Stealing the Pen: Kirin's Primordial Lotus

Hua Yu was sitting in the private room and heard the footsteps outside. She knew it was her child running upstairs, so she prepared a cup of warm tea in advance so that the child could drink it when he came up.

"Daddy, look, I bought something good!"

The door of the private room was suddenly pushed open, and a delicate, petite and cute little girl stood at the door, holding up a tightly wrapped item in her hand, and shouted excitedly to Hua Yu in the room.

As soon as Xiaohua stepped into the private room, he noticed that there were two people sitting opposite his father.

"Little Dad, who are these two?"

"These two are Mr. Hu and Mr. Wang. They are both experts in treasure appraisal. So in order to prevent them from showing mercy to you, I specially hired them to be your judges."

Xiaohua walked slowly to the tea table, gently placed the things in her hand on the table, then took a step back, put her hands behind her back, stood straight with her chest puffed out, and looked at Mr. Hu and Mr. Wang with bright eyes.

"Mr. Hu, could you please take a look at my child?"

"Then I would rather obey your orders than be respectful."

Old Hu took the cloth-wrapped object in his hands and peeled off the cloth layer by layer. The cloth-wrapped object was a porcelain vase, only about a foot high, with flowers, birds, fish and insects painted on it. Old Hu took the magnifying glass and other items that had been prepared by the side and examined it carefully.

Old Hu would occasionally flick the body of the porcelain vase with his hand, put his ear close to listen, and then put the porcelain vase back on the table and asked, "Why don't you let the young master talk about this porcelain vase first?"

"This is an oil hammer bottle from the Kangxi period. This type of bottle first appeared during the Kangxi period. It is extremely difficult to fire. Generally, no one would spend time, effort and money to make such a bottle." Xiaohua said in a firm tone.

"It is indeed extremely difficult to make, but it does not necessarily mean that no one can make this kind of bottle. Moreover, the sound I heard from the porcelain bottle just now is not the sound that porcelain bottles of that era or older times should have. Instead, it has a certain rigidity and a certain echo."

Old Hu paused for a moment and continued, "Although not every newly fired porcelain vase has an echo, the echo means that when the porcelain was fired, there were small bubbles in the porcelain wall. With these small bubbles, the porcelain vase will become extremely fragile, and it may crack by itself when the weather is cold or hot."

"But in that era when imperial power was supreme, even civilian kilns would never produce porcelain bottles with echoes, because porcelain with such obvious defects would be destroyed immediately once it appeared. Otherwise, it would be embarrassing if someone bought it and gave it to those dignitaries. At that time, those who bought and sold porcelain and burned paper would be arrested and taken to the government office."

"Moreover, as Young Master said, this oil hammer bottle was a unique creation of that era, so it was naturally to be presented as a tribute to the emperor. So Young Master, do you think those people who fired porcelain bottles would present such a flawed thing as a tribute to the emperor?"

"Of course, judging by knocking on the porcelain bottle may not be accurate, but it does not rule out the possibility that the person who inspected it during the firing was not careful enough and did not detect it."

After hearing this explanation, Xiaohua's face turned pale.

"Daddy." Xiaohua threw herself into Hua Yu's arms with tears in her eyes.

"Little Dad, I spent a thousand dollars to buy this. It's a fake. That guy lied to me!"

Hua Yu felt the wetness under her body, and Xiao Hua's tears kept falling. Lao Hu and the fat man opposite widened their eyes when they heard that this porcelain vase cost one thousand yuan.

"Okay, okay, don't be upset. At most, Xiaohua can go and smash this fake porcelain vase to vent her anger. We can go to your Aunt Xinyue's and pick out a real one later."

When Old Hu and Fatty heard Hua Yu's light words "smash it", they almost wanted to pop their eyes out.

After all, the average monthly salary at that time was only more than 60 yuan, and this porcelain vase was enough for a family to eat and drink for more than two years, but the person in front of them said to smash it.

"Old Hu, who do you think this person is? He doesn't even care about this thousand dollars. This is too much!" Fatty Wang leaned close to Old Hu's ear and whispered.

"The clothes they have are enough to keep us fed and clothed for ten years. What kind of family do you think they are from?"

"That set of mourning-like clothes will last us for more than ten years. Are you seeing things?"

Fatty Wang almost jumped up. He looked left and right but couldn't realize how valuable the clothes on Hua Yu were. How could they have been able to keep them well-fed and well-dressed for more than ten years?

"I haven't even counted the hairpin on his head and the bracelet on the table!"

"How? Tell me."

"What the hell! Think about how to leave!"

"Mr. Hu and Mr. Wang, thank you both for today. Here are the fees. Please accept them."

After Hua Yu took the things from the person behind him, he put them on the table and pushed a few bills over.

"It's just a simple favor, it's not worth spending so much money on it, young master."

Old Hu wanted to refuse this generous gift, but Hua Yu did not give him the chance to refuse and left the box with the somewhat autistic Xiaohua in her arms.

"This is the compensation Mr. Hu deserves, please don't refuse it."

After Fatty Wang and the other man left, he snatched the bills from the table, made a few spitting sounds, and started counting the money with his saliva.

"Wow! This rich man has five big unity cards! In just a few minutes, Lao Hu is really good! We can find food for the next few months!"

Fatty Wang put the money in his pocket as he spoke, then grabbed Lao Hu and rushed out of the teahouse, running wildly in the other direction.