"The fire is too big, and it will not be extinguished for a while." Yan Shenglin ran over from the yard with a fancy face dyed by thick smoke.

Gu Yichen couldn't help but smile when he looked at his funny look.

Yan Shenglin pointed to the path next to him, "I'll drive the car over, you can find a safe place first, don't run around."

In the clock tower that was not far away from the night, a man twisted his head proudly.

"Sir, the fire has been burned." The assistant looked into the distance, and the fire soared into the sky, like a giant dragon swallowing the entire courtyard in an instant.

Cheng Jingqi put his hands lightly on the railing, and said with some regret. "It's a pity that such a talent. If he is willing to use it for me, I believe the antique market in the entire Flower Country will be my favorite."

"A new batch of Ru porcelain has come out. Do you want to appreciate it yourself?"

"Do you know what Ru Ci thinks?"

The assistant shook his head, "I am not talented and knowledgeable, but I dare not show off."

"That woman often told me that things like Ru porcelain are the most valuable official kilns. Purple mouth is the biggest feature of the Northern Song Dynasty official kilns. It is another feature that wraps the feet and burns them, and has traces of sesame nails at the bottom of the utensil. It has been imitated throughout the ages, but the most expensive one is the appearance of the Northern Song Dynasty official kilns."

"This batch was designed by you personally, and you added the purple color at the caliber. You specially selected the tomb soil, poured it on catalyst, and buried it in the ground for a long time. After several years, when the soil and the new instrument are tightened, any flaws will not be flaws."

"Hahaha, right? The flaw is not the flaw, that is the authentic one."

The arrogant laughter echoed around the bell tower for a long time, and the night wind suddenly blew...

After settling down in Qinhuai, it was almost early in the morning.

Gu Yichen rubbed his sore shoulders and as soon as he got in the car, he noticed that his eyes were particularly focused on him.

The light in the car was very dark, and only one of his facial contours could be seen vaguely.

Yan Shenglin turned on the lights in the car, and the expression on his face was a little strange, as if he was doubting something.

Gu Yichen took out his handkerchief and handed it over, "Wipe, your face is like the bottom of the pot."

Yan Shenglin was unmoved and still maintained a motionless posture.

Gu Yichen glanced at him several times, and finally took a handkerchief and wiped the black and gray on his face bit by bit. He couldn't help laughing, "You are like a big show, or a black-faced actor."

"I won't ask more about what you won't say." Yan Shenglin took the handkerchief in her hand and wiped it himself, "Go back?"

"I won't go back so late. Just send me to the night market in Dongcheng." Gu Yichen patted the wooden ash on his body, without any fatigue.

Yan Shenglin stepped on the accelerator and said, "Are you not sleepy?"

“I can’t sleep now.”

"You little girl, you are very worried about movies."

The atmosphere in the car suddenly became quiet. It was better to say that it was a very strange dead silence, like the kind of silence that even breathing became dispensable.

Dongcheng in Nanzhen is a famous city that never sleeps in Y. It is not the kind of night in the world of flowers, but the bribery of various antiques and antiques that are noisy all night.

Headhunters from major cities gather here as soon as the market opens, rushing to wholesale various toys.

Yes, wholesale.

There are more imitations of goods here than genuine ones, and almost everything on the stalls will be pasted with new imitations of dynasty and dynasty.

But there are also times when you are out of sight, you put out the authentic products as imitations.

Gu Yichen has been here twice in his previous life, so he naturally knows where to find a bargain or even a big bargain.

In front of the stall, the shop owner was listening to the radio attentively, chewing melon seeds in his mouth, occasionally frowning and sighing that the situation was uncertain.

Gu Yichen squatted on the ground to pick and choose. There were many imitations that were too lazy to grind even the patina, and he wanted to write the five words "I'm a fake" on the porcelain.

The boss took a sip of tea, paid attention to the little girl who had been squatting for less than ten minutes, and joked, "Do you like it? I like it, uncle is selling it to you cheaper."

Gu Yichen suddenly gathered his eyes and stared at one of the piles of ragged bowls. The white glaze seemed a little dirty. Perhaps the owner himself was indifferent to its appearance and his surface was covered with dust.

The shop owner hummed and said, "Does the girl have something you like?"

Gu Yichen looked at the white-glazed high-foot bowl with extravagant mouth, deep arc wall, and circle foot higher than ordinary bowl foot and lower than the high-foot bowl. This bowl shape was created by Xuande official kiln. Xuande style was written in the heart of the bowl, and it was said to be used for sacrificing and ceremonial rituals. It was passed down from generation to generation to include sweet white, blue and white varieties.

The bowl is covered with white glaze inside and outside. The glaze surface is delicate and moist, with a slight white and a little green in the middle. It is darkly engraved with a tangled lotus pattern on top.

This is the high-foot bowl of the sweet white lotus escort eight-treasure pattern of Xuande in Ming Dynasty.

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