The two of them are the same door, no matter what, it has to be interesting.

When Tang Xiling heard Zhao Xuan and Zhang Yu call them "juniors", her face couldn't help but flash a look of doubt. Then he smiled and said, "Senior, what a coincidence, this is also your junior...... I don't know who his teacher is......"

"Uh......" Zhao Xuan said stiffly: "His teacher is also my teacher, Professor Yu ......"

"It turns out that you are also Professor Yu's senior apprentice...... Fortunately, I will be fortunate to ......" Tang Xiling smiled, then looked at Zhao Xuan, and said deliberately: "No...... Senior, I just heard that you have a junior, when will there be another junior......"

"This year...... The teacher just accepted the student ......," Zhao Xuan said.

"That's right...... That's even more congratulations on being able to become Professor Yu's student...... But Sansheng is fortunate to ......," Tang Xiling said to Zhang Yu.

"Thank you, thank you......" Zhang Yu inevitably felt that the taste was a little wrong, but because of what, he didn't know.

"Ahem......"

Two coughs, rang out.

This was Tang Ziwen's cough, he glanced at his daughter, and then said, "Xiling, haven't you said hello to your grandfather and uncle yet......"

"Yes, yes......" Tang Xiling nodded hurriedly.

Tang Ziwen followed to help introduce his daughter, and each of these people present, Tang Xiling and Zhao Xuan greeted each other respectfully. After a polite circle, I took my seat.

When they sat down, someone else walked in.

There were three people entering, led by a seventy-year-old man, who was dressed in a silver robe, like an ancient scholar or an old scholar. He had silver hair and a gray beard. Behind him, on the left and right, were two women in cheongsam, both of whom held tea trays with teacups and teapots in their hands.

Seeing the old man present, everyone present stood up one after another, and they all greeted with a smile, "Boss Qu......" "President Qu, you are here...... ......

"Come, come, let you wait for a long time, I'm really embarrassed to ......" Boss Qu looked kind, and asked the two cheongsam women to pour tea for everyone, and he walked to the empty position in the middle and sat down.

It is not difficult to see that this should be the main seat, or it can be said to be the main seat.

He sat down first, and the others sat down.

Boss Qu smiled again and said, "There are a few more faces this year......

Master Mao immediately introduced, "Brother Qu, this is my nephew Zhang Yu, who is also quite interested in antiques or something, and asked me to bring him over to open my eyes...... I thought, just fulfill him, please don't mind......"

"How so? It's great to have young people who like this. Boss Qu said.

Master Mao said again: "Xiao Zhang, it's not called Uncle Qu yet." Uncle Qu is the owner of Xinpin Teahouse, the president of the Antique Association, and an old friend of mine. ”

"Uncle Qu, hello." Zhang Yu stood up and greeted politely.

"Good, good...... Sit, sit ......," Boss Qu said kindly.

Subsequently, it was Tang Ziwen who introduced him, and Zhao Xuan and Tang Xiling also got up to salute.

Boss Qu is still like this, and then he picked up the tea and proposed to let everyone taste his tea first.

Sure enough, it is a high-quality tea, Zhang Yu thinks, no less than the tea that he drank with Lord Mao. Of course, exactly how many, he doesn't know.

Uncle Quan, who sells tea, praised again and again, saying that it was this superb Tieguanyin, and he didn't get much this year, so he sold it after selling it, and he didn't taste it, but he didn't expect to drink it here.

After gossiping for a while, Boss Qu said: "The tea has also been drunk, and our treasure appreciation meeting today can officially begin." It's still the old rule, starting with the last person to arrive, and taking out their collections one by one. ”

After speaking, Boss Qu unfolded the folding fan he brought, and the fan was a picture of a lady.

Zhang Yu has almost no discerning vision for the good of calligraphy and painting. As long as the painting is similar, he thinks it is good.

Of course, he already has the skills to identify antiques, and he doesn't need to observe at all to determine whether an object is genuine or not.

Now I am not the first person to take out the collection, it is enough. I can verify through the collections of others whether the skills I have mastered are really effective.

After all, the things he brought out of Guo Xiao's tomb had the same breath on them. The wrench that Lord Mao gave him, whether there was an ancient breath on it, he needed to give an answer through other genuine products.

Boss Qu's fan began to pass from the right hand, these people seem to be experts, they are very careful about the observation of the fan, and the last focus is on the position of the payment.

After everyone read it, they all nodded slightly and passed it on to the next person, and no one directly expressed their opinions.

After a while, the fan passed to the hands of Lord Mao. Like everyone else, Mr. Mao also carefully identified and carefully looked at the payment. After seeing it, he also nodded and handed the fan to Zhang Yu.

The fan has turned yellow and looks really old. The picture of the lady painted on it seems to Zhang Yu to look like it. However, there are so many modern fans, and the paintings on them are all good in Zhang Yu's eyes, so I really can't tell the difference, how to call it good, how to count it badly.

In the position of the inscription, it is the word "Tang Yin" written in traditional Chinese.

Zhang Yu must have heard of this name, this is a celebrity, there are many TV series and movies about this alone, and it is called a double masterpiece of calligraphy and painting.

There are also seals next to the name of "Tang Yin", but there is not only one seal on the fan, but several. Zhang Yu has heard of this, that is, some collectors like to print their seals on it.

Zhang Yu didn't care about this, and according to yesterday's comprehension, he felt the breath on this thing.

You can't feel it with your eyes closed as you can at home. There is no difference between closing your eyes and opening your eyes, it is nothing more than a state of mind.

When you have mastered the doorway, you just need to calm your mind for a while. Soon, Zhang Yu felt that there was an ancient atmosphere on the fan. And this breath is much lighter than that on his talc seal and Baipi knife.

Zhang Yu understands that the stronger the ancient atmosphere, the longer the years. In Tang Yin's era, it was only more than 500 years from now, and the ancient atmosphere was naturally not as strong as that of the Baipi Dao.

This time, Zhang Yu had a plan in his heart, not to mention whether this fan was painted by Tang Yin, it must be an old object.

If the old objects have an ancient atmosphere on them, it is not difficult for him to be sure that the wrench given to him by Noble Mao is a fake at all.

Lord Mao's purpose, he doesn't know, it can't be to play him, right?

Today's three chances to ask the mind are gone, and I can't ask if I want to. He simply followed the example of others, nodded, and handed the fan to the person next to him.

The fan turned around and returned to Boss Qu's hands. Boss Qu smiled slightly and said, "Everyone has already seen it, and then I will bother you to help you evaluate one or two." It's still the old rule, and the newcomers from this time will be evaluated first. ”