Although Chen Jingzhi is not old, his style is quite experienced. Some people are born with temperament, but Chen Jingzhi is born. If it is someone else, Qi Baolou may not necessarily pay attention to him.

The man looked at him a few times, then said something and turned around and went out, and asked the waiter to serve him a pot of tea.

After waiting for a few minutes, the man came back just now, followed by an old man with reading glasses and said to Chen Jingzhi: "This is Mr. Liu Mingchun, a Zisha master. He has been responsible for the identification of tea sets and porcelain in our Qibaolou. If you see this pot by him, if you can't see anything, then you will be embarrassed."

Chen Jingzhi nodded and reached out to signal. The old man Liu picked up the teapot on the table and looked at it. He said, "What a pity, no matter how good the pot is broken, it will be of no value. What's more, the pot has been buried in the ground for too long and is a bit inconsistent. Don't worry about what was done by everyone before, but now its character will definitely be greatly reduced."

Chen Jingzhi picked up the teacup and blew it slowly, without any expression of the other party's taste. After all, what he said was the truth.

"Huh?" After a moment, Liu Mingchun muttered in his mouth, and his expression became cautious. He frowned and said in surprise: Is this Mr. Gongchun's Gongchun's Gongchun's gall pot?"

Chen Jingzhi suddenly looked up and said, "The pots made by Mr. Chun earlier were generally not signed at the bottom of the pot. He had a habit at that time, which was that he liked to put the pot in the belly of the pot. You fumble with your fingers and be at the same position as the handle..."

Mr. Liu was stunned for a moment. When he looked at Chen Jingzhi again, his eyes became much more cautious. He quickly put his hand into the mouth of the pot and rubbed it carefully.

"It's really a tree gall pot made by Gongchun." Liu Chunming looked horrified. His eyes under the reading glasses seemed to have a little golden light. He looked at it carefully for a moment again, and then said regretfully: "This pot is such a pity. If it is well preserved, if you take away seven-digit money in Qibaolou, we will not know the goods. It's just a pity that the handle of the pot is not only broken, but also helpless. The body of the pot is damaged. This is not just a residue, but it can only be said to be a waste."

There are very few master works of purple clay teapots from the Ming and Qing dynasties, especially Gongchun teapots. The master-level purple clay teapots sold in several auctions are average for hundreds of thousands of yuan, and some are even tens of millions. Of course, most of them are uncommon.

Liu Chunming said it was quite pertinent. If this singular pot is preserved in quality, it would be at least a million yuan before it could be recovered if it was placed in Qibaolou.

Chen Jingzhi suddenly stood up and said softly: "If I didn't buy this thing back from a street stall, it might not take long to be thrown into the trash can. It's a pity that you said, but if I see it, at least it won't be covered in dust after I see it. It's not difficult to restore the original appearance when I meet someone who should, although there will be some flaws..."

Liu Mingchun frowned and said, "You said repair? But I think it's a big deal. These masters nowadays have no problem making pots, but most of them are not good at repairing pots. There are some experts in the capital who specialize in repairing antiques, but they have many treasures to be repaired. Even if the repair pot is repaired, it is not worth it."

Chen Jingzhi said softly: "Don't let go of the near and far, I'll do it."

"You're here?" Everyone in Qi Baolou was stunned. Liu Mingchun smiled speechlessly: "Young man, it's not that I look down on you. If you are old or practiced from the womb, you can't have enough experience at this age. You can't raise antiques in a few decades. And you have to have at least tens or hundreds of items under your hands to finally get out of the mountain."

Chen Jingzhi pointed to the Gongchun pot and said, "I can recognize it at a glance. You have to believe that I not only have eyesight, but also have tricks in my hands. Besides, the pot on both sides was judged as scrap in your eyes. Why don't you let me try it? To be honest, I don't have those guys in Shanghai, otherwise I would have finished repairing the pot and brought it over."

Liu Mingchun looked at him cautiously and asked, "Are you serious?"

"I'll try..."

There is a special workshop for Liu Mingchun in the backyard of Qi Baolou. When Chen Jingzhi was taken over by him, he also ordered the people in Qi Baolou to prepare some things. He could report at least a dozen times in a series of reports. Liu Mingchun was surprised and looked at Chen Jingzhi with a little admiration. He was not an expert in repairing this field, but some things were impossible to say from his mouth.

In front of a wooden table, Chen Jingzhi sat upright and placed the Gongchun pot in front of him, then burned another pot of water. After the water boiled, he wrapped two pieces of rice paper and put the purple clay pot on a tea table.

Then Chen Jingzhi held a thermometer and tried to boil the temperature. When the water temperature reached 90 degrees, he slowly sprinkled the hot water on the pot wrapped in rice paper.

Liu Mingchun whispered to the people beside him: "This technique is quite novel. I guess he wanted to use hot water to heat the surface of the pot first and remove the impurities attached to it."

Chen Jingzhitou tried the water temperature again. When he saw that the temperature dropped to about 80 degrees, he boiled the water again. When he was 90 degrees, he still poured water on rice paper as before.

After repeating this, it took at least nearly an hour to change the rice paper several times, Chen Jingzhi gave up.

The rice paper was uncovered and there were a lot of miscellaneous shavings on it. It seemed to be good, but there were still many broken flaws on the pot. Chen Jingzhi didn't react much. He went to some purple mud from the side, and then carefully pasted it on the Gongchun pot little by little.

Repairing these antiques is definitely a technical job, and requires delicacy and patience. In the past, when Chen Jingzhi was working with several elderly people in the palace to repair antiques, it was normal for one item to be repaired for ten or half a month, because some procedures lasted very long, just polishing would take several hours, and it would take two or three days to add it. If you don’t pay attention to it, you might be completely useless if you do it.

At the same time, a car was parked at the entrance of Qibaolou and two people walked out of it. Seeing this, the people in the store nodded and greeted, "Mr. Zhao, you are back."

"Well, Lao Liu, tell him to go to the office to see me." The man who called Mr. Zhao ordered a waiter.
Chapter completed!