Huo Xing'an looked gloomy after answering Li Yuanlang's call.

His wife, Wen Xiumei, pushed the door in with a porcelain vase in her arms. Seeing her husband's displeased expression, she asked, "Who messed with you? Your face is as black as the bottom of the pot."

Rolling his eyes at his wife, Huo Xing'an picked up the cigarette box on the table, took out one, put it in his mouth, lit it and took a few deep puffs without answering.

Her husband didn't say anything, and Wen Xiumei didn't ask any questions. Instead, she placed the porcelain vase in front of Huo Xing'an and said, "Old Huo, what do you think of this porcelain I just bought? Guan'er vases from official kilns in the Song Dynasty are very rare in the world.

, I really found a treasure.”

Huo Xing'an narrowed his eyes, took two palm-sized ear bottles, looked at them carefully for a long time, and asked doubtfully: "How much did you spend to buy this thing?"

Wen Xiumei held out two fingers, and Huo Xing'an guessed: "Twenty thousand!"

"Yeah." Wen Xiu Mei's eyebrows were full of joy as she told about the origin of the Guan'er bottle.

She met a master collector from Beijing through a friend's recommendation.

After a lot of talking, she reluctantly gave up this thing for the sake of her introducer.

Huo Xing'an and his wife Wen Xiumei have a common hobby, collecting antiques.

It is involved in all antiques, calligraphy and painting, and it has a history of more than ten or twenty years.

In another house of his, antique calligraphy and paintings collected over the years are specially stored.

In terms of identification level, Huo Xing'an is slightly better.

Not only does he like research, but he also has experts in this field as his disciples. Generally speaking, he has certain appraisal abilities.

After looking at it for a long time and weighing it in his hands, Huo Xing'an shook his head and said, "This thing is fake at first glance. You have been tricked by someone."

"No way!"

Wen Xiumei snatched it away and looked at it in front of her eyes. She also looked at the light repeatedly, insisting that her husband was wrong.

Seeing his wife's resolute attitude, Huo Xing'an simply put out the cigarette he had smoked a few times in the ashtray, took the magnifying glass and observed it carefully again.

After a long while, he put down the magnifying glass and said calmly: "It must be fake, a modern imitation. Look at the inscriptions on it. Ancient craftsmen carved them stroke by stroke with a carving knife, so there will inevitably be frustrations.

"

"And the characters on it are flowing and flowing, without a sense of frustration. It looks like they were carved with a computer. Also, the ear-piercing bottle should be light and thin, but this one is obviously heavier."

"Things from thousands of years ago should have traces of time, but I haven't seen any traces of moisture from thousands of years ago. Even if there is moisture, it has been treated with softener or matte agent."

Huo Xing'an's words caused Wen Xiumei's good mood to plummet instantly.

The thought of spending 20,000 yuan to buy a fake bottle made her feel sick.

"Xiumei, think about it. If it were an authentic product from the Song Dynasty and had been well preserved for thousands of years, its market value would be more than 200,000 yuan. You only spent 20,000 yuan, which is ten times the difference. You are not his relative, so he would keep ten yuan.

I don’t need tens of thousands, but I can hand it over to you? Isn’t it realistic?”

Wen Xiumei still refused to give up, nagging, "I have already called Gu Xiuzhuang and asked him to come over and help with the appraisal."

"Gu Xiuzhuang!" Huo Xing'an frowned and immediately denied with a cold face, "No, we can't let him come."

"Why?" Wen Xiumei looked puzzled.

Gu Xiuzhuang also likes to collect. If he is rich, he collects good things. Many of them were bought at high prices from auctions.

There are many real things, which naturally improves his identification ability.

Wen Xiumei had private contacts with Gu Xiuzhuang in this regard, but they were limited to exchanging experiences with each other and did not have any financial relationship.

"You don't know." Huo Xing'an did not hide anything and told Wen Xiumei that Shengpin Yacht Company's Qianyue sank at sea.

The four people on board the boat are cadres of Piannan Town. Li Yuanlang takes this matter very seriously and has asked the Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection to intervene in the investigation.

Because according to Li Yuanlang, there are four yacht treasures on the boat.

However, only the cadres and driver of Piannan Town were rescued, and no yacht treasure was found.

Li Yuanlang just called Huo Xing'an and strictly ordered the district committee to cooperate with the municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection in the investigation.

Huo Xing'an was angry because Li Yuanlang severely criticized Jiamei District.

Although this incident caused no casualties, the impact was severe.

Zhang Dong, secretary of the Party Committee of Piannan Town, was Huo Xing'an's former secretary and a cadre promoted by him.

Hearing that the Qianyue had lost contact, Huo Xing'an had already scolded Zhang Dong like crazy.

Why are you so mad when you don’t stay in the office and take a yacht to the sea?

In extraordinary times, everyone behaves with their tail between their legs. In Piannan Town, they bravely brave the wind and make this trouble. If they make such a fuss, aren't they going to cause trouble for him?

When Zhang Dong faced Huo Xing'an, he only admitted his mistake and apologized, and did not dare to say a word of defense.

Huo Xing'an finally calmed down, and his attitude was not as harsh as before.

Now, Li Yuanlang's criticism brought out his anger again, so his face was gloomy and he could not smile.

"The Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection is investigating the Qianyue Ship. It is very inappropriate for you to ask Gu Xiuzhuang to come to our house at this time. Go, call him, make up any excuse, and push the matter away."

As soon as Huo Xing'an finished speaking, the nanny came in to report that Gu Xiuzhuang was downstairs and was waiting to open the door.

"Really." Huo Xing'an rolled his sleeves, walked into the back bedroom with his hands behind his back, closed the door, and closed the door behind him.

He disappeared, but Wen Xiumei disappeared.

Soon, Gu Xiuzhuang appeared in her living room.

After sitting down, Gu Xiuzhuang was very anxious and asked Wen Xiumei to bring the Guan'er bottle. He wanted to take a look.

Gu Xiuzhuang was worthy of his experience. From the shape of the vessel to the workmanship and the glaze, he looked at it carefully and conscientiously for forty minutes.

"How is it?" Wen Xiumei's eyes widened. If Gu Xiuzhuang said it was a fake and the 20,000 yuan was wasted, she would definitely regret it.

"Sister Wen, this thing is called a Guan'er bottle, and it is modeled after the Song Dynasty vessel..."

"Is it an imitation?" Wen Xiumei's eyes widened.

Although my husband is a department-level official, he has accumulated some savings over the years.

But it's all hard-earned money, and every penny is hard-earned.

"Sister Wen, don't be discouraged yet. According to my experience, it is a genuine imitation, but it is not a modern imitation. It should be from the mid-Qing Dynasty."

"It's not a thousand years, it's no problem for more than 200 years. Modern imitations are handicrafts, while ancient imitations are cultural relics. Moreover, the Guan'er vase is a top-notch work in terms of workmanship and appearance, and is a rare masterpiece."

Wen Xiumei looked at Gu Xiuzhuang in disbelief, "Really?"

"If you don't believe it, I will have a video connection with Guo Lao in Beijing right now and ask him to give me a long eye."

Wen Xiumei didn't know where Guo Lao came from, but from Gu Xiuzhuang's introduction, Guo He was a famous calligraphy master.

Later, something happened, so he gave up his writing and went into business, engaged in antique business, and also established an appraisal agency, which became very famous in the industry.

Wen Xiumei was very disgusted with Gu Xiuzhuang for exaggerating Guohe, and urged him to call quickly and ask this person to conduct an appraisal.

In front of Wen Xiumei, Gu Xiuzhuang contacted Guohe via video.

"Guo Lao, I am Gu Xiuzhuang."

The other person was an old man with a gray beard, who looked like a scholar.

"Mr. Gu." Guo He greeted and waved to Gu Xiuzhuang in front of the camera.

"I have a very close collector, a sister, who just bought a Song Dynasty ear-piercing vase. According to my judgment, this thing is not the Song Dynasty, but an imitation from the mid-Qing Dynasty. I'm not sure. Please give it a look.

look."

"Oh, that's right." Guo He asked Gu Xiuzhuang to put his phone in front of the bottle, and follow his instructions, from the inside to the outside, from top to bottom, paying no attention to every detail.

After twenty minutes, Guo He took off his reading glasses, put away the magnifying glass and said slowly: "Mr. Gu, your identification ability has improved greatly now, but there is still a small flaw."

"Really?" Gu Xiuzhuang was stunned, "Please give me some advice."

"The Guan'er bottle is not an imitation of the mid-Qing Dynasty, it should be from the late Ming and early Qing dynasties..." Guo He recounted a long section of his reasons.

Wen Xiumei couldn't help but interject and asked, how much is this thing worth?

"Starting at 200,000 yuan."

"So high?" Wen Xiumei and Gu Xiuzhuang exclaimed in unison.

"It's like this." Guo He explained in detail, "What is the concept of starting with 200,000 yuan? If it is put in the auction house, it is possible to get 300,000 or 400,000 yuan, but it can be traded privately. For example, if you have a good relationship, you can trade it for 150,000 yuan.

It also exists.”

The conversation changed and Guo He said again: "My Tibetan friend, if you want to make a move, I can buy it."

Wen Xiumei was shocked. She didn't expect that not only was she not fooled by the 20,000 yuan, but it could also derive such a huge market value.

In a moment of excitement, I asked Guohe what price he could offer?

Guo He tied his long beard with his hands, looked away and thought for a while, and finally stretched out three fingers, "I will pay three hundred thousand. If you agree, I will send the money to you right away. Give the things to Mr. Gu for safekeeping for me.

I will come to Ruozhou to pick it up in a few days."

Three hundred thousand!
Chapter completed!