The annual Xuncheng Antique Fair is located in Cuozai Lane, Wuhua Street. The shops on both sides of the alley are temporarily built tents, and the stalls are invisible to the edge. Except for a few curious tourists, most of them are senior experts in the antique industry, major auction houses, antique shops, antique collectors and buyers. They are essentially informal auctions. The difference is that the trade fair does not guarantee the authenticity. Only by relying on their eyesight can we know that if we suffer losses, we should pay tuition fees and think that we are unlucky.

In the mainland, the scale and level of the Xuncheng Antique Fair are among the top, because it is very close to Hong Kong, and a large number of antiques that are preparing to leave the customs will show their faces in Xuncheng; similarly, there will also be a large number of antiques from all over the world in Hong Kong, which is a place where high-quality fakes gather.

Bai Yu was dressed up as an old-fashioned scholar, with a small goat beard and dark black big-framed glasses; Zhong Liliang was a real bodyguard, gray jacket sneakers, and followed Bai Yu and looked around curiously - he was really curious. He usually followed Bai Yu to run around, or sat outside the venue alone to play with his hands. Sometimes he didn't say a word for most of the day, and occasionally went out with Mei Duo. In such a lively and professional place, he didn't dare to look at it for a long time. He was really ordered to act in Dianxi last time and acted in a play.

"Ding Kiln White Glaze Printed Waist-shaped Round Pillow, if you weren't careful and bought the damn Yellow Eagle stock and leveraged, you almost jumped off the building, who would have been willing to sell it? If you don't have a bargaining price, don't stand here and touch it. If you break it, you can afford it?"

The propaganda of the shopkeeper of Jinxiang Antiques Store attracted a large number of people watching the fun, and they looked at the porcelain pillow in the middle of the display rack repeatedly.

Someone stroked it from beginning to end and praised: "The body is thin and thin, the color is clean, and the degree of porcelain is high. The decorative technique is white glaze printing, which is in line with the characteristics of the Northern Song Dynasty technology. It should be that the white glaze of Ding Kiln should not be wrong."

Another person said: "The glaze is solid, dense, shiny, and glaze surface has glaze and glaze, which confirms that the Ding kiln white glaze has two other names: 'Pink' and 'Tear Glaze'. I think this is an old thing."

One of them looked like an old collector squeezed out of the crowd and questioned: "I see that there is a problem with the 'official' style under the pillow. As far as I know, there is no 'official' style at all in the official kiln porcelain of the Song Dynasty. First, the official porcelain was all monochrome glaze at that time, and the official porcelain was only for royal use, so there was no need to add the 'official' style to write it."

The shopkeeper sneered: "This person only knows one but not the other. The five major porcelains of the Song Dynasty Ruguan Gejun did not have the 'official' stamp, except for Ding Kiln. The reason is that it originally specializes in making porcelain for the royal family. Naturally, it must be noted specifically."

The old collector frowned as if he felt that the shopkeeper was unreasonable and could not speak any refutation.

The shopkeeper said it even more proudly: "Do you see the numbers below clearly? 8. This is the number written by Ding Kiln imitation Jun Kiln in the later period. From the Tang Dynasty to the Qing Dynasty, Ding Kiln and Jun Kiln porcelains were numbered. Many fake workshops could not find any way to imitate them."

An expert on the left said: "If you don't mention anything else, the printing level alone is enough to conclude. Dingzhou not only produced porcelain in the Song Dynasty, but also had a very famous thing called kesi. Printing is to draw on the complete pattern of kesi and carve it into ceramic patterns and printed on the porcelain blank. Therefore, the printing technique of Ding kiln should be the first of the five kilns."

After a few rounds, onlookers increasingly believed that the white glaze printed waist-shaped round pillow of Dingyao was the authentic product, and they all came forward to appreciate it. Three or four bosses or collectors hid aside and whispered to discuss whether to take action.

Zhong Liliang came to the front and looked at it, muttering, "If it is really not expensive, I will go back to Dianxi Antique Street last time..."

Bai Yu was afraid that he would cause trouble when he talked too much, so he forced himself to squeeze out the crowd and said, "This kind of fake is not worth our waste of time."

"What?" Zhong Liliang was stunned. "You didn't listen to the experts just now? The things that were clearly open are similar to those placed in the window of the Dianxi Antiques Store."

"It's also the Ding Kiln white glaze?"

"It seems to be..."

"The last time I also had the word "official"? What numbers are printed?"

Zhong Liliang was asked, and after thinking for a while, he said embarrassedly: "I just glanced at him casually, but I remembered a lot."

"Tell you, the problem lies in the numbers. The porcelain numbers in the two kilns of Dingjun are 1-10. The larger the number, the smaller the porcelain. Later, when the Ming and Qing dynasties imitated, the opposite meaning was the same," Bai Yu whispered, "The number of the block of the elephant porcelain pillow should be 3-4, at most 5, and 8 generally refers to small items such as pen holders, pen washes, tea sets and even dressing boxes."

"Oh, is this a copy of the Ming and Qing Dynasties?"

"The few I just said are basically supportive, with questions and answers, and they are not leaking. They not only eliminate the questions of the onlookers, but also create an atmosphere without showing any slightest expression. However, the price of 120,000 yuan is still absent in my opinion."

“The price is too high?”

Bai Yu smiled and said, "On the contrary, the shopkeeper was guilty and did not dare to report to the high place. What is the origin of Ding porcelain? The stock of China is no more than 100 pieces. Do you think 120,000 pieces are high? It's almost the same to add zero to the back."

Zhong Liliang suddenly realized: "Oh, it's too dark, too dark. I'm afraid all antique shops often do such tricks and cheating, right?"

"The key to playing antiques is to play with words. Don't take it seriously. If you take it seriously, you will lose," Bai Yu said. "Selling fakes is not called cheating, and buying fakes is not called fooling. If you don't have a few brushes in your hand and don't have much money in your pocket, don't play, you can't afford it."

"Anyway... I can't stand it."

The two of them walked along the way. In the depths of the alley, Zhongliliang looked at the ivory dressing box that was only known as the mid-Ming Dynasty. It was about three inches square, with a tangled flower lotus and grass insects butterflies carved on it. The pattern was antique and beautiful. He thought of giving it to his beloved wife Mei Duozhuoma as a birthday gift.

"A real expert," the stall owner gave Zhong Liliang a thumbs up. "I'm authentic ivory carving in the late Ming Dynasty. The material is Asian ivory, a typical Suzhou craftsman's bamboo carving technique. Look at the feel, color, and luster..."

Bai Yu asked casually: "How much does it cost?"

"One-price, six thousand!" The stall owner decided to be determined.

"How about four thousand five..."

Zhong Liliang tried to bargain, but was interrupted by Bai Yu: "The deal is now made by three hundred."

The stall owner seemed to be a cat with a tail stepped on and shouted, "Just kidding, let alone carvings and the years, how much does such a big ivory cost? Don't bargain if you don't know!"

Bai Yu smiled and gently scratched the inner lines of the box with his fingertips, saying: "Ivory has unique tooth patterns, like a tree wheel, expanding to the surroundings with the center of the tooth. The older the age, the thicker the tooth patterns, and are generally herringbone or mesh..."

"Not in the box." Zhongliliang found the problem.

"There are also the so-called ivory yellow, which is obviously smoked. If you don't believe it, please see."

Bai Yu wiped the box with his fingers a few times, and his fingers were light yellow-brown. The stall owner understood that he had met an expert, so he quickly pulled Bai Yu aside and bowed:

"If you eat the same bowl of rice, don't smash each other's signs. Give the dressing box to the old man as a meeting gift, okay?"

Bai Yu signaled Zhongliliang to pay 300 yuan in cash and throw it to him, and take away the dressing box.

Zhongliliang played while walking and said, "Your eyes are full of problems. I think it's good, and it feels very touching... There is indeed a sticky feeling that experts often say, it should be patina?"

Bai Yu laughed loudly.

"Well, are you talking about something outside again?" Zhong Liliang asked in a daze, but deliberately did not say the three words "Secretary Bai".

"You can only truly understand the patina when you reach the level of Mr. Tong. Ordinary players are almost at my level," Bai Yu said. "For example, good people have the temperament of good people, and bad people have the temperament of bad people. Can you tell me what temperament is?"

"Well... maybe."

"You can hold temperament, and patina can also be faked - put it in oil smoke, then waxing it with wiping, and it will feel like you say it is sticky."

Zhongliliang asked in confusion: "What is it not ivory?"

Bai Yu weighed it: "It's probably a cow bone."

Zhongliliang smiled and said, "Is that true? I am the ox, and I like things related to ox the most."

"So it doesn't matter if you play antiques with real or fake, the key is fate," Bai Yu said. "The ox bones are not worth it, but the workmanship and carving are OK, about 300 yuan."

Next, Zhongliliang was gradually infected by the hot and lively atmosphere, and he was ready to buy this one and wanted to buy that one, but fortunately Bai Yu kept stopping it.

"Hey, don't you want to buy a purple clay teapot? That one is very good." Zhong Liliang pointed to the teapot with a simple and heavy shape on the display shelf.

The stall owner immediately took it down enthusiastically and held it in his hand and said, "'Panyu Pan Shicheng', a teapot from Pan Shicheng, a famous artist during the Daoguang period of the Qing Dynasty, is absolutely fine, as long as you are not expensive at all."

Bai Yu took off the lid of the pot and glanced, waved his hand and pulled Zhong Liliang away in a hurry. After walking for more than twenty steps, he said:

"Pan Shicheng was a wealthy official and businessman who was famous in the late Qing Dynasty. He served as the rank of governor. He was a famous red-topped businessman and a great collector who was well-versed in history. The "Haishan Immortal Hall" he built contains gold, stone, ancient calligraphy, ancient books, and ancient paintings, and ancient paintings, and his first private custom pot. The pot has a unique feature that it never signed on the bottom of the pot, and the seal on the edge of the pot lid - "Pan" is not "made by Pan Yu Pan Shicheng". This pot is a fake!"

Zhong Liliang said angrily: "Why do I like fakes all of them?"

Bai Yu said: "Look more and remember with your heart, and you will be able to get started in three to five years."

“It’s too long…”

Speaking of this, Zhongliliang suddenly whispered, "Oh no, we seem to be targeted!"

At this time, the two of them unknowingly walked into the forked alley deep in Cuozai Lane, as if they were about to get up from the teapot and the tourists around them were suddenly gone. The night was dark and the street lights were so dim that it was frightening. From time to time, strange screams came from the darkness, adding a terrifying and treacherous atmosphere.

Bai Yu subconsciously touched the dagger on his waist and said, "You want to buy every item, but I refuse to do it. Some people suspect that we will make a big fuss..."

"What should I do?" Zhong Liliang said, "Call 110 to call the police?"

"The police car cannot be driven in, and there are too many people to enforce the law," Bai Yu's voice was very low, "Wait until it changes."

A faint white smoke rose from the bushes in the corner of the alley not far away, and a sinister voice came from the smoke:

"They are all poor people who are living here. Are they having fun with the poor people who are fine?"

Bai Yu was speechless.
Chapter completed!