"real?"

Mrs. Qiao was full of joy and asked anxiously:

"Whatever you do, I will definitely cooperate!"

Li Yu was shocked. She didn't doubt Yang Chen's ability to identify treasures, but she didn't think that Yang Chen was more proficient in the operation of the auction house than she was. It was impossible to auction an antique worth 30 million for a premium of more than three times.

It is an impossible task.

"Yang Chen, don't...don't talk nonsense!"

Yang Chen understood that Li Yu was worried that he had promised casually, so he pointed to the blue and white porcelain on the ancient shelf in the corner and said with a smile: "Mr. Li, Mrs. Qiao, this is a large blue and white porcelain from the early Ming Dynasty. Its market price alone is over 100 million.

It can only be too easy to prepare 100 million."

Mrs. Qiao looked at the blue and white long-necked round bottle with a narrow mouth on the shelf, and the smile on her face gradually became stiff.

"You said this blue and white vase is worth over 100 million?"

"Yes, the body of this blue and white porcelain is soft and delicate, the texture is white, and there are flint red spots on the edges. The glaze is thick and moist, and the white is bluish in nature and soft. It is the characteristic of the Hongwu and Yongle early Ming Dynasty's 'bright celadon glaze'...

…”

"enough!"

Mrs. Qiao raised one hand and suppressed the anger in her heart and said:

"This blue and white round bottle was a souvenir bought for 1,000 yuan at a scenic spot when my husband and I traveled to Jiangxi in the early years. It is simply a product of modern craftsmanship!"

"You can't tell the difference between such crude modern imitations, which makes me doubt your ability to identify treasures. I doubt the evaluation results of fifteen antiques!"

As he spoke, he looked up at Li Yu and said coldly:

"Mr. Li, please come back."

"I can no longer leave this batch of antiques to your auction house for processing. I will find someone else to re-appraise it!"

Li Yu raised his head and looked at the blue and white round vase on the ancient shelf. He saw that the glaze color and shape were indeed ordinary. He shook his head silently in his heart: "Although my appraisal level is not high, at first glance, this blue and white vase is not the right one."

.Such a simple and simple appraisal should not be wrong with Yang Chen’s ability. Could it be that he is ill again?”

"Yang Chen, this joke is a bit too much. Please apologize to Mrs. Qiao quickly."

She deliberately said that Yang Chen was joking so that Mrs. Qiao would not question Yang Chen's professionalism.

"Mr. Li, I'm not kidding, this is really the big blue and white flower from the Yongle year of the early Ming Dynasty!"

As he spoke, Yang Chen walked to the Bogu shelf and reached for the blue and white round bottle on the shelf. The moment his fingertips touched the bottle, a warm current flowed into his body, and his whole body was as if he was electrocuted.

In an instant, the air flowing out of the blue and white round bottle spread throughout the meridians of his body, and finally filled his Dantian.

"This... this warm current merges with the air current in my body. I feel that the power is stronger now than before!"

"What exactly is going on?"

Yang Chen held the blue and white round vase in a daze and was puzzled.

"Yang Chen...Yang Chen..."

Li Yu's call came to his ears, and Yang Chen woke up from his meditation.

"Mr. Li, what's the matter?"

"You just..."

"fine."

Yang Chen directly turned the blue and white round bottle over, pointed at the unglazed white fine sand bottom, and said: "Mrs. Qiao, Mr. Li, the characteristic of Yongle blue and white is this fine sand ground, which feels smooth. If you don't believe me, you can touch it."

The two of them reached out to touch the bottom of the round bottle with doubts. As Yang Chen said, it was very smooth, without the grainy and rough feeling of ordinary porcelain.

Mrs. Qiao said doubtfully: "But... just a fine sandy bottom can't prove that it is Ming Qinghua, right?"

"Look here."

Yang Chen pointed to a red spot on the bottom and said: "This is not a firing defect, but a special feature of the blue and white made by the imperial court in Yongle's early years - flint red spots.

You are looking at its blue and white pattern. The biggest difference between the Ming and Yuan blue and later Qing imitations is that under a certain light, there are tin-colored glistening spots that are actually silver-black triangular crystal spots. The blue and white has an uneven touch. This uniqueness

The patterns and patterns depicted on green materials have the unique flavor of Chinese ink painting, which is an art that cannot be imitated.

If you don’t believe me, touch it again and see.”

The two women touched the blue and white pattern on the round bottle again. As expected, it had an uneven texture, and the colors of the light refracted from different angles were indeed different.

"This...is this really Ming Qinghua?"

With so many details in front of her, Mrs. Qiao still couldn't believe it. After all, she spent a thousand yuan to buy this blue and white porcelain from the scenic spot. For so many years, she never dreamed that it would be worth more than 100 million yuan.

"If you don't believe it... look at this!"

Yang Chen took out his mobile phone and opened the app, pointed at the report above and said: "Look at this, this is a Yongle blue and white round vase that was sold during the autumn auction of Jiashide last year. Do you think it is the same as yours?"

Mrs. Qiao took her mobile phone and compared it carefully, and found that every pattern detail was exactly the same as hers.

"Is it true?"

"of course it's true!"

Seeing that Mrs. Qiao still had doubts on her face, Yang Chen said helplessly: "Mrs. Qiao, if you don't believe it, you can ask an expert you trust to come over and evaluate it to prove that what I said is true."

"Well...well, the president of the Antiques Association and my husband are acquaintances, I will invite him over now!"

Mrs. Qiao immediately took out her mobile phone and made a call. After hearing this, the other party promised to come right away.

Less than half an hour later, the doorbell rang. Mrs. Qiao went to open the door herself. After a while, she led an old man in an old-fashioned gown.

"It turns out he is the president of the Antiques Association!"

Yang Chen was a little surprised when he saw the person coming. This old man was none other than Mr. He Hongjian whom he met at the charity auction last night.
Chapter completed!