"Old Yu, how about this cricket gourd?"

Su Shilun and Yu Xuan were together, so naturally there was no taboo of Fang Yi. When Yu Xuan was checking the object, he was playing with something in his hand. The thing was slurry yellow, but it was a cricket gourd wrapped in ivory.

"Old Yu, look at the cloud dragon and the lion pattern carved on it. Is it something left?" Su Shilun likes miscellaneous antiques very much and has studied it quite well. He knows that Sanhe Liu has made an official model of the cloud dragon and the cloud dragon and the lion pattern, which is understandable.

"The thing is an old thing, but it's a little late..." Yu Xuan took the cricket gourd from Su Shilun's hand and looked at it for a while, with a look of surprise on his face and said, "Why did this thing flow out? Shouldn't it be here?"

"Hmm? Old Yu, whose object is this?" Su Shilun asked when he saw Yu Xuan's expression of shock.

"This...this thing belongs to one of my teachers..." Yu Xuan looked up at Su Shilun and said, "Xiao Su, I want to take this thing down. No matter how much it costs, I will give it to you..."

"Old Yu, it's okay for you to ask for this thing, but you also have to let me know who it is, right?" Su Shilun smiled bitterly when he heard this. He didn't expect that something good was really found in this pile of antiques and miscellaneous objects, but what made him depressed was that Yu Xuan intercepted it from the middle.

"It's Mr. Wang's thing, but I don't know why he has been here?" Yu Xuan took the magnifying glass in his hand and looked at it carefully again, saying: "That's right, this is indeed an item that Mr. Wang collected in his early years. I'll call him to ask him..."

"Old Wang?"

Yu Xuan's words scared Su Shilun. You must know that Yu Xuan's status or seniority is only a handful of people in the industry. No matter how old he is, he can be called a long-time name, and there will definitely be no more than one slap in the face.

"Is it Mr. Wang Shixiang?" Su Shilun was familiar with the antique business, and a name immediately popped up in his mind. In Su Shilun's impression, it was only this old man that could make Yu Xuan call himself a junior.

"That's right, it's the item that Mr. Wang had collected before..." Yu Xuan nodded and said, "Xiao Su, you also know the origin of Mr. Wang. I'm going to keep this thing..."

"Okay, Mr. Yu, I'll take a photo of this thing for you..." Although Su Shilun was very depressed, he didn't say much. Everyone in the circle knew the relationship between Yu Xuan and Mr. Wang. Seeing his things, Yu Xuan naturally couldn't give it to others.

"Old Yu, I... can I take the initiative to ask, "Old Wang Shixiang, who is?" Su Shilun knew about Yu Xuan and Old Wang, but Fang Yi next to him didn't know. He was really curious and couldn't help asking.

"Young man, you like antiques and miscellaneous things, don't you know who Mr. Wang is?"

Hearing Fang Yi's words, Yu Xuan couldn't help laughing, raised his wrist and looked at the time, and said, "We don't have much time on stage, so let's do it. I'll tell you if I have time?"

Yu Xuan had a good impression of Fang Yi. If it were normal, he might have solved Fang Yi's doubts, but at this moment he was employed by Su Shilun and had another unknown task. Yu Xuan had no time to chat with Fang Yi here.

"Then thank you for Old Yu..." Fang Yi hurriedly thanked him. He also knew that his request was a bit too much. Everyone on the stage was racing against time to watch things, so how could they waste time on him?

"It's okay, Xiao Su, don't be stern. I've collected this gourd, there are still good things inside..."

Turning his face, Yu Xuan couldn't help but laugh, and picked up a snuff bottle with landscapes and several characters from the seven or eight objects.

"Old Yu, are you talking about this thing?" Seeing the snuff bottle that Yu Xuan picked up, Su Shilun shook his head and said, "This thing should be imitated in modern times, right? There are not many snuff bottles that got up early in the Qing Dynasty made of crystal materials."

Su Shilun was very knowledgeable about snuff bottles. He knew that in the Qing Dynasty, whether in the folk or the palace, most of them were made of gold, copper, silver, porcelain, materials, jade, coral, agate, amber and other materials. Although there are records of crystal snuff bottles, they became popular when they began to paint the inner walls of snuff bottles in the late Qing Dynasty.

Snuff bottle, simply put, is the container used to hold snuff. It is small in size and can be held by hand, making it very easy to carry.

In the late Ming and early Qing dynasties, snuff was introduced to China. At that time, things called snuff boxes gradually became oriental and snuff bottles were produced. Now people's habit of using snuff is almost extinct, but snuff bottles have been passed down as an exquisite work of art and have been prosperous. They are also a very important category of fine products in literary and entertainment.

"Xiao Su, not too much does not mean there is no..." Yu Xuan smiled and shook his head, saying, "If I hadn't just taken the gourd of Mr. Wang, I might not have given you this snuff bottle..."

"Hmm? Old Yu, what's the point?" When Su Shilun heard Yu Xuan's words, he immediately lit up.

"The craftsmanship during the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty and the objects from the palace construction office are undoubtedly..."

Yu Xuan came to a decisive conclusion and said: "This thing is included in the cultural relics record. It should have been placed in the Old Summer Palace before. It disappeared a hundred years ago. If I guessed correctly, it is a reflowing object..."

When saying this, Yu Xuan deliberately lowered his voice. You should know that even if the things in the palace office of Kangxi of the Qing Dynasty were just a small snuff bottle, they would be valuable. If others heard of it, there would be some competition during the auction.

However, Mr. Yu did not avoid Fang Yi's words. He wanted to see how this young man was. If Fang Yi competed with Su Shilun during the auction, it would not be worth his explanation of Wang Shixiang for Fang Yi.

"Okay, Xiao Su, there are only two things in it that are worth seeing, there is nothing else..." Yu Xuan glanced at Fang Yi and said, "Young man, we've finished watching it. You come and see it. I'll go to another place to take a look..."

Yu Xuan came here today, but was entrusted by someone. Otherwise, he would not have been able to invite Su Shilun with money. After staying at Miscellaneous for a few minutes, Yu Xuan walked to the booth where the bronze ware was placed, because as long as it was true, at least ninety-nine of the 100 bronze ware were unearthed, and the remaining one must have been dug out of the ground in his early years.

Since most bronzes are national first-class or even special-grade cultural relics, according to national laws, unearthed cultural relics and bronzes are not allowed to be traded. Even if they are passed down from generation to generation, they must be handed over to the state once they are discovered. If there are genuine bronzes here, then the relevant departments can check the collection company with this only.

"I heard from Mr. Yu that I have the only two authentic works in these miscellaneous arts..."

After Mr. Yu and the others walked away, Fang Yi first picked up the cricket gourd and started playing with it carefully. However, except for the thick patina on the gourd, Fang Yi could no longer see any tricks.

"I don't know if my magical powers have any effect on these old things?" Fang Yi suddenly had such an idea in his mind. His magical powers can make new objects grow old, but Fang Yi really doesn't know what effect it will have on hundreds of years of antiques.

"What a pity, I don't have time to try it, and I can't afford these things..." Fang Yi could only think about this idea in his mind, because it took him at least ten minutes to see the effect of the items, but he did not allow him to do so when he was on stage.

It was a pity that Fang Yi still recited a few scriptures habitually and played with the cricket gourd in his hand. However, just as Fang Yi was about to put the thing down, his eyes suddenly widened.

"This...what is going on? How can I feel a familiar atmosphere from this cricket gourd?"

Fang Yi's hand holding the gourd was already on the booth, but he stopped moving because when he was chanting the scriptures, he clearly felt a feeling of vicissitudes of time from the cricket gourd.
Chapter completed!