After being dressed as a scumbag, I was dismissed? !

The place where Mr. Liu lives is not close to Baoyixuan. It takes about a quarter of an hour to walk. It is a three-entry house, and it looks like he has lived in it for many years.

Once inside, two servants were sweeping the yard, "Master is back, Madam was still talking about it just now."

"Go and tell Madam, I'll be there in a while." Master Liu dismissed the servant and led Gu Beizhi to the study.

"Master Gu laughed, my wife loves to worry." Master Liu explained with a smile.

Not interested in the harmony between their husband and wife, Gu Beizhi just smiled politely, "I'll try to hurry up."

"No, no, let's be more careful, this baby cost me a lot of money." Master Liu waved his hands hurriedly.

Gu Beizhi stopped talking, and when he arrived at the study, Mr. Liu seemed to bring out a wooden box with a lock. He opened the wooden box, and there was another box inside, also with a lock.

After opening the box inside, there was still cotton wrapped in it. Mr. Liu carefully took out the cotton bag and put it on the desk, then opened the cotton bag, and then took a step back, "Master Gu, let's see if this is genuine." ?”

After this gesture, the so-called treasure finally revealed its true face, an ordinary and somewhat old blue-glazed porcelain jar with flower and bird patterns.

Gu Beizhi took out tools, put on gloves, and began to measure and record the data. The tank is 14.5 cm high, 6.7 cm in diameter, and 6.5 cm in bottom diameter. It is not big.

Judging from the carcass of the pot, the carcass is yellow with gray in the middle, the carcass is very thin, the ring foot is shallow, the bottom is blue glazed, and the sound is clear and bright when it is knocked on the pot body. Appears to be produced in a Gongxian kiln.

However, if you look closely at the tire quality, it is slightly delicate, with occasional uneven white spots and few impurities. Then you can see that the drawing technique of the bottle pattern is rough, stiff and not smooth.

Gu Beizhi recorded all these on paper. In fact, he only needs to take a look at it to know whether it is real or fake, and how much it is worth. However, in order to convince customers, he has to record it in detail.

When he saw this porcelain jar for the first time, he had already identified it with his golden finger.

'Name: Celadon glazed flower and bird jar (fake)'

'Type: Porcelain - Jars'

'Production time: within 50 years'

'Value: about 55 taels'

'Appraisal evaluation:? ? ? '

Yes, his gold finger has been upgraded again, and now he can directly see whether it is genuine, and if he upgrades later, he will probably be able to see the identification evidence.

Gu Beizhi thought to himself, Goldfinger told him that he must eat this job.But even though it was obvious at a glance, he continued to record the data by himself. He could feel that besides Mr. Liu, there were people staring at him.

It was a cool feeling, not brought by Master Liu's gaze.

Although he had raised his vigilance in his heart, Gu Beizhi still pretended to study the porcelain pot in front of him very attentively, and looked at it slowly and carefully for a long time, until a piece of paper was filled with words.

He put away all the tools, took off his gloves, picked up the paper and told Master Liu the result, "Master Liu, this celadon porcelain jar is a fake."

"Although it wants to imitate the porcelain pots of the Gongxian kiln in the previous dynasty, because the craftsmanship of firing porcelain in this dynasty is different from that of the previous dynasty, you can see the quality of the carcass. Due to the immature craftsmanship of the previous dynasty, there are many impurities in the carcass. , Flame spots."

"Our country of Zhao has improved the porcelain firing process since 100 years ago. The body is finer, whiter, and has fewer impurities. The tone of the porcelain is clearer and not brittle."

"Looking at the pattern on the body of this vessel, the lines drawn are relatively blunt, the color is single, without layers, and lacks aesthetic feeling."

Gu Bei knew that this crackling was bad, and he wanted to pick out a hundred faults. He said that Mr. Liu's face was stiff and his eyes were blazing, and he finally concluded, "It's an imitation 50 years ago, and it's worth 55 taels." .”

For antiques, 50 years is not considered time at all, and there is no room for appreciation.

If this imitation can be preserved for 1000 years, even if it is fake, it will be worth money.However, it is now just a broken jar of little value.

Seeing Master Liu's heartbroken look, he must have spent more than 55 taels to buy it. He pulled Gu Bei knowingly and asked, "Master Gu, are you right?"

Gu Beizhi copied a copy of the appraisal result, and kept one copy for Mr. Liu, and one copy for the store to keep.

"Gu thinks he has good eyesight. If Mr. Liu invites other appraisers, the result will be the same. At most, there will be a difference of five taels or five taels when judging the value."

Master Liu patted his chest for comfort, and asked what good things Gu Beizhi had appraised.

"Well, I'm ashamed to say that, because I've been in the business for too short a time, I don't have many items that have been identified by me so far. Among them, Huolu Town is relatively rare, only two or three items."

"Oh? Master Gu, tell me quickly to open Liu's eyes." Master Liu asked with interest.

"One of them is a golden silk jade paperweight. It is simple and elegant in shape. The jade is of high quality and free of impurities. It came from the Qi Dynasty 600 years ago and is worth thousands of gold." Gu Beizhi put away his things.

"It's just a paperweight, but it's still so expensive?" Master Liu wondered.

"How much this thing is worth depends on how much the buyer likes it. Paperweight is the fifth treasure of the study room. There are so many people who like it, so the price is indeed higher." Gu Beizhi explained.

"There is one more piece of jadeite with excellent color and excellent transparency. It is about two inches in diameter. There is still room for a pair of bracelets." Gu Beizhi picked up the tea bowl and drank the tea in it.

Mr. Liu narrowed his eyes, and poured another glass for him with a smile, "I heard that Master Gu has accepted a poetry pot and has been reluctant to sell it. Is there such a thing?"

"Indeed, there are not many merchants in Huolu Town, and it is even rarer to bring porcelain from the south. By chance, a merchant came to the store to sell porcelain from the south. Our shopkeeper knew that I love porcelain, so I handed it over to me for appraisal. .”

Gu Beizhi glanced at the tea bowl, but didn't drink any more, "That poem holding pot is yellow-glazed and brown-colored, with 24 characters on the body, elegant and delicate."

"What is the word on the device?" Master Liu's breathing was a little short for a second.

"It's a poem, Wang Wei's "Deer Chai." Gu Beizhi read the poem and commented after reading, "It's a poem about scenery. Generally, poems about scenery are often seen on poetry pots, and a few are about feelings and people. of."

Gu Beizhi's eyes wandered outside the door, and the toolbox was carried on his back, expressing unabashedly that he wanted to leave, but Mr. Liu seemed to be unable to see his hint, and pulled him to ask a lot about poetry and prose. The thing about holding the pot.

"Master Liu, the appraisal is over, you can send someone with me to get the rest of the silver." Gu Beizhi decided to say goodbye without being polite.

"It's still early, Master Gu, why don't you stay for a meal?" Master Liu asked to stay.

"No need, there's still something to do in the shop, so I'll leave." Gu Beizhi insisted on leaving.

Unable to persuade Mr. Liu to stay, he had no choice but to send him away. Just after they left the study, two people came out of the dark room and sat at the desk to discuss, "It seems that this kid really doesn't know the secret information."

The white-faced and beardless man wrote down the verses of "Deer Chai", "No matter what, he has been exposed to secret reports, it is best to cut the weeds and get rid of the roots!"

Goatee thinks that if he kills, he will startle the enemy and let the enemy know that they have found the clue of the secret report.

"The benevolence of a woman!" The white-faced and beardless man took out the code book, compared the words in the Luchai, and compared them word by word, but finally found a strange letter, and found no useful information at all, "This kid Didn't tell the truth?"

Goatee took the notebook and looked at it, then looked at the poem, shaking his head, "It's not that he didn't tell the truth, but we didn't find the key words. It's impossible for every poem to be ciphertext. It should be a sentence with at most one word."

"How do I find this?" The pale, beardless man was a little annoyed, his pale face showing a strange blush.

"Don't worry, the old man can decipher it. You can ask the boy again if he still remembers the handwriting on the holding pot, is there any larger or different handwriting." Goatee stroked his beard, "Remember Wait, just ask in secret, don't kill anyone, the branch of the Liu family hasn't left Huolu Town yet."

The white-faced, beardless man suppressed his anger, and replied, "Understood." He shook his hands and left. If the offshoot of the Liu family was not still there, he would definitely kill the roots, leaving no possibility of accidents.

Did Gu Bei know that his life was almost gone, and he was still worrying about what to do next, and finally the sense of crisis forced him to make a choice.

That night, when Gu Beizhi got home from work, he was knocked out not far from the town. He was woken up by being splashed with a basin of cold water. His eyes were covered with a black cloth, and his hands and feet were tied. up.

A thin voice asked, "Are you awake?"

"Who are you? Why did you tie me up?" Gu Beizhi's clothes were all soaked, and his face was covered with water, but covered by a black cloth, he couldn't see the appearance of the person in front of him, he could only roughly distinguish The direction of this person.

"It doesn't matter who I am, as long as you answer me a few questions honestly, I will let you go." The shrill voice sounded particularly eerie in the ears of Gu Beizhi who couldn't see the light.

"But I don't know the secret. Have you found the wrong person?" Gu Beizhi tried to raise his head, even though he was in a mess right now.

"Don't worry, I found nothing wrong. The question is very simple." The man seemed to be approaching Gu Beizhi, and his shrill voice took another step closer, "First question, when did you learn to identify jade, porcelain, calligraphy and painting?"

Gu Beizhi's heart skipped a beat. The original owner was just an ordinary scholar from a farming family, so of course he didn't learn appraisal skills. "In the past year, I originally liked to look at different antiques and understand the culture, history and stories contained in them. Only after I went to Baoyixuan did I formally study."

In fact, what he said is not very clear, but he did stay in Baoyixuan as an apprentice in the beginning. If it is said that he has excellent talent, it is not unreasonable.

"Leaving the teacher in two months?" The man circled around him.

"In the beginning I did lack skills, but my intuition was sharp and I hadn't made any mistakes yet. The gold appraiser in the shop was not of good character, and the shopkeeper had long thought of dismissing him, so he made an exception and promoted me, intending to find a time to dismiss the gold appraiser. "

Gu Beizhi told this person clearly that he relied on his talent to make a living, good talent and good luck, so he became a regular after only two months.

"Then you are lucky, you received a yellow-glazed and brown-colored poetry pot last month, remember?"

"I didn't take it." Gu Beizhi retorted, and at the next moment, the huge pain made him groan, "Ah—"

The man with a high-pitched voice kicked him with all his strength, "Forget what I told you to answer honestly?"

"I really didn't accept it, but the shopkeeper saw that I like to study porcelain on weekdays, so he gave it to me..." Gu Beizhi's voice weakened a lot, and his body curled up hard.

"Really?"

"Really." Gu Beizhi gritted his teeth and replied, the kick seemed to displace all his viscera.

"You're sensible, that just reminded you not to lie, if you dare to lie...heh." The man's sneer turned into sharp swords, stimulating Gu Beizhi's nerves.

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