"Director Kuang described quirks as peculiar habits, but it gave me a lot of face. In fact, in addition to the type, there is a little bit of doubt that can barely be regarded as suspicious, but it is not convincing. The expression on Shen Songyan's face was much soothed.

"I want to hear about it!" Kuang Haisheng said humbly. Although he didn't know the details of Shen Songyan, this style was indeed not something that ordinary people could pretend to be.

"The Longquan kiln of the Northern Song Dynasty is actually far less exquisite than the Longquan kiln of the Southern Song Dynasty, and the glaze is too thin, it is easy to be damaged, and once it is bumped, it is easy to have obvious cracks. Look at this piece, it's so perfect, judging from the pulp, it has never been in the ground, if it has been handed down, how can it be preserved so perfectly? Shen Songyan looked at this pomegranate statue and had a strange look.

"It's not uncommon to see perfectly preserved ancient porcelain." Kuang Haisheng groaned.

"So, it can only be barely suspicious, and it can't be convincing." Shen Songyan smiled, "Tang Yi, it's time to say goodbye to Director Kuang." ”

"Good!" Tang Yi smiled and said to Kuang Haisheng again, "Director Kuang, in fact, you can imagine more exaggeratedly, if you find a porcelain in the shape of a cola jar from the Northern Song Dynasty, no matter how consistent the tire, glaze, and pulp are, do you still think that it is a vessel type that has never been found in history?" In essence, for the Northern Song Dynasty, there was no difference between a pomegranate and a cola can. ”

Shen Songyan was laughed by Tang Yi's analogy. Indeed, although what Tang Yi said also has logical loopholes, it can be regarded as a way to think about problems.

Sending Tang Yi and Shen Songyan away, the matter of the Longquan Kiln Pomegranate Zun is no longer the focus of Kuang Haisheng's thinking, he has decided that no matter what other experts think, he will vote against the collection of this cultural relic.

What he was thinking about was the Ru kiln pen wash in the provincial Bo, and the person surnamed Song that Tang Yi introduced just now・・・・・・

And Tang Yi, who was sitting in the car, didn't expect that Shen Songyan only glanced at it and concluded that this pomegranate was a handicraft from ten years ago. Although Shen Songyan did not say a conclusive basis, Tang Yi combined with Baoguang, of course, he was convinced.

Shen Songyan sat in the car with a calm expression.

Tang Yi knew that Shen Songyan was very happy, but after getting in the car, he never had a smiling face, although his expression was peaceful, he was definitely unhappy.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Shen, for upsetting you." Tang Yi said softly.

"It's none of your business, I'm mad at an old friend!" Shen Songyan said slowly.

"Old friends?" Tang Yixin said, I just saw a pomegranate, what does it have to do with my old friend? Could it be that this pomegranate is Shen Songyan's old friend's?

"It's okay to sue you, I made this statue and gave it to a friend ten years ago." Shen Songyan leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

"Huh?" Tang Yi was suddenly startled. But after a little thought, no, it is rumored that Mr. Shen's antique porcelain never flows out, even if it is given to a friend, the bottom payment must be on the word "Shen Yao", and this pomegranate is not paid.

"Back then, this friend said that anyway, it was a type that was not available in the Song Dynasty, and it would not flow to the market, and he promised that it was just self-appreciation, and I owed him a great favor, so I agreed." Shen Songyan said, "I didn't expect it to not only flow to the market, but also be collected as cultural relics." ”

"Your friend may have something unspeakable, so if you can't ask." Tang Yidao.

"I can't ask, he died three years ago. Most of this was the outflow of his children. Shen Songyan shook his head slightly.

"And you're still mad at him? He didn't break his appointment, when he was alive, he kept his promise, how could he control what happened after his death? Tang Yi said softly.

"He didn't die by accident, but he died of illness, and before he died, he could have smashed this statue." As he spoke, Shen Songyan opened his eyes, suddenly looked at Tang Yi and said, "Tang Yi, you see that there is something wrong with this venerable, isn't it because the Northern Song Dynasty does not have such a type?" ”

"I don't say anything in front of you, I'm just because I don't feel right." Tang Yi replied. The brain has nine palaces, and the eyes see five colors, which can indeed be said to be a feeling.

"Feeling ・・・・・・" Shen Songyan nodded and shook his head again, "Throughout the ages, the highest level of imitation is probably feeling." It seems that my level is still not as good as that of my senior brother! ”

"Senior brother?" Tang Yi knew that when Shen Songyan was young, he had worshiped a master of the world as a teacher and learned to make porcelain. Unexpectedly, he also has a senior brother!

"My senior brother is ten years younger than me, but he started early, he has followed Master since he was a child, and after Master died, he was like evaporating from the world, and he could never be found again." Shen Songyan sighed and stopped talking.

At this time, it must be inconvenient to speak anymore. Tang Yi was a little hesitant, he went to see Ruyao Brush Wash tomorrow, should he remind Shen Songyan again? Just hesitated, the car had already arrived at the door of Gebaoduo. Because Tang Yi was thinking about this, his action of getting out of the car slowed down a little.

"Another piece of porcelain is in the Shanhai Provincial Museum, right? I'll contact you tomorrow after sending my granddaughter to school. Shen Songyan said to Tang Yi.

"Thank you!" Tang Yi hurriedly said with a smile.

"You are young, but you are not so busy for your own business, with this public heart, I can't help you." Shen Songyan waved his hand.

Tang Yi got out of the car and walked towards Ge Baoduo, hesitating whether to tell his father and Mao Zhu about it, but finally denied it.

Entering the store, Mao Chai was wandering around a pair of walnuts. "When did you buy it?" Tang Yi asked with a smile.

"I just bought it today, the low stake 'White Lion'." Mao Daodao.

"Don't you like the chrysanthemum bottom of the 'Southern Xinjiang Stone'?" Tang Yi specially dragged the word "chrysanthemum" for a long time. The white lion and the southern Xinjiang stone are both varieties of walnuts, both of which belong to the lion's head, but the appearance is very different. The base of the southern Xinjiang stone is scattered, much like a blooming chrysanthemum, so it is called the bottom of the chrysanthemum by the player.

"The color of the southern Xinjiang stone is too slow, and I don't have that patience." Mao Chai grinned and said, "If there were a pair of hundred-year-old three-edged ones like Mr. Shen, it would be crooked, but it's a pity that it's too expensive." ”

Tang Yi looked at the size of the pair of white lions in Mao Zhu's hand, "This pair is more than 44, and thousands of things are not enough." 44 refers to the walnut side width of more than 44 mm, which is already a large walnut, and under the same conditions, the wider the side, the higher the price.

"Alas, in our line of work, thousands of things are embarrassed to open their mouths." Mao Chai said with a smile, "Let's go see tens of millions of things the day after tomorrow." ”

Tang Yi was still thinking about the Ruyao pen washing, and he hadn't come back to his senses yet, so he said casually, "Okay, you really have to look at tens of millions of things・・・・・・ huh?" Look at tens of millions of things?! ”

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