It has to be said that this old man has a very profound attainment in antiques. He analyzed it very well. After a few words, these people's doubts were immediately solved.

At this time, Dongfang Hong also took out a Song Ru kiln vase and said, "After Master Chen Yunzhou identified, this Song Ru vase is a fake, but I don't understand where it was seen. I hope Mr. Wang can resolve my confusion."

Mr. Wang smiled and said, "Master Shen is comparable to me in the rumors about this. Since he said it was a fake, it would be impossible to make a mistake."

"Chen Yunzhou?" Ye Haoxuan moved and remembered the middle-aged man from Antiques Street.

Dongfang Hong pointed out a bad deed above and said, "Master Shen only saw this forgery on this side, and could not see other places. Please also ask Mr. Wang to see if there are any flaws in other places."

Mr. Wang nodded, took the vase, looked carefully and said, "This ceramic is a craftsmanship imitating the Song Dynasty, a high imitation vase, and the flaws are only the one you pointed out just now. If this flaw is gone, it will be enough to be real."

Mr. Wang continued: "This vase is a high imitation product. Although the craftsmanship is high, it has no collection value. However, it is good to use it to warn future generations to learn."

Dongfang Hong nodded and said, "I bought this vase from an antique city for 300,000 yuan. I thought my eyes would not be too bad, but I didn't expect that learning would be endless. Haha... just listen to it, just teach me a lesson."

As he said that, Dongfang Hong raised the vase high and wanted to fall to the ground.

In fact, these people don’t regard money as money at all. They are still happy to spend 300,000 yuan.

At this time, Ye Haoxuan suddenly said, "Wait a minute, can I see this vase?"

Dongfang Hong was stunned, and he said with a sneer, "Why, I'm interested? A poor man is also pretending to be elegant and elegant here to play with antiques?"

Mr. Wang smiled and said, "Anti-talk is about art, no matter how poor or humble it is."

Everyone present is a person with status. If Dongfang Hong makes things difficult for Ye Haoxuan now, he will seem a little petty. He said, "What Mr. Wang is saying."

Ye Haoxuan took the vase and looked at it over and over again several times, but he couldn't help but feel a little confused.

Ye Haoxuan now has a magical tradition and can see things that normal people cannot see. Since he took pictures last time, he has known that every antique has soul energy. Whether it is modern or ancient, as long as it is a work of art, he can see some clues from it.

And these soul energy represents the essence of the national treasure and is found in every fine product.

After reading it several times, I found that the vase is still a high-quality imitation, not an antique, but the essence of the vase will not be fake.

Ye Haoxuan couldn't see any clues for a moment, so he said, "Can you sell it to me?"

Dongfang Hong sneered: "If you like it, I'll give it to you. High imitation is not worth much money. I'm talking about, can you afford it?"

He had just asked someone to check Ye Haoxuan's background clearly and knew that he was just a kid with no background and no money.

Ye Haoxuan said: "You bought this with money. Tell me the price, otherwise you will feel guilty."

When Ye Haoxuan mentioned that he had spent money to buy it, Dongfang Hong frowned and couldn't help but feel angry. Although 300,000 is nothing to him, it means that his vision is not good. He immediately sneered: "Since it was bought for 300,000, then you can take 300,000."

He thought Ye Haoxuan could not afford 300,000 yuan at all, but Ye Haoxuan nodded and said, "Okay, transfer the money."

Dongfang Hong was stunned and immediately reported his account.

Ye Haoxuan borrowed a notebook and transferred the money.

But Dongfang Hong sneered, "The local bun is a local bun. I took a fake and even used it as a treasure. I have to make 300,000 yuan, and I will earn most of my life."

Ye Haoxuan frowned and did not answer.

Zhou Ming knew that Ye Haoxuan's family was not in good condition. If the ancient painting had not been sold for one million yuan before, he would not have been able to pay so much money. He asked in a low voice: "Xiao Hao, is there any mystery in this vase?"

Ye Haoxuan nodded slowly and said, "I just saw something wrong, but I can't say what's wrong, but it should be a good object."

As soon as Ye Haoxuan's words came out, Mr. Wang on the other side was immediately displeased. This antique was identified as a high imitation by Chen Yunzhou and his two masters, but Ye Haoxuan actually said it was a good object. Isn't this slap him in the face?

He said with some displeasure: "If you have any opinions, why don't this friend say it?"

Ye Haoxuan smiled and said, "I just think it's wrong and can't see anything, which makes Mr. Wang laugh."

Mr. Wang snorted coldly and said, "Young people today are not enterprising and are ambitious. Young people must be steady and down-to-earth."

Ye Haoxuan frowned, and immediately felt a little unhappy about the old man. Could it be that he had offended him even if he had expressed his opinions?

Ye Haoxuan turned the vase over, but found a little bit of gelatinous object as thin as hair at the bottom of the bottle. He felt aroused in his heart and immediately understood.

"What, have you discovered something?" Lin Jianye immediately asked when he saw Ye Haoxuan's expression changed.

Ye Haoxuan nodded and said, "I can see the problem. Are there any blades?"

Lin Jianye immediately found a thin blade, and Ye Haoxuan took the blade and gently drew a thin mark from the top of the bottle.

He started his hand very slowly and lightly. After finishing the stroke, he carefully lifted the blade on the thin marks, then put the blade aside and gently lifted it, and saw a piece of gelatinous substance as thin as a cicada's wings lifted off the vase.

The color of blue and white porcelain intersecting blue and white porcelain was revealed on the vase. Ye Haoxuan continued to lift it up, and after a moment he took off a thin layer of spray-painted thin mold from the bottle.

"This..." Everyone on the spot was surprised. It was obvious that the vase was covered with a thin film by someone using a clever technique to cover the original appearance of the vase. However, the technique was extremely clever, and even the two masters had deceived them.

Ye Haoxuan gently flipped the bottle and saw a signature on the bottle, with the work of Wang Bu curvingly written on it.

"Can you let me see?" Old Wang's expression changed drastically, and his voice was a little unnatural.

Ye Haoxuan nodded and handed the vase on it.

Mr. Wang read it over and over again, then exclaimed: "This is Wang Bu's work."

"Wang Bu?" Except for Zhou Ming and Ye Haoxuan who didn't understand antiques, the rest were shocked.

Wang Bu is a modern ceramic master. His works have novel compositions, distinct layers, thick tones, strong brushwork, and vivid painting. In terms of composition, all unnecessary backgrounds are often eliminated. The pictures are extremely concise and decorative, especially his original blue and white freehand brushwork techniques, boldly applying the ink-splashing technique of Chinese painting to blue and white paintings.
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