It was a good thing that he didn't shake his head. This shaking of his head made everyone onlookers nervous immediately. He Zhongguang's old eyes flashed with anger and he asked Hanfeng in a deep voice: "Mr. Han, what do you mean?"
Hanfeng stared at He Zhongguang fearlessly, and the address was no longer honorific: "Mr. He, if you want to know what it means, please find a room and I will tell you what I mean alone!"
He Zhongguang's old eyes narrowed, and his anger made him darker. His eyes rolled a few times, and slowly shot out a proud light. He suddenly laughed and said: "Hahahaha, Mr. Han, if you have any opinions, just tell me in front of him."
I say here in front of everyone, there is nothing about me that cannot be seen from the light, no matter what you say, the people here can also be a witness!"
Han Fenghu's eyes turned cold, and he stared at He Zhongguang and asked in a deep voice: "Mr. He, do you really want me to say it here? Aren't you afraid of regrets?"
He Zhongguang was shocked. He squinted his eyes and looked at the cold wind carefully. Five seconds later, his eyes became cold: "What a joke, ask the people around me who know me, have I, He Zhongguang, ever done anything I regretted? Young man.
, to put it bluntly, I eat more salt than you eat rice, don’t think that you can tell the authenticity of a painting. If you want me to regret it, I’m afraid it will take me the rest of my life!”
"Hahaha..." A burst of wanton ridicule rang out from the surroundings, among which He Chun and the fat man laughed the loudest.
Han Feng remained silent, and waited for the sarcastic laughter to gradually stop, then he said slowly and logically: "Don't laugh so proudly yet. Listen to me. If you can still laugh, I will immediately apologize to Mr. He in public and quit forever."
Antiques OK!”
Hanfeng's words were loud and clear. Although there were still a few people who were laughing, most people had begun to feel that this young man was not joking, so they remained silent and waited for Hanfeng's next words.
Hanfeng saw that it had some effect, and began to say: "As we all know, Yuan blue and white porcelain is the pioneer in the transition from white porcelain to colored porcelain. In addition, there are very few surviving pieces, and every piece that can be passed down to the present is priceless. Therefore, from
During the Ming, Qing, and Republic of China, and until now, there have been counterfeit products constantly appearing.
If you pay attention, you will be struck by fakes, and the losses will be extremely huge. Many people have become bankrupt because of buying fakes, and some people have committed suicide because they cannot bear the financial loss and mental shock! You all are
Colleagues in the collecting industry, I believe you all know quite a few stories like this, right?"
Hanfeng stopped here and looked around. He Zhongguang's face had become very ugly. His face turned pale with anger. He stared at Hanfeng and shouted in a deep voice: "Hanfeng, you said this at my exhibition?
Doesn’t it seem too outrageous?”
Hanfeng asked in confusion: "Mr. He, didn't you ask me to tell you? I will talk about your treasured artifact soon. Don't worry, it will be soon." After saying that, he ignored He Zhongguang and continued.
: “According to information from the Palace Museum, in recent years, a product has suddenly appeared on the market.
There are a large number of high-imitation imitations of Yuan blue and white porcelain. These high imitation porcelains are exactly the same as the original ones, whether it is the appearance of the painting or the bottom, or even the interior. In my impression, I once appraised a Yuan blue and white porcelain plum vase. I don’t know if you guys
Have collectors experienced similar experiences?"
As soon as these words came out, there was a commotion all around. Some people were amazed, some were indifferent, but some people began to feel uneasy!
One of them, an old voice full of anger, suddenly asked loudly: "Excuse me, Mr. Han, how do you identify such high imitations? What are the different characteristics compared with the genuine ones? Can you give me some advice?"
Han Feng followed the sound and looked over, only to see that this person was an old man, probably in his seventies, with white beard and hair, full of energy, and very strange.
Hanfeng smiled at the old man and said, "This old gentleman has a good question. You can't tell the difference from the appearance alone."
When everyone heard this, they started talking a lot. One of the tall men asked: "So, no one can identify such a high imitation except Mr. Han?"
Hanfeng smiled: "Haha, of course not. Nothing in this world can be true or fake, and neither can it be true. Even if he does it almost perfectly, there will still be some traces of fraud left behind.
Other identification methods are more complicated and difficult to master, but there is one that ordinary people can identify. The person who makes the Yuan blue and white high imitation must be a very talented and learned master, but any master does not want to make himself work hard.
No one knows what he has worked so hard to produce, and he must leave his mark. Just like what is said in those martial arts novels, those who become famous, even if they are evil people who have done bad things, they must leave their mark.
This master craftsman also leaves his mark on everything he makes!”
As soon as Hanfeng said the mark, the request for him to tell him what mark it was was deafening. Everyone began to get excited and stared at Hanfeng without blinking, hoping that he would quickly solve the mystery! And the old man said
Thinking of his beard, he looked at Hanfeng with a smile, and was also waiting to hear what Hanfeng would say next.
Hanfeng waited for the urgent voice to subside, and then said: "The high imitations of Yuan blue and white that have emerged in the past few years are all made by one person. This person's surname is Ma, and the word "horse" is hidden in all high imitation porcelain! And!
This character "horse" is not the traditional Chinese character in ancient times, but the modern simplified Chinese character. I believe everyone is familiar with it, haha."
"Where?"
"Yes, where is it hidden?"
Because the key point of the matter was discussed, after a few people asked, the whole venue became silent.
He Zhongguang had begun to feel that something was wrong. Although he was an old ginger, he couldn't help but be moved when he heard this.
Hanfeng said: "This mark is on the inner wall of the belly of the porcelain, close to the opening. It cannot be seen if you look at it like this."
"Damn it, how can you prove something you can't see? This guy is just talking nonsense." Zhang Chao, the fat man standing next to He Zhongguang, immediately began to ridicule, feeling that he could catch Han Feng's handle.
Naturally, He Chun would not let go of such an opportunity. After Zhang Chao finished speaking, he followed up and said: "My cousin is right. I think he will only scaremonger and use such unfounded concepts to hype up. Hanfeng, you want to be famous."
Are you crazy? Hahaha"
Hanfeng stared at the two oboe guys and sneered, then asked Zhang Chao coldly: "Do you want me to prove it to you?"
In order to give He Chun a sigh of relief, Zhang Chao had to rush ahead. When he heard Han Feng asking himself, he proudly said: "Of course I think so. This idea is not just mine, everyone present also wants to witness what you said with their own eyes."
Is it true? Can anyone tell me?"
"Yes!" The echo was earth-shattering!
Hanfeng nodded, still looked at Zhang Chao and asked: "It's easy to prove, but you have to be willing to do it."
Zhang Chao was stunned: "What do you mean if I want to give up?"
Hanfeng said calmly: "What I mean is that I will smash a fake to prove it to you, so that you will believe it."
Zhang Chao changed his face when he heard this and said: "What are you talking about! If you smash a fake, where are the fakes? Please explain it clearly to me!"
Hanfeng stared at Zhang Chao and said mercilessly: "Don't you always brag that you brought ten pieces of Yuanqinghua to the exhibition this time? I will smash one of your Yuanqinghua to prove it to you!"
"Huh? What's going on?" Everyone who heard Hanfeng's words was shocked! He Zhongguang's face was cold. Now people's attention has shifted from him to Zhang Chao. He rolled his eyes a few times and whispered.
After giving He Chun a few instructions, He Chun immediately nodded and quietly withdrew from the crowd...
Zhang Chao couldn't believe his ears. He was worried that he heard wrongly, so he said to Hanfeng: "Say it again."
Hanfeng just smiled indifferently: "You know how it goes, do you still want to see it now?"
Zhang Chao's face slowly turned pale, and he gritted his teeth and said to Hanfeng: "Hanfeng, you have to pay for what you just said. There is nothing wrong with smashing a piece of porcelain for you, but what I want to know is,
What if you can’t prove it’s fake after you smash it?”
Hanfeng asked with a smile: "Is it okay to do whatever you say?"
Zhang Chao turned around and looked at his ten Yuanqinghua pieces placed in the glass cabinet, then turned to look at Han Feng and said, "Each of my ten Yuanqinghua pieces is priceless, which one are you going to smash?"
Hanfeng looked at the glass cabinet and said to Zhang Chao: "Choose one of yours. If you want, I can smash all ten of yours!"
Not to mention Zhang Chao, even the onlookers felt that this kid's nerves must be abnormal. He only had ten pieces of porcelain, and even if there was one fake, the proportion was quite high. Just imagine, one-tenth of the porcelain was fake.
Doesn’t the ratio of goods to goods cost lives? What’s more, they are now saying that all their Yuan blue and white products are fake!
With such an impression, many people have begun to doubt Hanfeng, thinking that this person is probably just a boaster. To believe him is to insult their own IQ!
Zhang Chao didn't know he was angry at this time. His eyes showed murderous intent, and he asked in a deep voice: "What the hell are you talking about? Do you mean that my ten Yuan blue and white pieces are all fakes?"
Han Feng said contemptuously: "Of course, otherwise why would I let you choose any one to smash for me?"
Zhang Chao miraculously calmed down and said, "How about we have a good gamble?"
Hanfeng asked: "How to bet? Draw a line?"
Zhang Chao thought for a while, then stretched out two fingers and looked at Hanfeng without saying anything. Hanfeng frowned and asked: "Two million?"
Zhang Chao shook his head, Hanfeng said: "Twenty million?"
Zhang Chao asked proudly: "Do you dare?"
The onlookers began to exclaim in exclamations.
Hanfeng shook his head and before he spoke, there were constant "cutting" sounds all around him!
When people had enough contempt, Hanfeng touched his chin and said: "Twenty million is too little, how about fifty million?"
Amid people's exclamations, Zhang Chao broke out in cold sweat on his forehead. When he heard the cold wind saying that he would bet 50 million,