I hesitated and spoke softly to Tao Bozhen.

Tao Bozhen looked sideways at the Mongolian girl, frowned and thought for only two seconds, then pursed his lips and smiled.

I said thank you, and I didn't look back and gently hooked my hands.

The Mongolian girl jumped up excitedly, scolded and threatened Li Zihua, and rushed towards me.

A few minutes later, Tao Bozhen led me up to the third floor and then to the top.

In this large area of Liulichang, the floor of Rong Bao Zhai's main store is the highest.

When I got to the top floor, I was cheerful in front of me, and I had a panoramic view of the entire glaze factory.

"The teacher's eyes are not good, this light is good, and he can still bask in the sun."

"Just when the teacher read the newspaper, he said that the old guy from Goro Sakamoto donated a Cizhou kiln white glazed basin to the treasure island Gubo. I lose my temper. Let's wait next to us. Don't mind."

Tao Bozhen said a few words to me, and quietly walked to the sun room with the best view.

That childlike virtue made the Mongolian girl dumbfounded.

"Assistant Tong, who is Goro Sakamoto? What is a Cizhou kiln white glaze basin?"

I explained softly.

Goro Sakamoto, the master of the house. World-class collectors for everyone.

The things he has handled are all first-class national treasures.

In 72, he smashed 180 million foot basin coins, which is about 400,000 dollars, to buy a peony pot in the Yuan Dynasty, which caused a sensation all over the world.

Since then, it has also kicked off the prelude to the sky-high prices of Shenzhou porcelain.

In 99, this person shot again, and 30 million Hong Kong Island coins pocketed the Chenghua Doucai Chicken Cup.

So as to create the first record of Shenzhou ancient porcelain auction!

This man is known as the little Napoleon of the collecting world on the Europa side.

In China, there are many collectors who worship Sakamoto Goro to the core.

However, in his bones, this person is a cultural relics dealer.

He is in China and has a very good friend.

is also Qiu Yanzhi, a cultural relics dealer.

In the first half of the last century, these two cultural relics dealers were in a foot basin and the other in China, and they sent things out vigorously.

Throughout the ages, none of the dealers in cultural relics have been clean.

After the change, these cultural relics dealers saw that the domestic situation was very good, and boldly donated a few things to the National Museum Mobo, and immediately turned into international friends and patriotic businessmen.

changed a vest, came back to the old business, exploited the legal loopholes, and sold at a low price. and whether he is white or black, he will take it all as it is.

As for the white glazed basin of the Cizhou kiln, it is a good thing. The things of the Jin Dynasty are rare in China now.

"You, do you know Tao Lao?"

"Hmm."

The Mongolian girl tilted her head and looked at me, "You really know Tao Lao?"

"Hmm!"

"Do you know who Tao Lao is?"

"One side. I don't know."

The Mongolian girl came up to me without any discipline, and crossed her fingers and spoke as fast as a gun.

"Chairman of Bozhen Auction House. Director of the country's first private museum. The first person in Yandu collection. Shenertai Treasure Judge, Huaxia Gate Judge, Thousand Pulpits......

My face was blank and unmoved.

In my heart, Tao Bozhen is still the fish head who wants to pick up the big leak in the official's suitcase!

After chattering endlessly, the Mongolian girl was still unsatisfied: "I knew that you knew Tao Lao, and I spent so much effort to ask someone to find a relationship. How did you meet Tao Lao? I just saw that Tao Lao was a little scared of you."

"That's your delusion."

The gossip furnace in the eyes of the Mongolian girl ignited the three-flavor true fire that tempered the monkey: "I just saw it with my own eyes. I'm a notoriously sharp-eyed person at headquarters! You're definitely not an ordinary person."

I pursed my lips and whispered, "I'm in the second class."

The Mongolian girl squinted, glanced at me hatefully, and then approached me again and whispered, "Do me a favor." Later, please ask Mr. Wang to inscribe the middle hall. I'll invite you to dinner."

I whispered, "I'll ask you to eat

Rice. Please don't ask me for help."

The Mongolian chick twisted, "Please. Child Assistant. Child labour. In the future, I will be your inner response. There is something about Fangzhou at the headquarters, and I will be the first to inform you."

"The old lady of the Li family said that if you can't get the inscription of Wang Lao, you won't give us cultural sponsorship in the future."

"If I can't complete the mission, the editor-in-chief will kill me."

I don't really like the gossip heart of a Mongolian girl, but I appreciate this girl's straightforward and sincere character.

"Is there a commission for the two million sponsorships given by Li Zihua?"

"Yes. Five ten-thousandth."

"Do you want to earn a big order with a 10-point commission?"

Mongolian chick blinked: "How much?"

I spoke quietly, "Ten points. Two million!"

Immediately, the Mongolian girl was frightened, her face was full of horror and horror, and she trembled and said, "There are too many. I can't afford it."

I lowered my eyelids and turned to the sunroom.

At this moment, Tao Bozhen had already come over and waved at me like a child.

There are very few sunrooms in China now, especially the one in front of me that can even retract the roof automatically, which is very rare.

Outside the door, two cheongsam beauties stood in a regular manner, and at the door, a middle-aged man held a wheelchair without squinting.

In the sun room, seven or eight old men in the sixtieth armor gathered around the large flat table, and their eyes never left the front.

As soon as I entered the room, more than a dozen steady eyes were projected from me, and I could see me inside and out.

"Didn't he Goro Sakamoto donate a Cizhou kiln white-glazed basin to Gubo in Baodao Province? As for such a high profile?"

"The next time I meet him, I'll ask him what he said about the hundred boxes of rare books that I personally recovered?"

"I also want to ask him, when I took these two things from him on behalf of Shenzhou, was I scolding my mother in my heart?" On the large long table in the middle of the conservatory room, there were two very small objects.

One is an enamel gourd bottle less than 10 centimeters high.

The other is a Raden lacquerware box no more than 15 centimeters in length.

If other people saw these two things, they wouldn't be very interested.

But these two things can be called heavy weapons!

Those who can be called heavy weapons by people in the industry all represent an era or a family.

The gourd bottle of the former is the official model of Qianlong.

There are a lot of gourd bottles handed down in the three generations of the Qing Dynasty, but it is not an exaggeration to call it a gourd bottle as high as a cigarette box like this size.

Another Raden lacquerware box is not uncommon to see the style and style.

But the person who made him was a lacquerware master who had no ancients before or after in China!

Bright!

Jiang Qianli!

These two heavy weapons are both national treasures that were plundered from Shenzhou by the foot basin people back then.

Later, after the footbasin was finished, Shenzhou set up a recovery team and retrieved thousands of national treasures from the footbasin.

Later, Shenzhou simply sent people directly into the footbasin and brought back many national treasures!

These national treasures are stored in the Ancient Museum!

History!

In front of the long table, on a large and comfortable sofa, a white-haired old man sits like a standing clock with a cane.

His hair stood on end, and he looked full of energy.

The face full of age spots does not have the twilight of the elderly at all, but is red and bright, and the spirit is extraordinary.

In his left hand, he also held a very delicate grub pot, which was as oily as Hetian jade.

The old man in front of him is Tao Bozhen's teacher.

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