Reborn Treasure Appraiser: I Really Didn’t Want to Be an Expert

Chapter 24 Mingyuan Pot

President Ding walked away, and the other experts had different expressions.

It's hard to tell whether he has good eyesight or not, and I don't know how capable he is, but his calmness and his ability to be a cunning man with a hidden agenda are already comparable to Lin Changqing's.

Director Guan patted Lin Sicheng on the shoulder, his eyes twinkling with smiles: "Not bad, young man!"

As for what was good about it, Lin Sicheng didn't know either.

After a few words of encouragement, Director Guan said he was going back to the unit. He also specifically greeted Hao Jun and said that he was not busy that day and asked him to go to the forensic center to look at a few things.

Lin Sicheng realized it later: "Brother Hao, are you the consultant of the Municipal Forensic Center?"

"Yes, your grandfather too, and Chairman Zheng of Min Yi."

No wonder the case of the cultural relics company is still under investigation, but he knows it so clearly?
"But you didn't tell me last time?"

how to say?
Do I mean that I suspect that you stole Professor Lin’s collection and sold it, and am planning to secretly complain to your grandfather?
Hao Jun laughed awkwardly and changed the subject: "Let's go."

"Don't want to see the exhibits anymore?"

"There's still a month left, so it won't be too late to look at it later. If you're not busy, come with me to the West Warehouse to look at something."

Not busy at all.

I took a week off and didn't have to go to school. My dad was at the hospital.

Lin Sicheng nodded and followed Hao Jun out of the exhibition room: "How did President Ding offend you?"

"He's offended so many people!"

Hao Jun twitched his lips and said, "You have no skills, but you're so arrogant. You always say that academics have become rigid in their thinking and are not even worthy of carrying shoes for practical people."

The antique circle is diverse, and Lin Sicheng is not surprised.

The "academic" Hao Jun refers to refers to those who graduated from university and studied cultural heritage preservation, archaeology, and appreciation. For example, my grandfather, Hao Jun, and Director Guan.

Of course, he counts too.

"So you're just adding fuel to the fire?"

"I'd like to touch him, but ever since your grandfather taught him a lesson, that coward has learned his lesson. At most, he'll be sarcastic, but he never takes a direct hit!"

Hao Jun patted his shoulder and said, "So, I'll rely on you from now on!"

So this is how my grandfather found Yu Youren’s calligraphy?

……

Hao Jun has a car, a brand new Audi A4. In less than half an hour, the two arrived in Xicang.

It used to be a national warehouse, and was later changed into a military warehouse. After the military warehouse was relocated, it became the largest flower and bird market in Xijing City.

There are flowers, birds, fish, insects, cats, dogs, rabbits, foxes, turtles, lizards, snakes and frogs.

It is also the second largest second-hand book market and cultural relics market in Xijing, second only to Xiaodongmen, but with a longer history.

Of course, there are more fakes.

Around 2000, Ma Weidu went to Xijing to visit Chen Zhongshi. Old Chen took him to experience the customs of Chang'an, and the first place they visited was Xicang Xixiang.

As a result, he worked from morning till dark and only had a piece of roujiamo at noon. Lao Ma didn't find anything.

Later, I joked that I would rather visit Panjiayuan than Xicangxi, which shows its uniqueness.

After a secret change of mind, Lin Sicheng followed Hao Jun into the market.

It was Thursday, the day the market opened, and it was very lively inside, with people coming and going, and strange noises coming and going.

The fragrance of flowers, the smell of mud, mixed with the messy smells secreted by various animals, drifted into the nasal cavity.

Possibly due to rhinitis, Hao Jun kept sneezing. The two of them quickened their pace, crossed the North Lane, and arrived at the West Lane, which specialized in antiques.

They walked further in until they reached the middle of the alley and entered a small shop.

It was very cramped, with a dim light bulb hanging on the ceiling, emitting a dim light.

There is no counter, but shelves on all sides, filled with bottles and jars.

Looking at it more closely, well, it fits the characteristics of Xicang quite well. "Oh, Secretary Hao, what a rare guest!"

The wind chimes rang twice, and a hoarse and slightly old voice came over, and a figure sat up on the recliner in the back.

He has a thin face and bright eyes. Judging from his appearance, he is only about forty years old, but his hair is full of silver hair.

Like it was dyed?

Haha...even the people are fake?
Hao Jun got straight to the point: "Old Song, is the pot still there?"

"Of course!" Old Song looked at Lin Sicheng, "Didn't you say you wanted to bring an expert with you?"

"I said he's an expert, do you believe it?" Hao Jun waved his hand, "Stop talking nonsense and get the things quickly!"

"Good things are worth waiting for, why are you in such a hurry?"

Old Song slowly stood up and went into the inner room. After a while, he came out holding a box.

Before the person arrived, Lin Sicheng smelled the scent of sandalwood. When Lao Song opened the box, he took a closer look: a purple clay teapot?
The teapot is not big, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, nearly three inches high and with a mouth no more than two inches, and the sand is faintly visible.

The shape is relatively simple, but the pot is handsome and upright, with ingenious and smooth curves.

The most important thing is the words engraved on the body of the pot: Drink and read, but not to fill the belly. For Yu, my fellow Taoist brother, far away.

There is also a seal in seal script: Chen Mingyuan.

Lin Sicheng's eyelids couldn't help but twitch: Wow, Chen Mingyuan's incense pot?
Who is Chen Mingyuan?

He was a master of purple clay in the early Qing Dynasty and was praised by Emperor Qianlong as "the best of red clay from ancient times to the present."

Therefore, in the Qing Dynasty, a Chen Mingyuan teapot was worth a fortune. As far as Lin Sicheng knows, there are no more than twenty Mingyuan teapots in existence: one is in the National Museum of China, one is in the Shanghai Museum, one is in Taiwan, and the rest are in private collections.

After 2010, four of them were auctioned one after another. The lowest-priced one was sold for 22.8 million at the 15th anniversary celebration of Xiling Auction in 2019.

It’s definitely not that high now, but if he bet tens of millions, he would cut off his head.

Secretly surprised, Lin Sicheng moved closer and asked, "Brother, how much is this pot?"

Hao Jun raised two fingers.

"Twenty million?"

"You're even more corrupt than Old Song?" Hao Jun took a breath. "He only offered two million!"

Two million to buy a Mingyuan pot?
You can't even buy a spout.

So, if this one was real, Lin Sicheng would also dare to cut off his head.

But wrong?
Being the general manager of Rongbaozhai, how could Hao Jun not know how rare the Mingyuan pot is and how much it is worth?
Just as he was secretly suspicious, Hao Jun opened the bag with a "click" sound and stuffed a magnifying glass and a high-intensity flashlight into his hands.

"Help me take a look, carefully!"

Lin Sicheng was stunned: "You want me to see it?"

"I originally wanted to ask your grandfather to take a look. Isn't it a coincidence?"

"No... there are so many experts in the conference hall today?"

Hao Jun shook his head: "You don't understand!"

Who said I don’t understand?
In the antique business, interception and prying are common. For example, you ask Zhang San to come and look at an item, and Zhang San, knowing it's genuine, claims it's fake. Then he sends someone to buy the item.

So if you come across a good piece, either keep quiet or find an expert with good connections to take a look.

What surprised Lin Sicheng was where did Hao Jun's almost blind trust in him come from?

"Don't blame me if you lose!"

"You check first to see if it's real or not, it's up to me whether I buy it or not!"

Lin Sicheng nodded and picked up the magnifying glass and flashlight.

But as soon as the light shone on it, his eyes lit up: Strange?

This pot seems real?

Of course it is not a Mingyuan pot, but judging from the quality, it is at least from the middle Qing Dynasty!
(End of this chapter)