Seeing Zhen Minglang choose this piece of porcelain, the old guy was a little stunned because he liked it very much. Among the many treasures, he always thought that this thing was definitely real, but it was not until he participated in the Beijing TV Wang Gang's program "The World Collection" and knew that it was fake, he lost confidence in the treasures he had finally gotten, and he also fell into this second-hand market for processing.

"Why, how much?" Zhen Minglang shook the porcelain and continued to ask.

"Oh, be careful," the old fried dough stick held the porcelain and slowly took the bottle from Zhen Minglang. "Brother, you have such a good eye. This pastel porcelain has white glaze and is not good at it, and is old-fashioned. This is the porcelain cast during the Kangxi period!"

When Zhen Minglang heard the old man say this, he couldn't help laughing, "Uncle, it's not that I'm talking about you, you have to do what you can, and you have to brag as you can. He held a piece of porcelain with a red colored base in the Republic of China and said it was from the Kangxi period, and would you lie to me again?" Zhen Minglang said and pointed to the bottom of the porcelain. "Look at this red mark, it's like the Republic of China. I have been traveling around for so many years, with my eyes on my nose, so I can see what kind of thing."

Zhen Minglang shouted, and the old man was stunned again. The young man could see that this was not from the Kangxi period, and it was just like the experts said. The old fried dough squeezed his eyes and leaned into Zhen Minglang's ear and whispered, "Since my brothers can see that it is from the Republic of China, then give me 1,500 and take it away."

"Haha." Zhen Minglang laughed again, "If it were from the Republic of China, you would not be willing to sell it, right? Look at it, there are obvious signs of old deeds. This is a fake. If you buy it for fifty yuan, it is just a decoration."

"Yeah, you can't say that, little brother, you can't buy things, but you can't always say that my things are fake?" The old guy's eyes were red and he twisted out his nose, "I'm all real."

"Don't worry, I want to buy it." Seeing that the time was almost right, Zhen Minglang stretched out his hand to pick up the Liu Ye Zun he had liked like a moon in the sea and said, "I have been looking at it for a long time, it's not good not to buy it. I am the only person who is so kind of personality. I like to tell the truth. Since you have explained it to me for a long time, I will buy one. I want this Liu Ye Zun who is in trouble and is thief. You must be careful to offer the offer, otherwise I won't guarantee what I will say."

Zhen Minglang picked up the willow leaves and shook it in his hand, and did not forget to tell all its flaws.

The old fried dough is really afraid of Zhen Minglang. Although he is not a voracious meal, his current momentum is like selling himself, and even if he doesn’t sell, he has to sell it. What can you do after eating the voracious meal?

"Well, brother, I'm afraid of you."

"Don't be afraid of me. If you do business, I will patronize you. No one is afraid of anyone, right?"

Zhen Minglang shook Liu Yezun again, "I want this, you can offer a price."

"Well, of course I want to offer a price, but I still have to say a few words to you first. In fact, this is also a good thing, but it's just a loss to the rush you mentioned by little brother. Look at the shape of the Liuye Zun's weapon, how good it is." The old guy squinted his eyes and said intoxicatedly.

"But this thing is a fake after all..." Zhen Minglang slowly came to the old man's ear and said, "Taste."

"Okay, brother, stop talking. Uncle hasn't opened yet, and most of the people have scared you away. So, you can give me two hundred yuan!" Lao Jingbei gritted his teeth and said.

"Uncle, are you sure?" Zhen Minglang shook his head.

"Brother, I'm sure."

The old guy looked at Zhen Minglang's murderous gaze, so scared.

"Then I have to tell you all about it. I see that this candlestick and this pastel porcelain are fake,,,,"

"Brother, uncle beg you, you really can't be lowered anymore. I said before that one would add one zero after two hundred." Lao Jingbei looked at Zhen Minglang and said bitterly, "Otherwise, will you take it away by 15 hundred or five?"

"Ha." Zhen Minglang had a stern face and smiled, "I actually don't need to buy it. It's just that I read "Yinliuzhai Shuo Porcelain" when I was in school. It talks about calligraphy, painting, weaving, embroidery, bamboo and wood, and carving. All of them are made by man. Those who are exquisite can do the best of ideas. As for porcelain, although it is also artificial, the depth of the fire and the thickness of the glaze body are used by the heaven and earth, and people can use it with cleverness. Therefore, all the craftsmanship, European and American eyes are like earth scoops, and porcelain is willing to be a treasure."

Zhen Minglang raised his eyebrows and looked at the old man directly, "That's why I want to buy porcelain. Although it's fake... Actually, money is really not important, but you want to be worth the money, right?"

When the old guy heard Zhen Minglang's remarks that were so profound and knowledgeable, he was stunned in an instant. This guy seemed to be a master in the appreciation world. With this attitude, he could compete with the famous connoisseur Zhai Jianmin. He said that, then he must be a fake.

"Brother, what price can you give?"

"One hundred, fifty?"

"Uncle, you are older than me, don't always call me brother. Your words make me feel panicked." Zhen Minglang looked at the miserable old fried dough stick and stretched out five fingers, "Then let me listen to you, fifty."

"Why did you listen to me!" The old man felt very wronged. He took the angry words just now, this, this, and it was serious. "I said, little brother, you really give me fifty. I'm paying for it,,,"

"Don't you give it to fifty?" Zhen Minglang asked again, "Are you sure you don't give it to it? Then?"

"Give it to you, where can I not give it to you? Just fifty, stop talking, get the money quickly."

The old man said as he picked up the willow leaves on the ground and handed it to Zhen Minglang reluctantly. The old man was really afraid that Zhen Minglang would continue to do something.

Zhen Minglang took Liu Yezun and took out fifty dollars from his pocket readily, "That's right, thank you, uncle."

Looking at the aggrieved old guy, Zhen Minglang smiled slightly and said goodbye to the old man, then left with Liu Yezun.

Fifty, it’s worth buying such a baby!

While walking, Zhen Minglang was happy and his mouth couldn't be closed. The feeling of Taobao was really good, especially the process even exceeded the result.

This Liuye Zun is actually not large in size, just a little larger than the palm. However, it is precisely such porcelain that it is more troublesome to fire, and it is easy to make mistakes when distinguishing the authenticity.

Zhen Minglang thought that this thing was really the idea of ​​the Kangxi period. If that were the case, then Liu Yezun in the Kangxi period would have 600,000 or 700,000 yuan. But of course, Zhen Minglang did not want to make a fortune by relying on this thing. He just figured out one problem, that is, his spiritual energy is not only obtained from jade, but also this antique porcelain can still nourish the eyes, strengthen the body, and replenish the spiritual energy.

Moreover, by having or not having spiritual energy, Zhen Minglang can simply judge the authenticity of this "antique".

The most important thing is that with spiritual energy, I sing much better now.

I didn't plan to enter the singing industry, but now I want to develop myself into an all-round artist?

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