Early the next morning, Zhiqiang rushed to the seafood market.

Brother Liu, a seafood seller, was startled when he heard Zhiqiang say that he wanted to introduce guests to sell Ru porcelain. Suspicious eyes stared at Zhiqiang up and down. Could it be that his secret business was discovered by him?

"Brother Liu. The people who come to buy seafood from you are rich people. Maybe there are people who like to collect antiques?"

Brother Liu suddenly thought that he was almost scared to death by this guy. My heart moved slightly. "I know a guest. He might be a little interested."

"Then there's Brother Lao Liu. The business is really successful, and I will not forget the benefits of Brother Liu."

A few days later, most of the azure six-petal lotus bowls that Zhiqiang had picked up were successfully traded.

Duan Yiyang was surprised when he received the damaged but still exquisite Ru porcelain.

He heard Liu Yang say that Xiao Lingmei's uncle had Ru porcelain fragments in his hands, and he thought that he would accept it if he sold Lingmei for a favor. I didn't expect things to be quite good! Ru porcelain is already extremely rare and precious, and it is a blessing that this small bowl can be preserved for most of it. He even wondered if it was a man-made fake? He vaguely heard a sentence that said that the domestic imitation of Ru porcelain was about to succeed.

Duan Yiyang acted decisively, and if he had doubts, he would never settle them until the next day. He immediately flew BJ from Guangzhou, got off the plane and went straight to Panjiayuan Songshi Xuan.

In Pan's homeland, there is a master in the antique industry he knows, Chen Qianshu, the shopkeeper of Songshi Xuan.

Chen Qianshu is in his 60s, with gray hair and an elegant temperament. His father, Chen Jianfei, was a well-known capitalist before the founding of the People's Republic of China. BJ has industries in Shanghai and Tianjin. Chen gradually flew away with a lifetime of good luck. He was born in a family of merchants, and since he was a child, he has been a merry boy who doesn't know what money is. Before the founding of the People's Republic of China, he accepted the advice of his son Chen Qianshu, sold all his land, and became a landless poor peasant. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, he donated all his industrial assets to the country, and became a red-top businessman. It was his only son Chen Qianshu who suffered for more than ten years: his daughter went to the mountains and went to the countryside, the only remaining ancestral courtyard house was confiscated, and a family of three was sent to the farm for transformation. It wasn't until the state implemented the policy a few years ago that they were let go home, and the courtyard was returned to its original owner.

Duan Yiyang's father, Duan Chenggang, formed a friendship with Chen Qianshu when he was renovating the farm.

After Chen Qianshu returned to Beijing, he relied on the sharp eyes that he had cultivated in the rich and noble pile since he was a child, and started an antique business. In the industry, people call Chen Qianyan and Qianyan Chen. No fake can escape his eyes.

"Yiyang? Rare guests." Chen Qianshu was pleasantly surprised, and looked behind him, "You came alone?"

Yiyang sent a basket of strawberries and said with a smile: "Father was the busiest in the past year, did he receive the New Year's gift he sent you?"

"Roger, grew." Chen Qianshu asked the clerk to make fragrant tea, and welcomed him to the Neriya room with a smile on his face. "Those dried seafood are enough for my family for three years. Don't send it again next year."

Yiyang chatted with him for a while, and said his meaning: "I recently received most of the Ru porcelain bowls by chance."

Chen Qianshu smiled: "Ru porcelain? Show me."

Yiyang pushed a small box to him, and in the crimson silk satin lay a broken azure lotus bowl.

Chen Qianshu's eyes lit up, he put on white gloves, and carefully held them in front of his eyes to observe.

It took a long time for him to sigh softly.

Yiyang couldn't bear his judgment and smiled, "I didn't spend much on this small bowl."

Chen Qianshu looked at him: "It didn't cost much, how much did it cost?"

Yiyang thought to himself, is it really a fake?

"Three thousand."

Chen Qianshu immediately said, "Five thousand. I took it."

Yiyang held the cup and coughed lightly.

"Isn't it, Uncle Chen, is this really Ru porcelain?"

"Is that fake?" Chen Qianshu said angrily, "Look at this color, look at this jade light, look at this shape, there is no doubt that it is genuine. It's a pity, it's a small half, otherwise the price will start at 100,000."

Yiyang's smile deepened: "It's the first time I've seen Ru porcelain from a folk kiln."

Chen Qianshu shook his head, a hint of cunning flashed in his eyes: "Who said that this was fired in a private kiln?"

Yiyang was surprised: "I didn't see a seal at the bottom of the bowl."

Chen Qianshu asked, "Where did you receive this thing?" I guess, Guangzhou? No, the porcelain is so clean, it was collected in Fujian, right? It's probably the piece of land on Porcelain Kiln Street, right?"

Yiyang exclaimed, "You are an old god."

Chen Qianshu took a sip of tea and said leisurely, "There's a story here, just listen to it. I'm not sure if it's true or not." He paused, "The Northern Song Dynasty perished, and the Ru porcelain official kiln escaped and the kiln was destroyed. But there has always been a legend in the Ru kiln world that before the kiln man escaped, he took a kiln of freshly fired Ru porcelain."

And this kind of thing? Yiyang was shocked: "Do you suspect that this is—"

"There is a clear difference between the color and glaze of the official kiln and the private kiln. There is no way, the materials of the folk kiln are definitely not as good as those used by the queen. But the color of this small bowl is definitely produced by the official kiln. The reason why there were no seals left is that you have to ask the officials and potters who were in charge of firing porcelain back then, why did they bring them to Fujian?"

Yi Yangran: "Smuggling?"

Chen Qianshu sighed lightly: "In the autumn of troubled times, the building will collapse, and this kind of thing is not uncommon. It is not easy for the official kiln to go to sea, of course, you can only assume the identity of the private kiln."

Yiyang was silent.

Chen Qianshu said: "I don't know if you have heard of something this summer, I found an abandoned old kiln in Fujian Porcelain Kiln Street, which was full of Ru porcelain fragments."

Yiyang frowned: "I haven't heard much." He chuckled, "No wonder you guessed where it came from."

Chen Qianshu caressed the celadon lotus bowl and put it back in the box: "Five thousand, do you want to make a move?"

Yiyang put away the box: "I'll help you find a better one."

Chen Qianshu raised his eyebrows: "I remember what you said today."

Only then did he notice the strawberries brought by Yiyang, and asked in surprise, "Why are there strawberries for the New Year?"

Yiyang smiled, "This is planted by a girl surnamed Xiao in Yunlai Village, where your daughter settled in the queue."

Chen Qianshu called it magical.

"My daughter's family said that everything in the capital is good. It's that vegetables and fruits are not as good as Fujian. Winter strawberries are still grown. They must be happy to see it."

Yiyang said meaningfully, "Your grandson must be the happiest."

Chen Qianshu mentioned his grandson and was very proud: "Jun Xiao, this child, I can't wait for his surname to be Chen."

Yiyang smiled: "Wait for him to study in medical university for two years, and find a way to send him to study abroad."

"That's what I thought, too." Chen Qianshu smiled heartily, "Look at his creation."

Duan Yiyang wanted to go back to Guangzhou for the New Year and did not stay in BJ. After getting off the plane, a car took him home, and when he passed by the Guangzhou Friendship Store, his sloppy gaze suddenly froze.

A wonderful figure broke into his sight from far and near. The winter in Guangzhou is not cold, Xiao Lingmei is wearing a pair of dark blue skinny jeans, a white turtleneck sweater on the upper body, a milk-coffee colored waist-length tweed coat, black hair hanging down the shoulders, and a cold temperament and jade-like appearance.

Why is Xiao Lingmei in Guangzhou? What do you want to do when you're dressed up so outstanding?

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