"Master Long, is there anything wrong with this Three Treasure Stove?" Taking advantage of this time, Ming Qiulan wanted to make sure again. She just asked Master Long, but had no intention of asking Jiang Ge.

In her eyes, Mr. Long is worth a hundred Jiang Ge. After all, he is an authority in the antique world and is a judge who participates in antique fairs every year.

"No problem has been found yet, but we need to take a closer look." Mr. Long also paid attention and did not say anything.

Hou Xingyi had come back and said happily, "Ms. Ming, our manager has said that the price will be 12 million, no price is determined. If you want it, take it. In addition, I will give you a 9.5% discount card."

There will be discounts when you visit our Tonggufang store in the future.”

"Thank you, Master Hou. The price is okay, then... let's wrap it up."

Ming Qiulan looked at Long Ye and Jiang Ge, as if she was afraid of being robbed, and thought they had confirmed that the antique was fine.

Upon hearing this, Hou Xingyi quickly took out the prepared contract, and then a cold voice came.

"Wait a minute, there's something wrong with this thing, you can't have it!"

"has a problem?"

Upon hearing this, Ming Qiulan, who was holding a pen, turned her head in surprise and looked at Jiang Ge who spoke out.

The other party looked calm and confident, and seemed not to know the threat this sentence brought.

"Boy, you did it on purpose, right? You said there's something wrong with this guy, what's the problem?"

"My Tonggufang is spread across the north and south, and has a great reputation in the entire antique industry. I never sell fakes. That reputation is not just bragging."

Hou Xingyi's face turned as cold as ice. He was about to sign the contract, but something like this happened. He hated Jiang Ge so much.

Some wealthy collectors nearby nodded in agreement.

"Master Hou is right. I have bought things twice at Tonggufang, and I have never bought fakes."

"The "Five Horses Picture" made me a lot of money last time!"

"Where did this kid come from and talk nonsense here? How can Tonggufang sell fakes?"

In an instant, everyone was tit for tat, looking at Jiang Ge with a sneer.

Hou Xingyi looked proud and glanced at Jin Feng coldly. Lord Long was also stunned at this time, his eyes full of deep thought.

Ming Qiulan did not dare to take it seriously and asked quickly, "Mr. Jiang, there is something really wrong with this thing. Are you right?"

Jiang Ge smiled slightly and said, "Miss Ming, you have been deceived. Even I almost blinked. This thing is enamel, yes. It was also a palace work in the Ming and Qing Dynasties, but it is Fuso's Qibaoyaki, a big imitation.

It’s enough to confuse the fake with the real thing.”

As soon as these words came out, there was a sudden silence in the venue.

"Shippoyaki, how could it be Shippoyaki? Why didn't I think of it?" Mr. Long seemed to understand something and started to check again.

Looking at the confident Jiang Ge, some people were a little shaken.

Tonggufang Hou Xingyi's face darkened, and he felt a little panicked.

How does this kid know the details of this thing? You have to know that they bought it from Fuso with all their efforts. It is a fine imitation from the Ming and Qing Dynasties. It is almost exactly the same as the palace enamelware at that time. Even their own store has 100%

Nine out of ten appraisers can't see it.

When something is imitated to a certain extent, the fake becomes real. This is the truth in the antique industry.

"Young man, you can eat randomly, but you can't talk nonsense."

"Why do you say this is false? If you can't explain why, you won't be able to leave Tonggufang today."

“We at Tonggufang open our doors to welcome guests, but we don’t just accept insults.”

After gathering his mind, Hou Xingyi felt that he could not give in no matter what. He didn't believe that Jiang Ge could really see through it, even if he could see that he had other options.

He looked at Jiang Ge indifferently and said amusedly, "Do you know enamel, young man? I have been in the antique industry for twenty years and I haven't noticed it. Can you tell it? Or do you mean that all the appraisers in Tonggufang are blind?"

Already?"

"Enamel, I know a little bit, I should know a little better than you. As for whether your Tonggufang appraiser is really blind or pretending to be blind, who knows!"

Jiang Ge smiled coldly and started his performance.

"Filigree enamel was first introduced to Eurasia when Kublai Khan conquered Eurasia in the Yuan Dynasty. It first appeared in Greece and flourished in the Ming and Qing dynasties. Compared with other porcelain crafts, enamel is nothing. What I want to talk about today is Fuso's enamel.

Shippoyaki."

"Longguo porcelain spread all over the world after Zheng He's voyages to the West in the Ming Dynasty. It flowed into Fusang at the end of the 13th century. After a period of development, their porcelain making technology had a foundation. At the end of the 16th century, Fusang arts and crafts artists and their craftsmen were imitating and learning to make

Among the Chinese enamel crafts, we inadvertently created a work of art with its own national style and named it "Shippoware"."

"The craftsmanship of Qibao Yaki is actually far superior to that of the early Ming and Qing Dynasties, and the products are regarded as holy objects by Fuso. However, it has a huge shortcoming, that is, the cooking juice is prone to bubbles. It is obvious that this is a defective product of Qibao Yaki.

, the price of good Shippoyaki is more than 10 million."

Following Jiang Ge's introduction, the scene suddenly became quiet.

They didn't expect Jiang Ge to be so knowledgeable and know the history of porcelain like a treasure.

Hou Xingyi had an unpleasant feeling in his heart, "These information can be found everywhere, and everyone will say, what evidence do you have?"

"Of course there is evidence!"

Jiang Ge didn't panic, suddenly picked up the three treasure stove and flicked it.

"Listen, the sound is crisp and clear."

"If you listen again, the sound is long and buzzing. This is caused by the immature firing process, and there are small bubbles in the inner circle of the furnace mouth. This is a typical feature of the Fuso process. It has a lower yield than our country's.

It should be a private imitation."

Jiang Ge played it twice in a row, and those who knew more about it suddenly got their eyes wide open.

The standard in the antique shop is to listen to the sound and identify the goods. The so-called connoisseurs will know whether there is something there as soon as they buy it.

"In the Ming and Qing Dynasties, Fusang advocated the ceramic craftsmanship of the Dragon Kingdom. Fortunately, Fusang obtained a batch of enamelware from the palace and began to imitate the Dragon Kingdom style. Among them was the Kangxi Three Treasures Furnace, which was astonishing in the country at that time. If I guessed correctly,

This should be a replica from that time."

Jiang Ge sighed and stopped talking.

"Impossible, this is a genuine product. How can you, a guy with no hair, be qualified to judge authenticity? Everyone, where is the reputation of Tonggufang? When did I ever sell fakes?"

"This guy is obviously targeting him intentionally. You can't believe it!"

Hou Xingyi was a little angry and refused to admit it until he was beaten to death.

In fact, he was very shocked. He didn't expect Jiang Ge to be so powerful and even see this.

Now we can only try our best to maintain the reputation of the store.

"Haha, his hair hasn't grown all the way, so I think it counts."

Just then a loud laugh came, and Mr. Long raised his head and looked at Hou Xingyi.

"I am Long Yushan, people call me Long Ye. I believe everyone has heard of me. I have seen this thing. It is undoubtedly a fake."

"I just saw the sign at the door that says if you make a fake one, you'll get ten for it. Just follow the rules."

"Long Yushan, is it him?"

When everyone heard this name, they immediately stretched their heads, no wonder they felt a sense of familiarity.

Hou Xingyi opened his mouth even more, his face full of gloom.

He knew something was serious.


Chapter completed!