Reborn Treasure Appraiser: I Really Didn’t Want to Be an Expert

Chapter 27 Give a Reason
Lin Sicheng gripped the steering wheel tightly, and the Audi drove fast and steadily.

Hao Junsheng felt hopeless and slumped in the passenger seat, holding the kettle, recalling the words that Lin Sicheng had reminded him of.

Each word was like a needle piercing his heart:

"Brother Hao, this imitation pot is quite 'authentic'!"

"Blue sand!"

"At least it's from Qingzhong, the artistic level is very 'high'!"

"Blue sand!"

“Very unique and worth studying!”

"No matter how valuable it is, it belongs to Lansha... No, Lin Sicheng, which side are you from?"

Reminders were given again and again, hints were given over and over again, and even the key words were emphasized.

He almost stood in his ear and yelled: Senior brother, this is a big leak, act quickly.

I, on the other hand, was so blinded by shit that I just identified three words: blue sand.

What happened to the blue sand?
Even if it is a pile of shit, as long as it is carved by a famous artist, it is worth a fortune.

Thinking about the conversation he had with Lao Song in the store, Hao Jun wanted to slap himself twice.

Who says there are no famous purple clay artists who are not from Yixing?

Aren’t they Chen Mansheng and Yang Pengnian?

Both of them are from Zhejiang, not from Yixing, not even from Jiangsu.

Who says there are no famous purple clay teapots other than those produced in Yixing?

Isn’t it the Mansheng pot?

Chen Mansheng was an official all his life, and Yang Pengnian followed him. They had been to Ganyu, Liyang, and Huai'an, but never to Yixing.

Therefore, no matter how hard you try, Mansheng teapot has nothing to do with Yixing.

But why didn’t I think of it until Lin Sicheng explained it to me?
I can only say that prejudice is a huge mountain in people's minds: If it's not made in Yixing, what kind of purple clay teapot is it? If you're not from Yixing, what kind of purple clay artist are you?
Oh yes, it’s not just me who thinks so, but also Old Song.

Damn it, if he knew that this was a Mansheng pot, he would probably regret it to death: a treasure worth millions was stuffed into his pocket by him like garbage.

Hmm, now that I think about it, I feel much better?

Seeing that he had calmed down and a smile appeared on his face, Lin Sicheng nodded secretly.

It’s true that Senior Brother Hao’s psychological construction ability is quite strong.

He smiled and said, "Brother, this pot is quite rare!"

"Of course, although there are more Mansheng pots in existence, they are only compared to Mingyuan pots!"

“It’s quite valuable.”

"Nonsense, bet two million and I'll cut off my head... Hmm, that's not right?"

Hao Jun paused, squinting his eyes: "What do you want to say?"

Lin Sicheng's expression was very serious: "Brother, this pot is very valuable. It is not only of research value, but also of extremely high artistic and scientific value.

Without mentioning anything else, just from the perspective of being the 'first blue-clay teapot of the Qing Dynasty', it can be considered a rare item, even a unique one. After a few years of storage and a little bit of operation, it is not impossible for its value to double or triple..."

What is two or three times two million?

Four million, six million?
"Two or three times is fine!"

"The key point is, this pot is..."

"Okay, stop talking!"

Hao Jun interrupted with a wave of his hand, his expression also very serious, "Lin Sicheng, you can call me senior brother, then we are polite people, let's not talk about each other! Besides, there are still many days to come, why are you in such a hurry?"

Think about it today: has Lin Sicheng ever said anything that was misleading? None.

Have you ever reminded me?

It was more than a reminder, almost a shout.

If I remind him again, it’s hard to say whether he will wake up or not, but Old Song will definitely be the first one to wake up.

Therefore, Lin Sicheng has done his utmost, and it is only natural that he picked up this opportunity today.

The reason why he was upset was that he was too stupid to understand. Even Lin Sicheng's instructions were ineffective. Besides, if he didn't let Lin Sicheng pick it up, would he let Old Liu and the guy surnamed Wu pick it up?
If I were really picked up by those two bastards, I would regret it for the rest of my life.

Of course, to put it the other way around: It is reasonable for Lin Sicheng to give himself some, but does Old Hao lack this?
What he lacks is a friend like Lin Sicheng.

Look at those bastards around me, like Lao Liu. Then look at Lin Sicheng, the difference is obvious...

Lin Sicheng nodded: "Okay!"

Having said that, it would be hypocritical to talk about whether to break up or not.

As Brother Hao said: Time reveals a person’s true character.

"So, Senior Brother, are you still going to the hospital?"

"Since we're here...oh yeah, stop by the door and buy something!"

"What else is there to buy? Put this pot in front of him and tell him you helped me find it. I guarantee he'll be grinning from ear to ear."

"Lin Sicheng, stop talking nonsense!"

Let’s put things in perspective. What’s the point of going to the hospital to see a patient with empty hands?

Hao Jun didn't listen to Lin Sicheng. He picked some fresh fruits and took two high-quality gift boxes.

The two of them went up to the sixth floor and heard hearty laughter from afar. When they went inside, they saw Lin Changqing and Director Guan sitting by the window, chatting and laughing.

"Hey, Director Guan, aren't you back at work? You're running pretty fast."

"Why, I sold it to the company and can't even leave work?"

The two of them made a joke, and Hao Jun greeted Lin Changqing: "Professor Lin, I heard from Junior Brother Lin that you were sick, so I stopped by to see you!"

"Please Secretary Hao, Mingzhi, pour some tea."

From the tone of their conversation, it was clear that the two were just acquaintances. So Hao Jun didn't go directly to his grandfather for help, but instead took a detour from himself.

What happened? Not only did I not help, but the pot ended up being mine?

Lin Sicheng helped his father pour tea. When he turned around, Director Guan took the box from Hao Jun and weighed it twice in his hand. "It looks like a porcelain pot. Where did you buy it?"

Hao Jun took the teacup and said slowly: "Director Guan, take it easy, this is a Mingyuan teapot!"

Director Guan was startled: "What pot?"

"Chen Mingyuan's Mingyuan pot!" Hao Jun said calmly, a hint of pride in his reserved attitude, as if he had picked up the pot himself. "I paid 80,000 for it!"

"Old Hao, you're ugly, but you have beautiful dreams!" Director Guan sneered, "Don't even think about 80,000, let alone 80,000 a hundred times."

"I didn't say I paid for the 80,000 yuan. Besides, wouldn't you know if you opened it and took a look?"

It is impossible to take it apart.

Director Guan didn't hesitate and found a pair of scissors.

It wasn't just Director Guan. Lin Changqing also thought it was impossible. On a whim, he offered his help.

In a few seconds, they cut the tape and opened the carton. When the spout of the teapot was exposed, they were both stunned: It looks a bit like... old purple clay teapot?
Look carefully again: it is either similar or old purple clay.

Just looking at the color of the mud and tea pulp, it's at least two hundred years old.

But as for the Mingyuan Pot... it's absolutely impossible.

The two of them moved much more gently, and after tearing off the foam, the porcelain pot was revealed in its entirety.

After a moment of hesitation, Guan Xingmin leaned back abruptly: "Chen Mingyuan?"

Lin Changqing narrowed his eyes slightly, and his pupils couldn't help shrinking: "Incense pot?"

The former looks at the characters, while the latter looks at the shapes.

Then, the two of them said in unison:

"Fake!" Guan Xingmin said firmly.

"Imitation!" Lin Changqing looked disappointed.

It’s no surprise that Professor Lin could see this.

Hao Jun looked at it and raised his eyebrows: "Lao Guan, what's fake about it? Give me a reason!"

(End of this chapter)