Play treasure master

Chapter 135
Shen Ge suddenly said solemnly, "I'm thanking you again and inviting you to dinner again, and I haven't said anything about you since the last time we met at Cidu, right?"

Yu Yao narrowed his eyes slightly, with a half-smile.

"Okay, I formally apologize for my previous bad comments about you!"

"That's about the same, you can take a look."

"You can really pretend. When you talk about the Mansheng Pot, your eyes shine brightly, and you still have to take me for a while. If I don't follow you, won't you be riding a tiger?"

"Well, you performed well today." Yu Yao finally stopped laughing, "What's the problem? I'll just call Mr. Shen myself after you leave."

"I almost didn't want you to succeed, and I changed my mind for some reason." Shen Ge shook his head, "Maybe in comparison, the owner of the Mansheng pot is even more annoying."

Yu Yao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "You're really good. When I agree, I'll say something ugly."

Shen Ge also couldn't help pursing his lips and chuckling, then picked up the phone and called Shen Zhongyuan, saying that he happened to have dinner with Yu Yao, so he started talking about it.

After hanging up the phone, Shen Ge told Yu Yao that he could make an appointment with that person in the afternoon; however, if he still can't make a decision this time, it would be a bit of a loss.

"What's the point? If you still can't make a decision, you can decide on the price. 800 million, how can it be so easy for him to find a buyer?"

"I mean, can you make a final decision?"

"What do you think?"

Shen Ge bit his lip, "Your eyesight is really amazing, I really believe it."

"I love hearing that."

Shen Chong lived in the villa area by the river, not far from the place to eat. Shen Ge drove there in less than a quarter of an hour.

"You don't have to go to work in the afternoon?" Yu Yao asked casually after getting off the car at the gate of Shen Chongyuan's villa.

"It's mainly about setting up the exhibition. The Porcelain Miscellaneous Department will finish its work in the morning, and there will be a meeting in the evening. I just happen to be free in the afternoon."

Just as he was talking, Zhong Zhongyuan came out from the door, "Xiao Yu, welcome."

Yu Yao slapped his forehead, "Oh, Mr. Shen, I came in a hurry, I forgot to prepare the gift."

"Why are you so polite? Please come in!"

Sitting down in the living room, tea was already cooked on the coffee table, and the nanny came over with a plate of dried fruit and put it down.

Yu Yao saw that there was also a purple clay teapot on the coffee table, which was obviously not the same as the tea set used for making tea, but there was also the fragrance of tea coming out of it.

Shen Ge poured a cup of tea for Yu Yao and himself.And Shen Shenyuan picked up the purple sand pot and took a sip directly at the spout.

Yu Yao looked at the purple clay pot in Shen Zhongyuan's hand.

This is a bamboo drum pot. The body of the pot is like a drum. The spout, handle and lid button are all in the shape of bamboo branches, and a few bamboo leaves are pasted on the lid.The ampulla is slightly retracted, with inscriptions and patterns engraved on it, but Yu Yao can't see clearly.

This bamboo drum pot is made of mud.Duanni, also known as Tuanni, is a symbiosis of purple mud and green mud. The color is not like the more common purple mud and vermilion mud, but a beige and slightly gray color.

Judging from the patina, this pot should have a history of about a hundred years.

"Old Shen, the bamboo drum pot in your hand looks like it is also the work of a famous artist in the Republic of China!" Yu Yao said.

"Good eyesight!" Shen Zhongyuan laughed, and then put down the bamboo drum pot in his hand, "Just take a look."

Yu Yao thought to himself, it seems that Shen Zhongyuan still wants to try himself first.After all, in front of him, he had never shown his eyesight on purple clay teapots.

Yu Yao picked it up carefully, and lifted it up to look at the inscription on the bottom of the pot. It was in square seal characters: Tiehuaxuan.

After putting it down, he picked up the lid of the pot again, and looked at the seal inside the lid, the two-character square seal in regular script: Dasheng.

By the way, Yu Yao looked at the inscriptions and patterns on the ampulla that he hadn't seen clearly before.

The inscription is in cursive: Fragrant tea is like a beauty, never sip it in vain.The pattern is mountain stone orchid grass.

However, the inscriptions and patterns on the ampulla are not signed.From the composition point of view, it may be in order not to destroy the overall beauty of the inscriptions and patterns.

Yu Yao quickly glanced up and down, and within ten seconds, "Mr. Shen, this is an authentic Fan Dasheng made by Tiehuaxuan in the Republic of China. But the inscription on the pot is not signed, and I think it looks like Rao Shouchuan's knife skills and brushwork. "

Fan Dasheng, who lived from the late Qing Dynasty to the Republic of China, can be called a famous purple sand master of the last generation.Just such a bamboo drum pot would cost hundreds of thousands to say the least.It is a bit extravagant to drink tea directly.

And Tiehuaxuan was a well-known purple sand company during the Republic of China. It hired many purple sand technicians to make pots, and then sold them for a profit.There are many famous masters among them, and Fan Dasheng is one of the pot-making technicians who have been hired.The pot inscription that Yu Yao said resembled Rao Shouchuan's knife skills and brushwork, and Rao Shouchuan was also a ceramic engraver hired by Tiehuaxuan.

Although Shen Zhongyuan was mentally prepared, he was still stunned, with a feeling that his throat was tight and he couldn't speak.

Yu Yao's ability to come shows that he must have the eyesight on a purple clay teapot, and being able to see that it is the authentic product of Fan Dasheng also proves this point.But the problem is that the inscriptions and patterns on the pot belly are not signed, so he can still see that it was engraved by Rao Shouchuan? !

Rao Shouchuan is much less famous than Fan Dasheng, because his skills are mainly in pottery carving, not pot making.It is very difficult to determine that it is Rao Shouchuan's knife and brushwork without signature, unless you have seen a lot of his inscriptions.If even Rao Shouchuan, who is not very famous, has seen many inscriptions, how many other famous artists have he seen?
Shen Zhongyuan knew that it was engraved by Rao Shouchuan, because this pot was passed down in an orderly manner, and there was a detailed introduction when it came.This pot belonged to his friend in Shanghai, and his father bought it himself in Tiehuaxuan back then, so he knew it in detail.Ten years ago, Zhong Yuan exchanged a piece of porcelain with a friend.

But Yu Yao definitely doesn't know!

For a moment, Shen Zhongyuan felt that his three views had been impacted. Are there any types of antiques that Yu Yao doesn't understand?The key is that he is too young!
Looking at Shen Shenyuan's state, Shen Ge knew that Yu Yao's score was not bad, so he couldn't help calling out, "Grandpa!"

"Oh!" Shen Zhongyuan came back to his senses, "Xiao Yu, purple sand pots are a special category of pottery. I didn't start to really study it until I was 50 years old, but it's not too long now. When did you start to know it? ?”

"It's not long, but it's just a concentrated study of Tie Huaxuan." Yu Yao briefly mentioned it, and then asked, "Old Shen, do you know the origin of that Mansheng pot?"

Shen Zhongyuan coughed lightly, "I have a friend in Shanghai who is good at purple clay pots. He has passed away. The owner of the goods this time is his nephew. His nephew once studied with him and is a purple clay pot merchant. But this The purple clay teapot definitely does not belong to my friend, his nephew said that it was returned from overseas, a customer bought it from an antique shop abroad, and then he took it back.”

Yu Yao nodded, "When will he come?"

Shen Zhong looked at the time, "It should be here."

As soon as the voice fell, the doorbell rang.

(End of this chapter)