Du Ruo held the man's face with both hands and patted it: "I'll make you a cup of tea, wake you 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 brocade box on the table and said, "Take a look."
Yuan Tingchuan half-closed his eyes and casually picked up the porcelain bowl from the box. His narrow eyes half-opened and half-closed, he weighed it twice and threw it back into the box. Du Ruo was startled. 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 away like this? Is this something that can be thrown away casually? What is it? Is it a fake?" She asked deliberately.
The man nudged Du Ruo's shoulders comfortably and said vaguely, "Really."
Du Ruo teased him: "Mr. Yuan, are you sure?"
The man snorted coldly, "I've been playing with these things ever since I could walk. I don't even need to look closely. I just touch them and I know they're pretty close. It's all based on a feeling."
Du Ruo raised an eyebrow in surprise. Is this true? Is it that awesome?
Yuan Tingchuan closed his eyes and asked, "Don't you also know that this is the real thing? Is there something wrong with its origin?"
You hit the nail on the head.
Du Ruo laughed. This man was as cunning as a sieve.
"As far as I know, there's an identical bowl in the H City Museum. It's a national treasure. So, which of these two Chenghua Doucai porcelains is the real thing? Which 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 let it go on the auction. When I check it out, I'll have something interesting to watch."
Yuan Tingchuan smiled and hugged her in his arms: "I'm drunk, don't bother with me, my mind is still not clear, and my mouth is full of nonsense."
This man is a dog, he will not recognize anyone once he turns his back on you.
"I might be mistaken. You'd better have someone check it out and confirm it before making any plans."
Yuan Tingchuan snapped his fingers at the air. Yuan Wu hurried in through the door and whispered, "Mr. Yuan."
"Go check if the H City Museum has this Doucai. Is it exactly the same?"
Yuan Wu carefully picked up the porcelain, noted the style and pattern, put down the Doucai 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 went out.
Du Ruo didn't bother to get angry with this bastard. She stared at the Ming Chenghua Doucai porcelain in the brocade box, lost in thought. This was a piece of porcelain she had seen in the H City Museum around the same time in her previous life. The exquisite workmanship had left a deep impression on her, and she had already concluded that the one in the box was the real thing. But what about the one in the museum? Could it be a fake?
If the Chenghua Doucai in the museum is a fake, that would be appalling.
Yuan Tingchuan washed his face, sat on the sofa, picked up his teacup and took a sip. He breathed a sigh of relief before saying, "What's going on today? Why are you in such a hurry to put it up for auction? Since there are different opinions, you should investigate thoroughly. Master Zheng is too impatient."
That being said, Yuan Tingchuan's face did not show 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 this matter thoroughly.
If today's incident had not been stopped and this Chenghua Doucai bowl had been sold at the Yuan family's auction house, then the matter would have been difficult to explain. This is a national cultural relic and a treasure from the Cheng kiln. It was auctioned at the Yuan family, and it was auctioned in a hurry. Even if Yuan Tingchuan had a lot of mouths, he would not be able to explain it clearly.
He picked up the phone and said, "Bring over the information about the Chenghua Doucai piece we saw today."
To be on the safe side, he took the porcelain in his hand again and examined it carefully, and found that it was indeed authentic.
The secretary hurried in and handed the information to Yuan Tingchuan.
According to the information, the client of this Chenghua Doucai is surnamed Shen, a farmer from S County. According to him, this is an heirloom, and he was forced to sell it because someone in his family was sick and the medical expenses were high.
"Have you ever seen this person?"
"Master Zheng received us. He didn't stay for more than a few minutes. He just said 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 leave.
Turning to Du Ruo, he asked, "Did you know that this was my property?"
Du Ruo shook his head honestly: "I don't know."
Yuan Tingchuan sneered: "But a farmer in a county town knows my industry very well. Not only does he know that it is my industry, he also knows about the Yuan Group."
This is Yuan Tingchuan's private property. Not many people in H City know about this. Ling Yun didn't even notice it, but this person knows it very clearly.
"That Master Zheng..."
"No hurry, I want to see what they are going to do."
I don’t know 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 found that it was indeed the Chenghua Doucai porcelain bowl that she had seen in the museum in her previous life.
Yuan Tingchuan solemnly picked up the photo, 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 outside the window in a daze, and sneered after a while.
The next day, Du Ruo appeared in the front yard auction house as if nothing had happened. The auction had not started yet, and only a few guests had arrived, drinking tea and chatting.
Master Zheng walked over to Du Ruo and said, "Mr. Du, can I sit down?"
"Please."
"Mr. Du, I accidentally offended you yesterday. I'm a rough man with a quick temper, so please don't take it to heart."
"It's okay, it's all about work."
"Yes, yes, I really like the porcelain I saw yesterday and couldn't bear to let it gather dust. I apologize for any offense to Mr. Du. I wonder what Mr. Yuan thinks of that porcelain? Will it be auctioned off in the next few days?"
Du Ruo glanced at him and said, "Mr. Yuan already looked at it yesterday and determined it to be authentic. It should be put up for auction within three days."
Master Zheng was visibly relieved. He smiled and said, "That's good, that's good. Ever since I made a mistake last time, I've been worried about making another wrong judgment. Now that Mr. Yuan says it's authentic, I can rest assured."
Du Ruo nodded and smiled, watching Master Zheng leave happily and relaxed.
Sure enough, in the afternoon, Yuan Tingchuan sent someone to tell the boss to put the Chenghua Doucai porcelain bowl up for auction three days later.
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