The Mysterious Mad Wife Burns the Heavens

The old man held back his anger. Everyone present was a big shot, so he didn't dare to talk nonsense, so he could only suppress his anger and said angrily, "Since you know that these things are rare, how can you do this?"

"The premise is that it's authentic." Su Jin raised the corner of her mouth slightly, and looked at the so-called master in front of her with a contemptuous smile.

The old man's face changed when he heard the words, "What do you mean by that? Could it be that this is still a fake?"

"Blue and white porcelain has always been known as Chenghua, and it has a good reputation in Yongzheng. Ming Chenghua blue and white, the glaze is white, the carcass is light and thin, and the translucency is very high. When you see it against the light, you can see the carcass turning out a light flesh red color." Su Jin squatted On the ground, pick up a fragment and hold it up to the light.

No trace of redness.

The old man squinted his eyes, "Do you still know how to appreciate treasures?"

"It's all about knowing some simple knowledge." Su Jin threw down the fragment in her hand, "Chenghua blue and white tires are carefully repaired, the feet are neatly dug, the walls of the feet are thin, the inner walls are upright, and there are knife marks on the bottoms of bowls and plates. Most of the imitations cannot accurately grasp the proportion of the body and the foot, whether it is tall or short, or wide or narrow."

Hearing what she said, the old man was not as simple as half-baked water.

Su Jin said again: "Most of the imitations nowadays are made of modern porcelain clay. No matter how old they are, they can't be close to the original porcelain body. The thickness is uneven and the tire wall is uneven. I don't know how this master made it. Do you see that it looks like the real thing?"

Faced with doubts, the old man's face became more and more ugly. Naturally, he couldn't tell the truth, and hurriedly said: "You little girl, don't just come to my door to fight ax after hearing something. I am an old man with decades of experience. The whole town knows My name is taboo, are you now suspecting that I have misunderstood?"

Su Jin smiled without saying a word, her eyes were full of sarcasm.

Mr. Qin stepped forward, his face as dark as ink, "What's going on? Is it fake?"

The old man argued: "It can't be fake, I will never miss it, this must be the real thing."

"Second Master, I don't know if this little girl is too naughty. It's better not to touch these things." Boss Qin squinted at this young girl, who didn't seem to be taking it for granted. , as if there is a little ink in the stomach.

Fu Zhen chuckled, "My child says it's fake, so it's fake."

Mr. Qin frowned, "Second Master, what you said is not only slapping me in the face, but also the face of the whole town. Mr. Lin is the most respected treasure appraiser in our town. He won't read Goofy."

"Boss Qin believes so deeply in his own husband, of course I will never doubt my children."

Su Jin muttered, "Who is your child, don't relegate me to the next generation."

Fu Zhen tapped her nose lightly, "Naughty, don't interrupt when you are talking."

"Since Master Fu believes in me so much, then I can't repay you. I will help you pick out all the fakes, so that you won't make a fool of yourself after you buy them back." Seven or eight pieces, it was a joy to smash it.

The faces of several people in the room were instantly pale with fright. Seeing the mess all over the floor, they were all speechless.

Fu Zhen didn't stop her, and let her pick and choose, and smashed them to pieces heartily.

"Stop, stop quickly." The old man stood aside and stomped his feet anxiously, "You can't do this, Mr. Qin, please talk quickly, you can't do this."

President Qin's face was as ugly as it was, he scolded, "Stop it."

Su Jin probably finished smashing it, clapped her hands, turned her head and said, "The rest are authentic works."

Mr. Qin was so angry that his face turned red. He pointed at the little girl who didn't know how to behave, and questioned Fu Zhen: "If Master Fu doubts us, he can reject this batch of goods. There is no need to slap us in the face like this."

Fu Zhen stepped forward, picked up a fragment, and asked Su Jin, "Do you know what kind of porcelain this is?"

Su Jin couldn't hold back her beak and said: "This is the Shufu porcelain from the Xuande period of the Ming Dynasty. The glaze color is generally bluish white, and the glaze layer is thicker and devitrified. Because the color is white and slightly green, it is like the color of a goose egg, so it is also called egg white porcelain."

Fu Zhen nodded, "Why are you sure it's a fake?"

Su Jin took the fragments in his hand, and said again: "Since the high iron content in the glaze of the early Shufu porcelain, the glaze color is white and bluish. In the later period, the iron content in the glaze decreased, and the glaze color tended to be pure. .This Ming Xuande porcelain belongs to the early Privy porcelain, but the glaze color is pure and not bluish."

Fu Zhen looked at the two people who seemed to be in a daze, and said, "Do you understand? This is indeed a fake."

"No, no, I can't miss it." The old man shook his head, absolutely not admitting it, absolutely not smashing his own signboard.

Fu Zhen stood up and clapped his hands, "There is no need to continue today's business."

"Second Lord, what do you mean by that?" Mr. Qin was surprised, "There is no precedent for turning back on what you said halfway through."

Fu Zhen showed him an obscure smile, and he said, "You know what I mean in your heart, if you mix the truth with the fake, your cooperation will lack sincerity."

"Second Master, would you rather believe a little girl's nonsense than our sincerity? We have cooperated more than once. When have you seen something go wrong? How old is this girl? Does she understand this industry? She just believes Spread rumors."

"That's because of my second master Fu's signboard. No one believes that the things that flow out of my second master Fu's hands will be fakes." Fu Zhen looked over with a cold look, "There is no need to cooperate in the future."

"Second Master——" Boss Qin watched the big fish in his hand slip away like this, and followed up unwillingly, "The goods in my hand can't be fake, I can guarantee that they are all authentic, If you don’t believe me, let’s find Mr. for another appraisal.”

Fu Zhen didn't bother to pay attention to his excuse, and pushed the door out with a resolute attitude, leaving no room for it.

"Second Master Fu!" Mr. Qin stared at the fleeing back with his eyes wide open, and slammed his fist on the wall.

Next to it, a man walked up, "Boss, if people outside know about this, we may never be able to sell again."

Mr. Qin's eyes were dark and his tone was cold, "We can't let them out of town."

The man frowned uncontrollably, "But that person is Mr. Fu, so it's not easy to deal with."

"No matter who he is, if he dares to destroy my business, it is a disaster that must be eliminated quickly, and the little girl next to him, if he spoils my good deeds, don't let anyone die." Mr. Qin clenched his hands into fists , one can imagine how much fire he was suppressing, and the veins on the back of his hands were clearly visible.

Hearing the order, the man hurried out of the room.

"Cuckoo."

Su Jin stood on the street, the birdsong around her became more and more obvious, as if hovering in mid-air.

Fu Zhendao: "It's not auspicious to see vultures at night, I'm afraid I'm going to die."