The attic connects the past and present; I became a tycoon and got rich overnight!

Chapter 71 I'll Take Responsibility for Collecting Your Corpse

Xu Ziyang and his son also went over to take a look and found that the vase had changed color.

"Mr. Chen, why does this vase change color?" Xu Yuan asked.

Chen Fei seemed to know a lot about Fuguang Kiln, and spoke eloquently about its origin and history. Nowadays, there are not many well-preserved Fuguang Kiln pieces in China, and those of such size as this white jade vase are extremely rare.

After stroking the vase for a while with great affection, Chen Fei turned it around and looked at its bottom.

The seal of "Da Zhao Er Si Guo Zhi" was dark red, a color that only comes with the passage of time. But the next second, Chen Fei's eyes suddenly widened.

In the upper left corner of the stamp on the bottom of the bottle, there was actually a leaf printed on it.

He turned around in shock to look at Song Youan.

Song Youan was sitting on the sofa scrolling through her phone when she seemed to sense Chen Fei's gaze. She slowly raised her head to meet his slightly trembling pupils and frowned in confusion: "What's wrong, Mr. Chen?"

Chen Fei asked, "Was this vase the first one fired at the Da Zhao Imperial Kiln?"

"what?"

Song Youan didn't understand, and Xu Ziyang and his son also looked puzzled, wondering why Chen Fei was so excited.

"These are the first batch of Fuguang kilns that were fired!"

Song Youan was slightly startled. How did he know?

But she shook her head, feigning ignorance: "I don't know, Mr. Chen, how did you figure that out?"

Chen Fei pointed to the red leaf at the bottom of the vase: "There is a mark. The Great Zhao Dynasty had the custom of marking the first porcelain fired with a leaf. This leaf means that this vase is from the first batch of Fuguang kiln porcelain fired in history."

Song You'an understood. She had noticed the leaf at first, but she didn't know much about it, so she didn't pay it any mind.

Xu Yuan hesitated for a moment, then, as a businessman, he couldn't help but ask tentatively, "Mr. Chen, will the price of this vase also increase as a result?"

Chen Fei nodded: "That's natural. Normally, a piece of 'Fuguang Kiln' the size of a cup or bowl, as long as it doesn't have obvious damage or depreciation, can already fetch three to five million on the market. A piece the size of this vase, which is so well preserved, would be worth at least ten million."

"But if it were the first Da Zhao bronze ware, the price would conservatively double. However, it's so rare that the price would only be higher if it were auctioned, because someone would definitely be willing to spend a fortune to compete for it."

Upon hearing this, Xu Yuan's eyes widened in shock.

Xu Ziyang, on the other hand, thinks a vase is worth tens of millions? He really doesn't understand the value of antiques. He thinks it's just a vase that changes color, something modern technology can easily replicate.
Is it so expensive just because it's from nine hundred years ago?
He sat down next to Song You'an and asked curiously, "Where did you get this? Was it passed down from your ancestors?"

Song Youan glanced at him sideways but didn't say anything.

Xu Ziyang said to himself, "It seems I misunderstood you. If you have such a good thing, it makes sense that you would become rich."

Seeing that Song Youan was still scrolling through her phone and ignoring him, Xu Ziyang felt a little displeased.

The next second, he swiftly snatched Song Youan's phone, a provocative smile on his face.

Song Youan was startled and glared at him, saying, "Are you sick? Give me your phone."

"No, I need to remove myself from the blacklist first." Xu Ziyang stood up and was nearly 1.9 meters tall. When he raised his hands, he could almost touch the ceiling.

"Your dad's here, don't make me embarrass you," Song Youan warned.

Xu Yuan, who was standing nearby, pretended to be displeased and said, "Ziyang, what are you doing? Quickly give the phone back to Miss Song."

"Dad, my old classmates were just joking around, it's nothing," Xu Ziyang said cheerfully, grabbing his phone and quickly running out of the office.

"Xu Ziyang!"

Song Youan followed closely behind and went out.

Xu Yuan shook his head, then turned to Chen Fei and said, "President Chen, don't worry about them. They're just young people. Tell me more about this vase..."

Song You'an chased after him out of the office and found Xu Ziyang standing next to the secretary's desk, looking down and quickly operating something on her phone. When she approached, Xu Ziyang turned around and handed her the phone: "Okay, you're not allowed to block me anymore."

Song Youan snatched the phone away and then, without hesitation, kicked Xiao Ziyang directly in the chest.

"what--"

Xu Ziyang immediately cried out in pain, covering his groin with both hands. The 1.9-meter-tall man instantly curled up into a ball, like a boiled lobster.

His face was flushed, and veins were bulging on his forehead. He tried to speak, but the pain was too intense, and he could only groan and howl in agony, unable to utter a single word.

The secretary in the secretary's desk stared at Song You'an with wide eyes in fright.

"I warned you, don't embarrass yourself!"

The pain lasted for about half a minute before it subsided slightly. Xu Ziyang grinned and said, "Song Youan, you're fucking ruthless! If anything happens to me, you'll have to take responsibility!"

"I'll take care of collecting your body!"

Song Youan replied with one sentence and returned to her office without looking back.

The secretary then came to her senses and cautiously asked, "Sir, do you need any help?"

Xu Ziyang forced himself to stand up straight despite the excruciating pain, looked up at the corner of the roof, and discovered that there were four surveillance cameras at the entrance. He took a deep breath and said, "Could you please delete the surveillance footage?"

If this gets out, his reputation will be ruined.

The secretary nodded blankly, seemingly still reeling from the shock.

In the office, Chen Fei carefully placed the vase aside, then picked up one of the two scrolls and slowly unfurled it.

The name "Youan" immediately catches the eye.

Liu Fengyan's signature style is characterized by neat and orderly running script with straight horizontal and vertical strokes.

Chen Fei had seen many of Liu Fengyan's original works, so he could tell at a glance that the calligraphy in front of him was genuine.

Yuan?

He looked at Song Youan curiously: "Miss Song, I remember that's your name, right?"

Song Youan nodded and casually explained, "My maternal grandfather named me this because of this calligraphy."

Chen Fei nodded in understanding, but he had little interest in Liu Fengyan's calligraphy, as he had seen far too much of it.

They couldn't wait to unfurl another scroll.

The two characters "芳华" (Fanghua) are vividly displayed.

With flowing strokes and ink marks appearing and disappearing depending on the pressure of the brush, Han Mo's handwriting has a stronger personal style compared to Liu Fengyan's.

Chen Fei's suddenly widened eyes were enough to prove that he was captivated by the calligraphy in an instant.

"Beautiful calligraphy, truly beautiful calligraphy!"

Chen Fei exclaimed in surprise, and Xu Yuanzhi, who was standing to the side, stared blankly for a long time, unable to understand why President Chen was so excited.

But he still said, feigning nonchalance, "It's really good."

At this moment, Xu Ziyang pushed open the door and entered, walking in a somewhat strange manner.

Seeing that his son seemed to be walking with his legs tucked together, Xu Yuan's face darkened, and he asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Xu Ziyang shook his head, walked to the sofa and sat down, unusually well-behaved and silent.