Chapter 39
He stared at the screen. There was a densely packed area of cracks in the middle of the bottle. "Look at the direction and depth of the texture here. After firing, porcelain bottles go through a cooling phase. The body and glaze shrink, and the glaze is constrained by the body and generates tension. When the tension exceeds the glaze's tolerance limit, it cracks, forming ice cracks like this."
The host paused and lowered his glasses. "However, we can't just look at the appearance of things. We also have to pay attention to the details. Miss, could you please turn the bottle over and show us the bottom and the mouth of the bottle?"
Yang Ye listened, slowly turning the porcelain vase to reveal the places the host had just mentioned. The host saw what was happening, frowned, and moved his chair to search through the pile of documents behind him. After a while, he pulled out a booklet that looked like an ancient book from the shelf below and carefully read it.
"If I'm not mistaken, this should be a product made by a Song Dynasty court kiln craftsman, but it could also be a later imitation. I can't see the specific details through the screen, but with such texture and glaze color, the price of 300,000 is very worthwhile. Miss, please collect it well, the price may continue to increase in the future."
Yang Ye smiled and said to the screen: "Thank you, host."
"And this one," she said, picking up the scroll beside her. "Can you help me take a look at this one?"
The anchor asked, "Did you collect this too?"
"No, this is something passed down from my ancestors. It seems to be from the late Qing Dynasty. It was given to my great-grandfather by a friend from the same hometown."
Perhaps because of the green-glazed porcelain vase he had just seen, the anchor shifted in his position. He straightened his back, placed his hands on the table, cleared his throat, and returned his gaze to the camera. "From this exposed part, the painting does have a touch of the late Qing Dynasty feel. The brushwork is delicate, and the landscape layout at the top is also very sophisticated."
He nodded and said, "Put it down a little further."
Yang Ye unfolded the scroll in his hand, and the signature at the bottom was clearly reflected on the screen. Xiao Xiao saw the signature in front of her, and her pupils suddenly constricted. She couldn't help but pat Zhou Yiheng, who was squatting in front of her, and asked softly, "Why did you take this out too?"
Zhou Yiheng was watching Yang Ye's performance. He turned around in confusion and said, "Didn't you say you wanted to bring a few paintings to support the scene? I see this is still on the shelf. What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Xiao Xiao stared at Yang Ye's performance. She didn't react at all, and her heart was relieved a little.
The scroll slowly emerged into view, a scene of rolling hills, shrouded in mist. A simple sketch of an elderly man sat beside a few dark-spotted rocks. The scene was so vivid, it evoked a sense of stillness. The host gasped, watching without blinking as Yang Ye lifted the entire painting.
"There are so many things at my sister's house."
"Just now it was Ru kiln porcelain, and now it's landscape painting."
"Where did this young lady come from?"
The anchor narrowed his eyes and looked through the screen at the lower left corner of the scroll. His eyes suddenly fixed on it, his lips touched, and he softly read out the seal script above, "In the summer of the 26th year of the Guangxu reign, presented to the youngest daughter Zhaozhao"
He breathed a sigh of relief and said to Yang Ye, who was not on the screen, "Sister, this must have been drawn by your family and passed down from generation to generation."
Yang Ye turned the scroll over and read the name at the bottom. "Why does Father like mountains and rivers?"
“Landscapes convey emotions and cultivate the mind”
"Are you tired, Ama? He would never say such things before."
"Zhao Zhao, the world has changed outside"
She looked at Ama in confusion.
Her expression froze slightly, and the emotion in her eyes was obviously a little more serious. She put away the scroll and carefully put the thing away. Then she said to the anchor with a calm expression: "Sorry, this is left by my family. I took it by mistake."
As he placed the scroll sideways, the host's voice came from the phone, "Although in terms of market value, it's almost nothing, but from the perspective of inheritance, it's still very valuable as a collection."
"Well, keep it well," Yang Ye said softly, as if he was talking to her alone.
Her eyes stared straight ahead, the off-white tiles bare. After a brief silence, she picked up the jade piece beside her. A cool feeling spread through her fingers, pulling her mind back from the brink of wandering.
The oblate jade serving dish features a polished, curved edge. The carved pattern on the front shows layered petals, each stamen clearly carved. Viewed from the side, the jade edge is uniform in thickness, with a smooth, natural transition, and no abrupt changes. The jade's internal structure is uniform, free of impurities or cracks.
"Oh, the hollowing and carving techniques of this jade are really rare nowadays." The anchor leaned forward slightly, shortening the distance between himself and the camera.
The anchor saw this jade artifact and said, "If I'm not mistaken, this should be from the Tang Dynasty. The entire production method and the overall smoothness, you can see that there is no drag at these turning points. The arrangement and arrangement of the hollowing are well-paced, which is also very consistent with the aesthetics and craftsmanship of the Tang Dynasty."
The expression on Yang Ye's face changed instantly. When he saw the fake antiques that Zhou Yiheng had bought but had not used yet, he immediately started to tell the lies that the anchor usually told when he picked up the item in his hand casually.
"You just said that this piece of jade is from the Tang Dynasty, but when my father bought it, the seller told him it was from the Northern Song Dynasty. Did you make a mistake?" Yang Ye reminded him tactfully.
The host, who was about to continue talking, heard Yang Ye's words and the smile on his face froze. Looking at the barrage of comments scrolling on the screen in front of him, the host forced a smile and asked, "Where did you buy this, Miss?"
He asked this simply to plan a countermeasure for the next step. If it was purchased from a professional collector or other channels, he would lie and say he was mistaken. But if it was obtained from some other small place, he would be able to find a way to get around it and say that Yang Ye was cheated.
The corners of her mouth twitched upwards, and Yang Ye almost figured out the reason why the anchor asked this question. It was just some boring routine. She followed the anchor's meaning and spoke slowly, "It's not from somewhere else, it's from a friend's place."
Hearing the answer, the host visibly breathed a sigh of relief. His stiff body relaxed, and he leaned back in his chair, a relieved smile on his face. "Miss, from my judgment, your family must have been scammed. This has obvious Tang Dynasty craftsmanship, how could it be from the Northern Song Dynasty?"
Yang Ye took the opportunity to ask humbly, "Can you tell me what the craftsmanship of the Tang Dynasty was like? I can learn from them and compare them to see which dynasty this thing of mine is from?"
The atmosphere in the live broadcast room suddenly became a little subtle.
The anchor froze for a moment, surprise flashing in his eyes. His usual smile was now strained. The muscles on his cheeks stiffened, and his mouth twitched. He looked at the girl connecting with him on the screen, picked up the water cup at hand, and swallowed the water.
He looked at the operator sitting behind the screen with a pleading look, signaling them to quickly kick this person out, or find a way to pause the current live broadcast. But the operator stood up with a sullen face, pointed at the dense barrage of comments on the screen, and gestured to him with his hands, "Continue."
The operations manager closest to him came over, stood next to the live broadcast display screen, took the long stick given by others, squatted down to avoid the camera and lights, and tapped the number of viewers displayed in the upper right corner of the screen to signal to the anchor.
The live broadcast room, which was originally dull, was now climbing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Is the host going to start talking?"
"What are you talking about? This is the treasure appraisal live broadcast room. I must have taken the wrong path."
"Isn't it true that appraising a treasure requires clarity?"
"The anchor made a wrong judgment before. Now he is asked to talk about the craftsmanship. Can it be trusted?"
“It’s possible to make mistakes occasionally.”
"I feel the host is not very professional"
Barrage of comments one after another.
The heat in the live broadcast room continued to rise. The supervisor winked at him and asked him to delay and continue speaking. At the same time, he asked the assistant behind the computer to prepare the information found on the Internet and project the screen onto the prompt board in front of the anchor.
The comment section on the screen was a bit chaotic, and the anchor tried hard to calm himself. He looked back at the screen and said in a more relaxed tone, "It seems that the people in the live broadcast room are very interested in this question. So, let's do a statistics in the backend. If the people who want to continue listening to me send 1, and if you want to see the girl on the other side change the next item, send 2. The backend will count what the people like."
Behind the phone, Xiao Xiao heard what the anchor said. She quickly turned to look at Zhou Yiheng and Xu Jingzhe beside her and asked quietly, "Is he trying to change the subject?"
"Swipe the screen, swipe the screen" Zhou Yiheng's hands never stopped moving.
Xu Jingzhe said: "It's okay, he just made a mistake once, there will definitely be more mistakes later."
Yang Ye saw the barrage of comments. After the host asked the question, the screen was filled with many 1s and 2s. At the beginning, the frequencies of the two numbers appearing were almost the same, but after a while, the screen was filled with dense 1s. The barrage of comments appeared so fast that the live broadcast room became a little stuck.
Xiao Xiao looked at the comment section and asked, "What's going on? Why are all the comments turned to 1?"
Xu Jingzhe shook his head. He didn't expect it to turn out like this.
Looking at Zhou Yiheng, who didn't know who he was messaging, Xiao Xiao gently pushed him and asked, "Did you do this?"
"I just asked a friend to help me with it." He turned off the phone and signaled Xiao Xiao to pay attention to Yang Ye's situation in front.
The anchor hadn't anticipated such a rapid shift in the comments section. Luckily, he'd already seen the operator connecting a data cable to the prompt board across the way. The several-inch screen displayed the information he desperately needed. He lowered his glasses, quickly scanned the prompt board, and breathed a sigh of relief.
"I see that there are still quite a lot of people who posted 1. Since everyone wants to know so much, I will briefly explain it to everyone."
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