"Uh..." The people in the wooden house were a little confused, they really couldn't understand, could it really be the Tongquetai tile inkstone? Everyone shook their heads secretly, since the Northern Song Dynasty, Tongquetai tile inkstone has long become a rare treasure, in recent decades it has become a beautiful legend, I have never heard of who has Tongquetai tile inkstone, maybe there is, but it is hidden by collectors, secret, only in a small area.

As for this tile inkstone, it is indeed similar to the Tongquetai tile inkstone recorded in the classics, and it is also a rare old tile inkstone, but there is still a considerable distance compared to the real Tongquetai tile inkstone.

"Thirty-seven thousand."

Liu Sheng was unmoved, and still went his own way to increase the price, as if he would not give up if he did not receive this tile inkstone.

"Forget it, I won't fight with you." Zhao Fatzi waved his hand and said lazily, his fat big hand did not forget to wander on the jade body of the girl in his arms.

Zhao Fatzi started by mining coal mines, giving people the impression that he is a complete nouveau riche, and in order to get rid of this embarrassment, he does not know when he began to buy antiques aggressively. I bought this tile inkstone to decorate his office and enhance his taste, as for the collection or other gods, they are all floating clouds.

"Thirty-seven, Liu Shao gave thirty-seven thousand just now, is there anything higher than this price, if not, then this Tongquetai tile inkstone belongs to Liu Shao." Zhao Hook looked at Zhao Fatzi's appearance and couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, so he said agitation.

"Okay, thirty-seven, this Tongquetai tile inkstone belongs to Liu Shao." Zhao Hook looked at Su Le's sharp eyes, couldn't help but shrink his neck, and suddenly realized that he had done something stupid, and hurriedly announced the results of the auction.

"Hehe, Liu Shao, this is your inkstone, please put it away." Zhao Hook smiled awkwardly, wrapped the Tongquetai tile inkstone in person, and respectfully placed it on Liu Sheng's guest table, and glanced at Su Le, who was sitting on the side, with the rest of his eyes.

"Why don't you hurry up and take out the next piece of the collection, what are you doing here?" Su Le's eyes widened, not angry and arrogant, and said to Zhao Hookzi angrily.

"Yes, yes, yes." Zhao Hook was like being amnestied, and hurriedly ran towards the booth.

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"Third child, you've missed it again." Su Le leaned over, lowered his voice, and said playfully.

"Pick up the leak, where to pick up the leak, this tile inkstone is probably this price outside, and it may be slightly low, it's just a loss-making business." Liu Sheng showed a wry smile, spread his hands, and said with annoyance.

"Come on, Liu Sheng, I don't know about that little bad idea in your stomach." Su Le said disdainfully, in three or four years, Liu Sheng had already understood his temperament clearly.

"Well, there's a new object on Zhao Hook." Liu Shenghao was suffocated in one breath, and said depressedly pointing to Zhao Hook on the booth.

"Everyone, this is a blue and white folded branch fruit-patterned plum vase of Ming Yongle, please take your eyes." Zhao Hook said with some excitement that this is the best object he has collected in recent years, even if it is placed in a large museum, it is a great heavy weapon, and even a treasure of the town hall.

"Boom..." The scene was suddenly detonated, no one thought that there could be such a heavy weapon in the underground black market, looking at it from a distance, all the people could almost conclude in their hearts that this was a Yongle blue and white with a wide open door, if you can play it up close, maybe the credibility can rise by a few percentage points.

If it weren't for the fact that he knew Zhao Hookzi's personality, he would have thought that this underground black market leader in East China would prepare a golden basin to wash his hands and not dry it, and he would never appear in the underground black market again in the future.

This Yongle blue and white plum vase has a small mouth, a round and full mouth, a short neck, and a harmonious shoulder proportion, full and full. The whole body is made of imported green material 'Su Ma Liqing' material, dotted dyeing, due to the relatively large iron content, the eye color is rich and dripping emerald green. The shoulder is painted with a deformed lotus petal pattern, the flower is painted in the pattern, the broken branch fruit drawn on the bottle body, three branches of each size, there are Lingxiao flowers, loquats, grapes, lychees, cherries, and the near foot is painted with a banana leaf pattern for a week, and the plain bottom is unglazed.

"You can come on stage and enjoy it, please." Zhao Hook waved his hand, and he stood next to him to give up the best position to his descendants.

"Oh, mygod, oh my God, this is God's handiwork." As soon as Zhao Hook's words fell, Mr. Smith rushed forward, almost out of place with agility, and his eyes flashed with dazzling obsession.

Liu Sheng has long been obsessed with Smith, for Westerners, for porcelain, has their own opinions, as early as after the opening of the Silk Road, porcelain, silk, tea was continuously transported to the West, by the local people's enthusiasm. Since then, porcelain, silk, and tea have become luxuries, but they have not prevented others from loving it.

"Huh?"

Liu Sheng looked at the countless dense ice cracks formed around the plum bottle, the bottom of the book has the "Ming Yongle Year" six-character book, the edge is covered with flint red, the glaze is delicate, thick, even, moist, there is no orange peel on the surface, which is completely in line with the basic characteristics of Yongle blue and white.

"The reserve price is one million, please bid."