"Well, what is he doing there? I called home, and my mom said he had run out early in the morning, saying he was going there to see what you were up to. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Gu Haiyan also knows that since her father retired, although he still served as a consultant for the Palace Museum, he did suddenly become idle and a little uncomfortable, so he became "lively".

But Lao Gu seems to be particularly "lively" about Lin Haiwen, when he went to Los Angeles before, he often discussed Lin Haiwen's problems with Gu Haiyan, and he was very happy to understand the inspirational story of how he became the crown jewel of contemporary Chinese culture and art from the son of a small newspaper editor.

Lin Haiwen told Gu Haiyan about the previous incident at the Ling Porcelain Exhibition.

“…… Hehe, don't mind, he's just joking. Gu Haiyan paused, her voice a little hoarse.

Gu Haiyan, who is obviously a senior cadre, is also sympathetic.

"Come on, they're coming in the door, don't say anything. ”

Hanging up the phone, Lin Haven walked two steps to the door.

"Teacher Tan is here?" Lin Haiwen and Tan Wenzong greeted each other, and turned their heads to look at Gu Yizhi, with a vivid expression on his face: "Yo, is this the senior consultant of the Imperial City Museum, an authoritative expert in the field of ancient calligraphy and painting in China, Mr. Gu Zhizhi? ”

Fu Cheng followed behind the two old men and held back a smile.

Tan Wenzong too, Lao Gu came to his house early in the morning today, sat and didn't leave, and couldn't figure out a reason. When Fu Cheng came to pick up people, he had to come with the car, and kept saying, "I have to see what you are for, ignoring our friendship for decades."

In the end, I had no choice but to come together.

Gu Zhizhi snorted: "Boy, don't be weird." It's still a humble house, you don't know it, you spent tens of millions of dollars to buy a house, and there is a better place in the capital than this, and there is no such thing at all. What do you know? hypocrisy!"

The old man is probably the sequelae of retirement, Lin Haven thinks it's a bit funny, Lu Songhua is also about to retire, and I don't know if there will be this kind of sequelae.

"Well, then please come and visit my splendid palace. ”

There is no one here, Fu Cheng made the tea.

Qingyang hair tip.

"Tsk, top hairy tips, hundreds of dollars a tael, what a rich man. "Lao Gu drinks it very tastyly, but his mouth is unforgiving.

Tan Wenzong couldn't see it: "If you drink it and it's a burden, don't drink it." ”

Gu Yizhi glanced at him: "What burden do I have, I am a poor laborer, and it is only legitimate to drink a little surplus value that the capitalists have stripped from others." ”

He was very interested when he spoke, holding a bowl of thin-tired celadon, leisurely walking around the studio, and sighing from time to time, "Yo, Chang Shuo's paintings, millions of euros", "Yo, and Concubine Yu's, it is millions of yuan", "Ah, Jiang Tao's, millions of yuan", "Who is this foreigner? French? Tuonit, the painting is not bad", "I still hang my own paintings, I am really not ashamed".

"I'm ashamed of something, my paintings are also worth millions of euros. Hey, speaking of which, my studio is said to be splendid, and I'm not wrong. It's worth more than the Imperial City. ”

Lao Gu is simply boxing through cotton, and if he doesn't focus on it, it's really boring.

"Teacher Tan, you go this way, I'll take you to see ......"

"What are you looking at?" Lao Gu hurriedly put down the bowl and rubbed it over.

Lin Haven held back a smile and took them to the Tibetan studio.

A porcelain jar from a Tai kiln is magnificently placed on a wooden shelf, and the cold light on it makes the windowless studio as bright as day.

Fu Chengting nervously locked the door of the studio and guarded the door of the studio.

As soon as Tan Wenzong entered this door, he was completely attracted by the porcelain jar, and the large and small paintings of Lin Haven next to him were no longer in sight. Lao Gu was in the mood to look around, and he had something to say: "I guessed that you kid must have gotten some ancient porcelain, otherwise Lao Tan would not have betrayed so quickly." ”

When he walked to Tan Wenzong's side and stared at the blue and white glazed porcelain jar of the Thai kiln, his face froze--although he was an expert in calligraphy and painting, he was a generalist himself. Especially in the field of cultural relics identification, there is generally accumulation and understanding.

Not to mention, the Thai kiln porcelain in front of him is undoubtedly the existence of the heavenly nobles in the ancient porcelain of China.

"Tai kiln?" Lao Gu asked a little hard: "Such a big Tai kiln?"

Tan Wenzong ignored him and looked at Lin Haiwen: "Can I get started?"

"You're casual, with gloves on the side. ”

"Old Tan, you won't believe it's true, right?" Gu Yizhi also remembered that the plate in Daying was the first instrument of the Tai kiln. How can this huge thing in front of you be genuine?

Tan Wenzong wore extremely thin white gloves - this kind of gloves were made of another set of materials, the thinnest, super tough, first-class sensibility, and the glaze of the porcelain jar was finely smeared, and the familiar and shocking feeling seemed to directly pluck Tan Wenzong's heartstrings.

For an expert who has studied ancient ceramics all his life, a piece of Thai kiln porcelain with such a wide door is simply more attractive than 10,000 beautiful women, and it can also attract his surging blood.

Open the door!

Indeed, Tan Wenzong could see at first glance that this porcelain jar was genuine.

That's right!

This kind of positive, not to say perfect, no wear, brand-new, but you can feel the charm that belongs to the unique Thai kiln, such as clotted fat, such as beauty, is the standard of Zhou Zheng, the ritual of palm ceramics.

Tan Wenzong calmed down, lifted the porcelain jar, and saw the cinnabar underneath.

"Mentor Year"

The great calligrapher Liu Ruzhen's own handwriting!

Tai kiln in Mingde Dynasty, the quality is the highest, so Tai kiln is sometimes called Mingde kiln. And Liu Ruzhen wrote the payment for the official kiln manufacturing department at that time, in order to prevent fraud. He wrote 32 versions, all of which are slightly different, one in the palace and one in the Tai kiln firing office, among which the only surviving internal collection is in the Imperial City Museum, Tan Wenzong is already familiar with it and can no longer be familiar.

So when he looked at it, he knew that this was Liu Ruzhen's handwriting, and it was also a genuine product fired in the official kiln.

"How could it be, how could it be, there really is such a big artifact in existence. ”

Lin Haven exchanged this porcelain jar, which is different from "The Emperor's Travel Map", it does not appear in the mode of a mysterious treasure box, but is directly exchanged, so it is likely that this is not a surviving thing, but a product of the system - the system is now quite AI, since he exchanged the Jun kiln firing technique, there are more porcelain exchange items.

In addition to the Tai kiln, in fact, there are other noble official kilns, but Lin Haven has no intention of exchanging them.

"Old Tan," Gu Yizhi also looked at it carefully, and with his appraisal level of porcelain, he naturally looked more like: "This, this can't be the real thing, right? How can it be such a big thing." ”

"If I, Tan Wenzong, can even read the Taiyao wrong, I will be blind to these two tricks. If it is fake, when the first vessel of Shitai kiln, it is it. ”