"Just as you said, this sea glaze color is heavy, and the porcelain painting is flexible, but the shape of this instrument still has some fake marks. I bought a Bihai on the Hong Kong trading market for 30,000 yuan. My sea color is clear and moist, and it is so deep and breathless, but this Bihai has no air at all."

In his prime, he was scheming, and now he was facing the old man's head on the ground.

Because they all have their own opinions, one speaks truthfully and the other speaks falsely, and then the people who look at Bihai are divided into two factions.

One group supports the old man and the other group supports the middle age.

Mingliang didn't dare to believe it when he heard the young man say that there was air in the deep pen. You can tell me how there was air in a porcelain, which was nonsense. Mingliang considered this and chose to support the old man.

The team stood up, and there were only three people on the side of the middle age. The old man smiled at the middle age even more proudly, "Young man, have you seen it? Everyone's eyes are bright. This sea of ​​brush is really the authentic one."

Of course, the middle-aged man will not change his views because of the number of people. He giggled, and the middle-aged man said politely, "I think the truth is often in the hands of a few people. I am sure that this sea of ​​brush has no airways, it is a fake."

"Haha, little brother, if you don't tell me whether this Bihai has airways, if it really does, how can you feel it in this display cabinet? Can you see the porcelain inside the inner wall?"

The old man's words indeed hit the point of the prime of his youth. Just now, the prime of his youth just wanted to follow the old man to fight against him, so he found a reason to say that the matter of the airway supports his point of view, but he ignored that the sea of ​​money was placed in a glass cabinet, so how could the airway come out?

The young man's face was flushed and listless as the drunken sunset. The two people who supported his views now saw that the general situation was hopeless, and took the initiative to stand in the old man's team.

However, Mingliang was ready to think.

It seems that Zhen Minglang had inexplicably seen the fuel in his engine mixed with moisture in the morning. If this guy could see the problem with the engine under the iron plate, he should be able to feel whether Bihai had the airway that he had in his prime through the glass.

It was just a naive and illogical idea that came out, and it was entirely because of the old man's words. Mingliang greeted Minglang, who was chatting with Mr. Zhuang on the side.

"It's clear, we have a problem that needs your help to solve. Come here quickly!"

As soon as Mingliang called Zhen Minglang, the group of people just now also looked in the direction of Mingliang's shouting. Everyone thought that the person coming was Mr. Zhuang, but when they saw Zhen Minglang getting up from his seat and about to come to see the sea of ​​brush, everyone also glanced at Mingliang disdainfully.

Tell me who is the person you are looking for? Do you think he, a young boy, can tell the truth about this sea?

No one paid attention to Zhen Minglang's arrival, and as Zhen Minglang walked through, he also realized what he wanted to do this time.

Although he did not hear the arguments from the crowd just now, he stood between the old man and the middle-aged man, feeling the hot gazes between the two of them. Zhen Minglang also guessed that these two guys were arguing about the authenticity of this Bihai.

After a smile, Zhen Minglang also asked the two of them directly, "If I guessed correctly, you two seniors are worried about the authenticity of this Bihai, right?"

Zhen Minglang studied cultural relics appreciation at university, so he also knew about Bihai. He immediately pointed his finger at Bihai, and the two of them also hummed, expressing contempt for Zhen Minglang.

Seeing the old man and the middle-aged man's faces turn aside and don't answer. Zhen Minglang also watched the sea of ​​brush indifferently.

In fact, Zhen Minglang could not see the truth or falsehood of this Bihai, but Mingliang called him, so he was only embarrassed to face. At most, he could support any one and support the old man with many supporters. At that time, no one knew whether he had real talents or knowledge or whether he knew the goods.

"I see that this sea of ​​strokes is clear and smooth, with a deep bottom and curved surface, and exquisite porcelain paintings, which are indeed good..."

When Zhen Minglang was organizing language in his mind and thinking about the words of praising Bihai that he learned from college at that time, a light emerged from his concentrated eyes. The light flowed directly from his pupils, and for a moment it also flowed to the Bihai in the glass display cabinet.

The light invaded the body of Bihai, and then the light swayed on the vessel of Bihai.

The qi threads in Zhen Minglang's eyes began to wander, and it seemed that they were not sufficient. His pupils suddenly felt a wetness, and then the light also pierced directly into the pen sea.

It is true that Zhen Minglang did not see the so-called airway in his prime, the kind of spiritual energy he needed.

Zhen Minglang knew that if antique porcelain did not have spiritual luck, it was very likely that this Bihai was a fake. But at this moment, Zhen Minglang could not draw a conclusion rashly.

Because I can't fully prove now that any genuine product must have a vent, and a fake product will not have a vent.

With a bang,

Zhen Minglang felt the changes in the air, and then the light lingering on the sea of ​​Bi illuminated the inner wall of Bi illuminated clearly.

Through that brilliance, Zhen Minglang looked through the inner wall of the Bihai.

Zhen Minglang knew that if the Bihai was real, the porcelain quality on the inner wall would definitely not appear new, and would generally have a rough and old look on the outer wall. But at this time, the porcelain quality on the inner wall of the Bihai emitted a bright bright color, which was not as elegant as the outer wall, and had obvious color difference, which was definitely made in post-production.

"This Bihai is a fake."

Zhen Minglang almost blurted out.

"Fake?"

After hearing Zhen Minglang's words, the old man laughed out loud, "You said this Bihai is a fake? Haha, I see that you, a young boy, and this brother are really self-righteous. What's the point of saying that this Bihai is a fake?"

The old man was aggressive, and Zhen Minglang didn't know how to answer for a while, "feel..."

The old man said it was judged by his feelings, and he couldn't stop laughing at Zhen Minglang, "Did you hear it? This little guy said he judged that Bihai was a fake based on his feelings. I have been in the antique industry for decades, and I have only heard of judging antiques or feels by his eyes, but I have never heard of feeling this. You guys say, is this little brother ridiculous? Haha."

The old man laughed loudly, and the person next to him was pointing at Zhen Minglang and saying something. Is it possible to take it out to appreciate it?

When everyone laughed disdainfully, Zhen Minglang was young and ignorant, not knowing how high the sky was or how thick the earth was, a loud voice sounded from behind the crowd.

"Director Wang, you said that this little brother said that this Bihai is a fake, so what if I say that this Bihai is a fake, what if you?"

With the sounds together, Zhen Minglang and everyone were also surprised. Everyone was determined to think that Bihai was the authentic one, but they didn't expect another person to say that Bihai was a fake one.

The white-bearded old man called Director Wang heard someone calling him, and he hurriedly looked at him. Then he widened his eyes and saw Mr. Zhuang.

"Boss Zhuang, is it you?"

In fact, Mr. Zhuang followed silently when Zhen Minglang came to appraise treasures. When Zhen Minglang appraised treasures, Mr. Zhuang was also carefully transforming this sea, and also looking at the glaze color and body shape of this sea through his own eyes.

On the surface, this pen sea is seamless, but the pen sea with patina always has an unrecoverable wiper on the upper edge of the outer wall. The wiper is very small, and it is made of injecting slurry water, and subsequent processing and repair. Therefore, most people cannot see it at all.

"Yes, it's me. You just said that this Bihai is the authentic one, but I also agree with this little brother. This Bihai is indeed a fake one."

"Why, do you want to listen to my feelings?"

Mr. Zhuang's words were entirely to regain face for Zhen Minglang. After saying this, Director Wang Deng immediately knew what was going on.

"Oh, no need. Since it was the vice president of the Cultural Relics Association who spoke, then this Bihai should be a fake. I just didn't realize that this little brother is your apprentice, so I'm really embarrassed."

Director Wang respected Mr. Zhuang very much when he saw him. Naturally, while respecting Mr. Zhuang, he also became polite to Zhen Minglang.

Zhen Minglang listened to the old man's humility and put down his posture, "Old seniors, everyone has a time to see it. Moreover, it is difficult to tell whether it is true or false. Otherwise, how could it have been stored in Jin's jewelry for so long, and no one could tell whether it is true or false."

Zhen Minglang completely gave Director Wang a step forward, so Lao Wang is naturally a person who knows the general.

"Oh, I've been on the antique road for so many years, and I'm not as good as you, the younger generation. The Yangtze River pushes the previous waves, so I've had to be shot to death on the beach."

"Haha, wherever you are, you are serious."

Zhen Minglang and the old man were also rubbing all the time. He just said that this Fenghai was a fake, but the reason why he couldn't tell was that his prime was indeed staring at Zhen Minglang at this moment.

"Little brother, there are very few young people like you who care about antiques and porcelain, and there are very few people with your achievements. I am also a collector of antiques and porcelain. If you don't dislike it, let's make friends. This is my business card!"

The young man took out a business card from his black leather bag. After Zhen Minglang took it, he nodded deeply.

"Okay, I'll accept the business card first. If you have time another day, I will definitely contact my elder brother."

Zhen Minglang did not look at the business card, but put the business card intact into his pocket. At present, he still has many treasures to see, so he is not concerned about what the elder brother is doing and chatting with him.

"Well, I'll go to the East District to take a look, our event is about to begin."

Zhen Minglang did not study too much about the casual words of the middle-aged man, but he just wondered, isn’t the East District just an entertainment area? Why are there any activities for middle-aged men?

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