Urban Madness

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Death-and-no-regret!

These words burst into the ears of everyone in the field like a thunder.

Both the father and mother, Cui Jiaojiao, and others were dumbfounded and dumbfounded, with an unbelievable expression.

Although Xiao Guangjun's words were exaggerated, they were enough to prove the preciousness of this purple clay pot!

What's more, Xiao Guangjun is not someone who has never seen the world, but a well-known big collector in Huahai City. He has come into contact with countless antiques and cultural relics, including even national treasures worth more than 100 million yuan!

The words "Peerless Treasures" came out of his mouth, and they were full of gold.

For a while, there was silence in the venue, and the needle drop was audible.

And Cui Jiaojiao's face rose to the color of pig liver, which was even more ugly than eating shit.

She asked Xiao Guangjun to identify the purple clay teapot in the first place, just to ridicule Ye Fan in this way, so as to overwhelm Xiao Yunrong!

But Cui Jiaojiao never expected that the seemingly inconspicuous second-hand goods turned into a treasure in a flash!

And her behavior was tantamount to shooting herself in the foot.

Compared with this priceless purple clay pot, what counts the old cigarettes and wine that Yang Dawei sent home?

However, Cui Jiaojiao still didn't give up and asked loudly, "Sanjiu, are you wrong? How could this be a real antique? Isn't it a fake?"

"Fake?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Guangjun frowned, and said solemnly, "Jiaojiao, are you doubting my vision?"

There was also a bit of sullen expression in his tone.

Xiao Guangjun was knowledgeable, noble, and always confident of his own vision.

Now, Cui Jiaojiao, an "outside man" who knows nothing about antiques, dares to question him in front of everyone, which makes him feel a little unhappy.

"Uncle San, I didn't mean that! But...Where can that kid get such a valuable gift?" Cui Jiaojiao said, squinting at Ye Fan, full of contempt.

Before, she inquired about Ye Fan's family background and knew that he was just a poor boy who grew up by his father's stall.

Although she is now glamorously dressed, in her opinion, Ye Fan is definitely a little white face blowing Xiao Yunrong's soft rice, so how can he randomly come up with sky-high antiques as a meeting ceremony?

Feeling the aggressiveness in Cui Jiaojiao's tone, Xiao Guangjun frowned and turned to Xiao Guangping and said:

"Brother, since I have this opportunity today, then I will borrow flowers to offer Buddha, let you see the wonderfulness of this purple clay pot!"

As he said, he carefully turned the purple clay pot upside down, with the bottom facing up, and then said: "Brother, what are the words written on it?"

As soon as this statement came out, it immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the field.

Looking into the distance, I saw black lacquer on the bottom of the pot, red traces looming under the lacquer, and four characters in regular script printed on it——

Made by Shi Dabin!

"Shi Dabin?!"

Seeing this name, Rao Xiao Guangping couldn't help but exclaimed, and said incredulously: "Third brother, is it possible...this teapot was made by Shi Dabin?"

...

Shi Dabin was a master craftsman of Yixing Zisha art in the Ming Dynasty. He was famous and widely spread. I don't know how many literati and poets praised him.

He mixed sand into the mud and created a sand-adjusting method to make pots. The ancients called it "the sand has a coarse texture and a uniform texture", which is very interesting.

In terms of forming techniques, we improved the method of making the "chopped wood as a mold" for the spring, and combined the forming method of the punching tube with the forming method of the inlay tube, thereby determining the basic method of inlaying and forming the mud piece of the purple sand pot. A great leap in the method of making purple clay teapots; and the first square and round teapot styles, which became the typical styles of purple clay teapots.

Moreover, Shi Dabin's creative attitude is extremely serious. Every time he encounters a dissatisfied work, he will destroy it, even if it is broken.

Because of this, Shi Dabin's surviving works are very rare, but there are only dozens of them.

Most of the collections are collected by major national museums, and only a small part has been passed on to private collectors. Once they came out, they were repeatedly sold at high prices.

If this purple clay pot is genuine, it will cost at least ten million yuan, and it still has a priceless existence.

When everyone was shocked, Xiao Guangjun carefully rubbed the purple clay pot again, acting as gentle as he was touching his lover's skin, and continued:

"Brother, there are four diagnostic methods in Chinese medicine: hope, smell, question, and cut. To identify purple clay pots, you can also use the four methods of looking, smelling, listening, and cutting.

Hope is to look at the color of the purple sand mud. Although the real purple sand mud is colorful, it is not bright. It has a dark light and is not bright. To smell is to smell the smell of teapots. New pots generally only have a vulgar smell and no other smell. Only the purple clay pots after soaking will have a light tea fragrance.

To listen, just use the lid of the pot to lightly stroke the mouth of the pot, the sound should be like jade. To cut, is to touch the purple clay pot with your hand. The one just out of the kiln may be a bit dry, and it will become jade after being raised. "

Xiao Guangjun played with the purple clay teapot while sharing relevant knowledge with everyone.

Everyone found that the purple clay pot was one-to-one corresponding to what Xiao Guangjun said, and it was definitely considered the best among the purple clay pots.

The next moment, the eyes of everyone in the field fell on Ye Fan again, his face full of suspiciousness.

Taking Shi Dabin's purple clay pot as a meeting ceremony is not invaluable!

Even a billionaire, I am afraid that he does not have this arrogance.

But now, it is beyond common sense that Ye Fan, a little-known kid, has made such a big shot!

However, Ye Fan always showed composure, calmness and calmness, and looked like an outsider, as if everything was under control.

After all, Ye Fan knew that this purple clay pot was Sun Zhengyi's collection, and he was also his lifesaver.

How can the gifts given by a rich man like him worth tens of billions be bargains?

But in this way, Ye Fan's body seemed to have an additional layer of mist, which became mysterious in the eyes of everyone.

Xiao Guangping pondered for a moment, then looked at Ye Fan and said in a deep voice, "Xiao Ye, I misunderstood you just now, please forgive me! But... this purple clay pot is too expensive, you should take it back!"

This is the second time Xiao Guangping refused to accept gifts.

Before, he disliked that the purple clay pot was second-hand and felt that he was underestimated, so he refused angrily.

But this time, he was shocked by the preciousness of this gift.

Although Xiao Guangping was worth a lot of money, but he was incapable of doing anything, so naturally he didn't want to accept such an expensive meeting ceremony.

On the other side, Xiao Yunrong's eyes also showed a look of surprise. Only she in the field knew that Ye Fan was not her real boyfriend at all, but just temporarily pulled over and pretended to be.

She never expected that Ye Fan would prepare such a generous gift.

At this moment, Xiao Guangjun suddenly walked up to Ye Fan and asked in a deep voice:

"Young man, since you are Yun Rong's boyfriend, then I will ask you to yell Xiaoye! I have a question about this purple clay pot, can you please answer me questions?"

"Uncle, please speak!" Ye Fan said politely.

"Xiao Ye, where did you get this purple clay pot?" Xiao Guangjun asked in a deep voice, looking straight at Ye Fan with a pair of piercing eyes.

"I heard Yun Rong say that Uncle Xiao likes to drink tea, so I asked a friend to prepare it." Ye Fan said lightly.

"Oh? Friends?"

When Xiao Guangjun heard this, he raised his eyebrows and said suspiciously: "Xiao Ye, then you friend, you are too generous in your shots. Feel free to give you such a peerless treasure!

Moreover, the purple clay pot made by Shi Dabin is rarely circulated on the market. The last time it appeared was three years ago. It is said that it was photographed by Sun Zhengyi, the chairman of the Huahai billionaire Lingtian Group, at a high price of 30 million.

Although I haven't seen Dong Sun's purple clay pot with my own eyes, I have heard a few friends talk about it! It happened that the pot you gave to my eldest brother is seven to eighth similar to the one in Sun Dong's collection! "

Hearing these words, Ye Fan raised his eyebrows and did not immediately answer.

He didn't expect that Xiao Guangjun's knowledge was so extraordinary, he guessed the origin of this pot.

However, Ye Fan didn't want to expose the relationship between himself and Sun Zhengyi, and he didn't know how to explain it for a while.

However, seeing his hesitating look, Yang Dawei stood up excitedly as if grabbing a handle, pointing to Ye Fan and said strangely:

"Huh... you are a poor boy, how could you have something to do with a big man like Sun Dong? Could this purple clay pot be stolen?"