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"188,000?"

Xia Chuan raised an eyebrow, looking at the old man with a half-smile. "Sir, are you sure this is Song Dynasty Ru ware celadon?"

The surrounding stall owners laughed, thinking that the old man was exaggerating a bit. What if he scared Xia Chuan away?

One of the stall owners laughed and said, "Old Zhang, you're asking for too much. Be careful you don't scare this handsome guy away."

Even Old Wang thought the old man's asking price was ridiculous. No matter how much he shouted, he couldn't just say that his porcelain was a Song Dynasty Ru kiln celadon, could he?

How much does a genuine Song Dynasty Ru ware celadon piece cost? A decent one can cost hundreds of thousands, while the top-quality pieces can cost millions or even tens of millions.

But the old man didn't panic. Instead, he carefully lifted the cup from the velvet-covered tray.

The cup is only the size of an adult's fist, with a white glaze that has a bluish tinge and a faint matte finish under light.

With a serious expression, he introduced, "Young man, have you heard of the book editor? Let me tell you properly. This cup was passed down from my great-grandfather. My great-grandfather was the gatekeeper of the Hangzhou prefect. That year, the prefect offended someone above him and his family was exterminated. He secretly gave a few small items to my great-grandfather. My great-grandfather was grateful to him, so he has been keeping these small items ever since."

"My father said before he died that I should never sell this small item unless it was absolutely necessary, unless I met someone who was destined to have it."

"And this celadon porcelain piece is the last one."

He paused, then gently tapped the cup with his finger, producing a clear "ding." "Listen to this sound," he said, "it's like a chime, one of the characteristics of Ru ware."

"Look at the glaze again, 'blue as the sky, smooth as jade.' This bluish-white glaze is the fading of the sky-blue glaze under natural light. Only genuine antiques have this kind of patina from the years. And look at the base." He turned the cup over, revealing a ring of very shallow spur marks on the bottom. "Sesame-seed spur marks, a technique from the Song Dynasty. Three spur marks, all the same size and evenly spaced. Modern people can't imitate that."

The surroundings fell silent instantly, and even the stall owners gathered around, their gazes towards Grandpa Zhang changing.

Old Zhang's explanation sounds very plausible; could it really be his most treasured possession?

Xia Chuan remained expressionless, a smile still playing on his lips, while Old Wang seemed lost in thought.

Old Zhang glanced at Xia Chuan, who seemed to have listened, swallowed hard, and continued, "The most important thing is the crackle pattern. Look at these lines, they are as fine as fish scales and irregular. They are formed naturally over thousands of years of thermal expansion and contraction after the object was fired."

"The ice crack pattern is unique to each piece; machines can't replicate this effect."

His last words were resounding: "I, Lao Zhang, have been running a stall on Jingdezhen's antique street for thirty years. I know whether the items are genuine or not."

"I only asked for 188,000 yuan because of fate!"

"If this weren't a piece of Song Dynasty Ru ware celadon, I, Old Zhang, would have smashed this cup on the spot and never set up a stall again!"

His words were forceful and resonant, his expression serious, and his gaze focused, leading some tourists to believe that the porcelain in his hands was genuine.

Of course, most tourists don't understand at all; they just think what Old Zhang said makes a lot of sense.

"Clap clap clap, the old man's story is really good!"

Xia Chuan met Old Zhang's gaze, clapped his hands in praise, but then changed the subject: "I meant that the story was very well made up, but there are a few loopholes."

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Everyone was taken aback by these words.

Old Zhang's eyelids twitched, his brows furrowed, and he asked in a deep voice, "Making up a story? Young man, if I didn't see your affinity with this white porcelain, do you think I would have taken it out? Would I have used my great-grandfather to make up a story?"

"If you don't want to buy it, you can say so! There's no need to waste my feelings!"

Upon hearing this, everyone was filled with surprise and doubt.

Seeing this, Xia Chuan grinned and asked the cameraman to come closer so he could give the so-called Song Dynasty Ru kiln white celadon a close-up.

He smiled and said, "Sir, may I have a look at it?"

Normally, it's best not to observe this kind of situation, as it's easy to be scammed. But Xia Chuan isn't afraid of that, because if this old man really dares to scam him, he'll show him what it means to be the world's number one legal professional.

In particular, among his legal staff is a lawyer named Zhang San.

Zhang San: Boss, is there any work to do?

Old Zhang seemed completely unconcerned, gave a cold snort, and handed it over directly.

Xia Chuan took the tool, then leaned close to the camera and slowly said, "First, Ru ware does indeed have three 'sesame nails,' but Song Dynasty Ru ware was made for the imperial court, and the arrangement of the nails had strict regulations. The three nails were arranged in a triangular shape, and the spacing between them had to be completely equal."

"Your cup has three nails, and the one on the upper right is about one millimeter off. It's normal for handmade pieces to have some deviation, but in the official kiln system, this kind of deviation would have to be smashed."

"So there are only two possibilities: either it's a folk imitation, or it's that modern people didn't measure accurately when they made it."

"Secondly," Xia Chuan turned the cup to the side and pointed to a barely noticeable spiral mark on the inner wall of the rim with his fingertip, "the difference between machine-thrown and hand-thrown pottery can be clearly seen in this spiral mark."

"The spiral patterns on a hand-thrown potter's wheel are continuous and gradually change from dark to light. If you look closely here, you'll see that the spacing and depth of these spiral patterns are completely consistent, which is exactly what an electric turntable produces at a constant speed."

There was no electricity in the Song Dynasty.

"Third point."

He suddenly smiled and said, "Crackling, the crackling of genuine Ru ware is caused by the different expansion coefficients of the glaze and the body at the moment the vessel is formed. It cracks naturally when the vessel is cooled in the kiln. Therefore, the crackling of Song Dynasty Ru ware already existed from the day the vessel was fired. But look at the crackling pattern of this cup. At the junction of the bottom and the wall of the cup, the new cracks and the old cracks are obviously different, with the new and old overlapping."

Therefore, there is only one truth.

Xia Chuan looked at Old Zhang, whose forehead was covered in cold sweat, with a half-smile, and said, "This cup is from the Zhou Dynasty, but not the Western Zhou or the Eastern Zhou, but the Zhou Dynasty. The crackling was created by alternating between hot and cold water."

After he finished speaking, the air became so quiet it was almost unnerving.

Lu Han: The air is so sensitive~ The air is so sensitive~~

The way everyone looked at Xia Chuan changed, becoming one of shock and admiration. Even seven or eight young tourists recognized Xia Chuan as the handsome, wealthy father from Zhoushan a few days ago.

"Holy crap! I never expected that the rich dad who went viral online a few days ago would actually know this!"

"Huh? Where's his adorable daughter who looks like a little princess? I was thinking of stealing her home."

"Wow, he's so handsome, Oppa!"

"The younger generation is truly formidable! They are indeed formidable!"

"..."

The crowd was buzzing with discussion, clearly amazed by Xia Chuan.

Xia Chuan smiled at the group taking photos, then put the cup back on the velvet cloth, patted the dust off his hands, and said in a casual tone, as if he were buying potatoes: "However, the quality of your imitation is indeed quite good, and the glaze is also very well done."

"There's no need to smash the cup; it's a shame."

"Two hundred yuan, I'll buy it."