(The third update is here, the fat tiger gasps for a few seconds and continues to write!)

"Fake?"

For a moment, everyone's eyes were focused on the last piece of porcelain. Jiang Hao used his actions to prove his powerful identification ability. Almost everyone present admired his judgment of his judging and striking skills, but Song Hualiang did not agree with the so-called fake he evaluated.

"The little brother has a lot of knowledge about antiques."

Song Hualiang ignored it and did not take Jiang Hao's judgment to heart. Jiang Hao's ability to easily judge the age of porcelain was not the strength of his own strength, but based on his huge reserve of antique knowledge. On the other hand, Jiang Hao's strength was too outrageous and he could not accept this fact.

A young man under 20 years old can easily determine the historical dynasty of the antiques in less than two minutes by relying on his own "look, hear, touch," and identification theory. He is simply unheard of for such an abnormal appraiser.

"The knowledge is indeed quite rich." A jealous light flashed in Song Fei's eyes. Grandpa forced him to remember various porcelain scores of the era all day long, but he never cared about it. Unexpectedly, a bodyguard with a low identity in front of him could remember so skillfully.

"Since I'm right, I'm not polite. Which piece of porcelain should I choose as a judgment reward."

Jiang Hao's hands were straightforward and he was about to grab the porcelain on the table.

"You dare!"

Song Hualiang shouted angrily, wrinkles rolled up on his forehead, and snorted coldly: "You are just a little trick, and you want to take things from me, you really don't know how to do it."

"I just agreed to have my appraisal completed. You will give me a piece of porcelain in return. Are you going to cheat?" Jiang Hao slowly glanced at the chest of the opposite side, and Song Hualiang was very relieved. If he could tell the old guy on the opposite side to die, he would be really amazing.

When Jiang Yuan saw that the Song family bullying Jiang Hao, he wanted to speak up for Jiang Hao, but was suppressed by Jiang Zhongshan's eyes and signaled her to have a good show behind her. She continued to watch. She found that Jiang Hao did not seem to be bullied, but seemed to be bullying others. She simply remained silent and continued to watch. If the Song family dared to bully Jiang Hao, even if the grandfather stopped him, he would have to help Jiang Hao with all his strength.

"You really fantasize yourself as an appraisal master?" Song Fei sneered, not hiding the contempt in his tone at all: "Just just use your trick to fool the child. Which piece of porcelain on the table has never appeared on antique books, magazines and TV.

Even those who often read antique books know the age of these porcelains. Is it this way you mean by judging age for porcelains?"

"That's right!" Jiang Haoshen nodded with consent and sighed helplessly: "Even if I'm right about my age, because you can't know the age of porcelain, because of your ignorance, you will say that I'm making up the problem now."

"Boy, please be careful when you speak!" Song Hualiang looked at Jiang Hao who was facing tit for a while with a slight threat, and said proudly: "In other aspects, the Song family dare not be said to be an expert, but in terms of porcelain identification, the Song family is completely in Zhongzhou City."

"What do you mean by saying the same thing? I think I am self-righteous!" Jiang Hao simply confronted him and said provocatively: "People say that fearless people are fearless, and I think ignorant people are fearless. How can you provoke excellent people like me? Tell you, I will decide the porcelain you lost to me today. Don't you believe that the last one is a fake, then I will prove it for you in a slight way. If I prove that your porcelain is fake, you will give me the porcelain that lost to me."

Jiang Hao looked at the angry face, his hands and feet were trembling, and his white hair was about to burst out, and he almost wanted to lift the table. He wanted to peel off the self-esteem of the Song family little by little, and trample on his feet and ravage them wantonly.

Song Hualiang stared at Jiang Hao with gritted teeth, his turbid eyes covered with bloodshots: "If you can really prove that the porcelain is fake, I will give you a piece of porcelain, if you are..."

"If I can't identify it, I'll let you deal with everything." Jiang Hao curled his lips impatiently, ignored Song Fei's expression of wanting to eat people, and directly raised the last piece of porcelain.

"You'd better be careful. If your actions cause the destruction of the porcelain, you have to pay full responsibility." Seeing Jiang Hao's casual appearance of fiddling with the porcelain, Song Fei proudly reminded: "This porcelain is worth 1.5 million, and you probably won't make so much money in your life."

"It's so long-winded." Jiang Hao was too lazy to pay attention to Song Fei, and gently stroked the bottom inch by inch. According to the identification of the appraisal, the bottom and the upper half of the porcelain belonged to two different times.

The lid and body of the purple clay teapot are separated, and may be made from two times. The bottom is the foundation of the teapot, which is completely an inseparable part of the teapot body.

Now the God of Pot, who should have been the same time, has been divided into two obvious times, and the result is even more obvious. The bottom of the pot must have been tricked by the counterfeiter, which has become a "real product" that an expert must also be able to take a look at.

The value of the purple clay teapot is reflected in the bottom print. For contemporary pots, if you change to a different pot bottom, the value can be increased by at least dozens of times!

To outsiders, Jiang Hao seemed to be giving a full-body massage to the porcelain, but in fact, Jiang Hao's consciousness was controlling the airflow, invading the surface of the porcelain, sensing and exploring subtle and unknown cracks, and then trying to loosen the cracks to prepare for the next step of identification.

"Is it true or not?"

Song Hualiang, who was almost angry and wanted to lose his rationality, looked at Jiang Hao who had been swearingly and took the purple clay teapot with a good look. Is it really a fake?

It is impossible. After several appraisal masters, the purple clay teapot was proved to be from the Yongle period of the Ming Dynasty. He must be bluffing!

Jiang Yuan opened his mouth slightly, and admired Jiang Hao's in-depth understanding of antiques. It is sometimes easy to identify the authenticity, but it is difficult to be able to produce strong evidence to gain recognition from others. She is looking forward to what method Jiang Hao will use to unravel the true face of the purple clay teapot.

Jiang Hao finally observed the purple clay pot that was about to be divided into two parts in his hand. The pot is based on pine as the theme, exaggerated and changed to form, and the shape is concise, as if it were natural, with branches and leaves piled up in the flow, the pine leaves stretched out the body of the pot, and the pine leaves patterned under the buttons fully expressing the vigorous and natural feeling of pine.

What is fake is fake. No matter how real it is, it will still be discovered. I wonder how the Song family’s grandfather and grandson will react in a while!

"Jiang Yuan, help me hand over the hot water and it's time to verify it." Jiang Hao squeezed at Jiang Yuan, found a piece of paper and put it on the table, placed the purple clay pot on the paper, opened the lid of the pot directly, and continued to instruct: "Pour hot water inside."

"yeah?"

Jiang Yuan looked at Jiang Hao in surprise, not understanding how Jiang Hao could make such a judgment, but he still poured hot water into the purple clay pot according to Jiang Hao's request.

Jiang Hao directly covered the lid of the teapot, stepped aside, staring at the purple clay pot without saying a word, waiting for the result of the identification.

Isn't this a hot and cold identification method?

Like Jiang Yuan, Jiang Zhongshan was stunned when he looked at the familiar appraisal scene. The so-called hot and cold appraisal method was his original. How could Jiang Hao in front of him know this method? Then he immediately understood what was going on.

The community where Jiang Hao lives is very quiet. He used to like reading books and doing antique research. It must be that Jiang Hao moved into his old house, checked the memorials in antique books, and learned about this special way of identification. His eyes were full of interest when he looked at Jiang Hao.

"Why is there no movement yet?"

After three minutes in a row, the purple clay pot still had no reaction at all. Song Fei couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

Jiang Hao looked calm on the surface, but in fact, his consciousness continued to use manipulation techniques to control the airflow palms, speeding up the cracks at the bottom. A strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, instructing Song Fei. "Go and shake the purple clay teapot, the real and fake will appear immediately."

Song Fei was very obedient and immediately reached out to pick up the purple clay teapot with doubts. He shook it hard for a few times. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He increased his strength and shook it proudly. Seeing that there was still nothing strange, he was about to mock Jiang Hao, but the slight sound of the broken porcelain clearly came from his ears.

Click!

Before Song Fei could react, the bottom of the purple clay teapot fell off directly, and the hot water splashed down, splashing on his legs, and part of the water splashed on his crotch...

"I'm so hot."

The consequences of pouring hot water at nearly 100 degrees Celsius were imagined. Song Fei hurriedly placed the purple clay teapot with the broken bottom on the table, carrying the steaming legs of the pants, and his face was full of pain, running towards the bathroom like flying.

Jiang Hao bent over gracefully and picked up the bottom of the pot with clear broken marks on the ground, sighed, and said sarcastically without hesitation: "The appraisers of the Song family are really talented. They can't even recognize this trick of putting new water in old bottles. Is this the so-called "speaking the same thing?"

"you!"

Song Hualiang's face was as pale as paper, the corners of his mouth twitched violently, his hands covered his beating heart, and a lot of cold sweat appeared on his forehead. Jiang Hao's indifferent words were like directly sentenced to the death of the porcelain. Jiang Hao's small experiment easily exposed the authenticity of the purple clay teapot.

In an instant, Song Hualiang understood Jiang Hao's intention to pour hot water. He used the principle of heat expansion and contraction of objects to make the contact point connected to the bottom constantly squeezed and cracks appeared. Then, the gravity principle of water can make the bottom of the pot unable to withstand the pressure and fall off automatically. This move is a perfect and unscrupulous method to identify the authenticity. It is simple and straightforward and has a significant effect.

Just imagine, who can be willing to use a million-dollar purple clay pot to make tea as a teapot? The fake person really understands the collectors and will definitely be careful about the collectors' thoughts.

"I'm so sorry. I won accidentally, and I took the thing." Jiang Hao felt a little relieved. Without waiting for Song Hualiang to react, he bent down and picked up the second Qianlong six-sided pen holder from the table without hesitation. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of the paper wet by water in the corner of his eyes. He couldn't help but feel shocked, and a sudden enlightenment appeared on his face: "It turns out that ancient paintings are made."

"I'm willing to accept the loss!"

Song Hualiang's face was so gloomy that it was about to drip water. He gritted his teeth hard and crushed his teeth at all. This was the first time he had been taught a lesson but had no chance to refute. He suppressed his manic heart. Looking at the Qianlong six-sided pen holder of the Qing Dynasty in Jiang Hao's hand, he sighed helplessly and said, "I can buy this thing back, as long as it is your bid."

"Actually, you don't need to buy it." Jiang Hao stroked the bottle of the six-sided pen holder and outlined a strange smile, and casually said: "We might as well make another bet, maybe you can win the bottle back."
Chapter completed!