My ex-girlfriend thought I was poor, so I made 100 million by betting on stones.

Seeing that some people still didn't understand, Han Yunfu said: "This Tang Sancai is not a pure fake. Strictly speaking, it should be something that has been restored through special means."

"what do you mean……"

"Half of this Tang Sancai pottery horse is real. For example, the front half has no problem with its feel and color, and even the back half is definitely not a total loss."

Han Yunfu said and continued: "So this is the great thing about this pottery horse. It is equivalent to having a skeleton, but its quality is very poor. It should be worthless."

"Then why does this look so good?"

"Because it was repaired later. The forger was very skillful. He analyzed the material of the pottery horse. Using the same soil and adding special materials, it was almost completely close to the original material."

Han Yunfu said, and continued: "However, this is actually not easy to see, but on the legs, there are still extremely subtle flaws in the painted areas, which cannot even be seen with the eyes."

"You mean the main difference is the feel?"

One person finally understood.

Han Yunfu nodded and said: "Actually, the feel should be said to have changed, because the materials processed by later generations can maintain the same feel even in a short period of time. But as time goes by, the feel of the new paint will be compared with the original paint. , there is a gap.”

When he said this, he looked at Jiang Luochun.

At this time, Jiang Luochun looked at Tao Ma in front of him with regret in his eyes.

When I first bought it, the paint didn't feel like this.

But now...

"No wonder Mr. Yang just discovered that it was a fake. It turned out to be because so much time has passed."

Everyone was stunned.

Suddenly, Yang Feng didn't seem so cool anymore.

But Jiang Luochun shook his head at this moment, looked at Yang Feng and said: "No, just by looking, few people in the world can directly see that Mr. Yang's vision is far better than mine."

As he spoke, Jiang Luochun walked up to Yang Feng, lowered his head and said, "Mr. Yang, I'm sorry."

"Sigh~"

The others gasped.

Jiang Luochun, who was always known for his arrogance, was so humble in front of Yang Feng.

Yang Feng also smiled and said, "You don't have to be so polite."

"Mr. Yang can actually see such subtle and almost imperceptible color differences with his eyes. You are the only person I have ever seen."

Jiang Luochun was extremely impressed.

Everyone looked at Yang Feng with burning eyes again.

Who the hell is this guy?

At this point, even Lin Xue was more surprised by Yang Feng than he expected.

She didn't expect that this pottery horse's craftsmanship was so advanced that Yang Feng would still see through it.

No wonder even Liu Yi always wanted to challenge him before.

Yang Feng walked around backstage and after looking around, he discovered a few interesting things.

The price tags for these things are not high, but they are extremely valuable.

Yang Feng stood in front of a vase and asked calmly: "Mr. Han, will this auction be held tonight?"

"Yes, Mr. Yang, are you also interested?"

"Oh, Lin Xue probably wants to buy something for her grandpa, so we will probably come."

Yang Feng looked at Lin Xue.

The latter naturally knew what Yang Feng meant and said: "Yes, I really want to come and see."

"So that's it. Then you two are welcome to come. After Mr. Yang checked it, I feel a lot more relieved, haha."

Han Yunfu laughed.

At this time, Yang Feng thought of business and said, "Mr. Han, I have something else I want to ask you."

"Mr. Yang, you are very polite. If you want to ask me for advice, I will naturally speak up if I know."

Han Yunfu's voice was hearty.

Yang Feng was not polite, found a chair backstage, sat down, and asked: "I don't know much about Jiangcheng's antiques circle, but recently I keep hearing two names, called Long Huailu and Nie Qiuning. I don't know Mr. Han." Have you ever heard of it?”

"Of course I've heard of these two."

Han Yunfu mentioned this and talked eloquently: "These two are the two seniors in Jiangcheng. Although they are only a little older than me, they are very proficient in the art of antiques."

"Are these two people still alive?"

"Jianjianzai, they are in good spirits. I saw them once a few months ago, and they should be near the capital now."

When Han Yunfu mentioned this, he said helplessly: "You also know that although Jiangcheng's antique circle is developed, it is still lacking compared with those places in the north, especially the capital and the ancient city, which are the places where the antique circle is most prosperous. .”

"I know, so I may go to the capital in a while."

"Haha, I also understand that Mr. Yang's strength will naturally not be satisfied with Jiang Cheng."

Han Yunfu laughed.

But then, something suddenly came to his mind and he asked strangely: "Why is Mr. Yang suddenly interested in these two people?"

"I heard a friend mention it by chance."

"a friend……"

Han Yunfu seemed to realize something and whispered: "Excuse me, is this friend of yours... not the young man who has been kicking around recently?"

He is not a fool.

Recently, he heard about Liu Yi playing gymnastics here and there, and also heard that he was looking for Long Huailu and Nie Qiuning by name.

Yang Feng suddenly mentioned it, it must be related to this.

"Mr. Han, as far as I know these two have the same master, right?"

"Yes, their master is called Jin Changming. He is a leader in the antiques circle. He is very prestigious. He was once called the No. 1 in the antiques circle."

When Han Yunfu mentioned this name, he said with great respect: "His strength has reached the point of being unpredictable. Not only is his ability to identify treasures great, but his level of repairing cultural relics is also unparalleled."

He was very euphemistic.

The so-called repair, from another perspective, can also be said to be a level of fraud.

Yang Feng nodded and asked: "I heard that this person passed away, just two years ago?"

"This one……"

Han Yunfu's expression was slightly embarrassed.

Looking at his expression, Yang Feng felt a little strange and said, "Mr. Han, what are you..."

"Alas, I don't know whether the news about his death is true or not."

"Why?"

Yang Feng asked strangely.

Han Yunfu looked around and made sure there was no one around, then whispered: "I'm afraid Mr. Yang doesn't know that Mr. Jin has many good friends here. For example, Wu Mingze, the president of our Jiangcheng Antiques Association, is his friend."

"Then what you just said is..."

"When the news of Mr. Jin's death came out, he didn't invite any old friends. I was with President Wu during that time, and I didn't see any change in his mood."

Han Yunfu said and guessed: "In the circle, although there was news of his death, no one went to the funeral. This is very rare for a person of his status."