took a look. He breathed a sigh of relief and pushed him, saying, "What are you doing? Be gentle!"

Yuan Tingchuan half leaned on her: "Didn't you ask me to see it?"

Du Ruo said angrily: "I didn't ask you to throw it like this. Is this something that can be thrown away casually? What do you think? Is it a fake?" She asked deliberately.

The man nuzzled into Du Ruo's shoulders and said vaguely, "Really?"

Du Ruo teased him: "Mr. Yuan, are you sure?"

The man snorted coldly: "I have been playing with these things since I could walk. I don't need to look carefully at them. I just touch them and they are pretty close. I just go by my feeling."

Du Ruo raised her eyebrows in surprise. Is this true? Is it so amazing?

Yuan Tingchuan closed his eyes and asked, "Don't you know this is genuine? Is there something wrong with where it came from?"

Hit the nail on the head.

Du Ruo smiled. This man has as many tricks as a sieve.

"As far as I know, there is an identical bowl in the H City Museum, which is a national treasure on record. Which of these two Chenghua Doucai porcelains do you think is the real thing? Which one is fake?"

Yuan Tingchuan's body stiffened, and he sobered up immediately. He looked at Du Ruo: "How did you know?" His eyes were sharp and unfathomable.

Du Ruo gnashed her teeth in anger. She sneered, "I should have put it up for auction. I'll have something to watch when I check it out."

Yuan Tingchuan smiled and held her in his arms: "I'm drunk, don't bother with me, I'm still not in my right mind, I'm talking nonsense."

This man is of the dog sign, he won't recognize anyone once he turns his back on them.

"I may be wrong. You'd better ask someone to check it out and make sure before making any plans."

Yuan Tingchuan snapped his fingers into the air, and Yuan Wu hurriedly pushed the door open and whispered, "Mr. Yuan."

"Go check if the H City Museum has this piece of fighting paper. Is it exactly the same?"

Yuan Wu carefully picked up the porcelain, noted the style and pattern, put down the bowl, and hurried out.

Yuan Tingchuan stood up and said, "I'm going to wash my face and refresh myself. Wait for me for a moment, I have something to ask you." Without waiting for Du Ruo to answer, he stood up and left.

Du Ruo was too lazy to get angry with this bastard. She was mesmerized by the Ming Chenghua fighting porcelain in the brocade box. This was the porcelain she had seen in the H City Museum at about the same time in her previous life. She had already concluded that the one in the box was the real thing because of its exquisite workmanship. What about the one in the museum? Could it be a fake?

It would be horrifying if the Chenghua fighting dragon in the museum was a fake.

Yuan Tingchuan washed his face, sat on the sofa, picked up the teacup and took a sip, then he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "What happened today? Why are you in such a hurry to put it up for auction? If you have different opinions, you should find out. Master Zheng is too impatient."

Although he said this, Yuan Tingchuan's face did not have this expression. There was even a hint of coldness at the corners of his lips.

"It happened suddenly, and no one knows what happened. You have to check it out yourself."

Even if Du Ruo didn't say anything, Yuan Tingchuan would still investigate the matter thoroughly.

If what happened today really didn't stop and this Chenghua Doucai bowl was sold at Yuan's auction house, then the matter would be difficult to explain. This is a national cultural relic and a rare piece of Cheng kiln. If it was sold at Yuan's auction, and it was sold in a hurry, I'm afraid Yuan Tingchuan wouldn't be able to explain it clearly even if he had a lot of tricks.

He picked up the phone and said, "Bring over today's Chenghua fight materials."

To be on the safe side, he took the porcelain in his hand and examined it carefully, and found that it was indeed authentic.

The secretary hurried in and handed the information to Yuan Tingchuan.

The information shows that the client of this Chenghua Doucai is named Shen, a farmer from S County. According to him, this is an heirloom from his ancestors, and he had no choice but to sell it because someone in his family fell ill and the medical expenses were high.

"Have you ever met this man?"

"Master Zheng received him. He didn't stay for more than a few minutes. He just said that he trusted our Yuan Group and that we were a large group in Hong Kong. He was confident that we would be able to handle the matter."

Yuan Tingchuan smiled and waved his hand to let people go back.

Turning to Du Ruo, he asked, "Did you know that this was my business?"

Du Ruo shook his head honestly: "I don't know."

Yuan Tingchuan sneered: "But a farmer from a county town knows my industry very well. Not only does he know that this is my industry, he also knows about the Yuan Group."

This is Yuan Tingchuan's private business. Not many people in H City know about this. Even Ling Yun didn't pay attention to it, but this person knows it very clearly.

"That Master Zheng..."

"No hurry, I want to see what they are going to do."

No one knew what channel Yuan Wu used, but at around ten o'clock in the evening, several photos were placed on the coffee table in front of Yuan Tingchuan.

Du Ruo leaned over to take a look, and it was indeed the Chenghua Doucai porcelain bowl that she had seen in the museum in her previous life.

Yuan Tingchuan picked up the photo solemnly, compared it carefully, asked Yuan Wu a few questions, and then waved his hand to let him leave.

Tapping the armrest of the sofa with the photo in his hand, Yuan Tingchuan stared at the night scene outside the window in a daze, and sneered after a while.

The next day, Du Ruo showed up at the front yard auction house as if nothing had happened. The auction hadn't started yet and only a few guests had arrived, who were drinking tea and chatting.

Master Zheng walked up to Du Ruo and said, "Mr. Du, can I sit down?"

"Please."

"Boss Du, I offended you accidentally yesterday. I'm a rough man with a quick temper. Please don't take it to heart."

"It's okay, it's all about work."

"Yes, yes, I really like the piece of porcelain I saw yesterday, and I couldn't bear to let it get dusty. I hope you will forgive me if I offend Mr. Du. I wonder what Mr. Yuan thinks of the porcelain? Will it be auctioned in the next few days?"

Du Ruo glanced at him and said, "Mr. Yuan has already seen it yesterday and determined that it is authentic. It should be put up for auction within three days."

Master Zheng was obviously relieved. He smiled and said, "That's good, that's good. Ever since I made a mistake in my last work, I have been very nervous, afraid that I would make another mistake. Now that Mr. Yuan also said it is authentic, I can rest assured."

Du Ruo nodded and smiled, watching Master Zheng walk away happily and with ease.

Sure enough, in the afternoon, Yuan Tingchuan sent someone to give a message to the front, asking him to auction the Huadou-style porcelain bowl three days later.