Reborn Treasure Appraiser: I Really Didn’t Want to Be an Expert

Chapter 28 Kiln-Changed Porcelain

Guan Xingmin sneered, "If I could tell that, I'd be the boss, why would I be a police officer?"

He based his judgment on logic: with postscripts, signatures and seals, the characteristics are so obvious. If it is a real pot, how can it be bought back for 80,000?

"Old Hao, why don't you ask Professor Lin?"

"If Professor Lin can't see it, he'll be a police officer!"

Guan Xingmin was both angry and amused, and pointed at him.

Lin Changqing smiled and said, "The shape of the pot is very similar, but Chen Mingyuan's calligraphy and carving are a little worse than this... Huh?"

He paused again: "Wait, that's not the right word!"

With a low cry, Lin Changqing picked up the pot and looked at it over and over again.

Look for a while, then look up and think for a while. Then look for a while again, then look up and think for a while.

After doing this three times, he held the pot in one hand, closed his eyes, and then used his other hand to draw in front of his eyes.

It looks like a talisman, even more like Lin Sicheng.

Hao Jun looked strange: Was Lin Sicheng like this when we were in the store?

It can't be that this is the Lin family's secret?
No one said a word. After three or four minutes of painting, Lin Changqing opened his eyes, his pupils shining: "Chen Mansheng!"

Hao Jun was full of admiration and gave them a thumbs up: They are indeed worthy of being grandfather and grandson.

Director Guan seemed not to hear clearly: "Who?"

"This is a Chen Mansheng pot in the Eighteen Mansheng Styles, but it has a strong influence of the Yang Mansheng style. It must be a pot he and Yang Pengnian copied together!" Lin Changqing rubbed the pot, unable to let it go. "Exquisite!"

The Mansheng pot is not that rare, right?
On the contrary, as long as you know a little about purple clay, you will know the value of the Mansheng pot.

Guan Xingmin swallowed hard, his Adam's apple sliding heavily. "Eighty thousand?"

"It's genuine, but I didn't buy it. It was bought by Junior Brother Lin!"

Hao Jun pointed at Lin Sicheng proudly and said, "How about it? Isn't that look sharp enough? I brought him there..."

Lao Hao, are you kidding me? This is worth millions.
Besides, how could you make such a joke in front of Lin Changqing?

Sigh, this expression... doesn't seem like a joke?

His sword-like eyebrows suddenly raised, and the wrinkles at the peak of his eyebrows suddenly straightened, and Guan Xingmin's heart skipped a beat.

Was this pot really bought by Lin Sicheng?

"Xiao Lin knows this is a Man Sheng pot?"

“I know, otherwise he would dare to spend 80,000!”

"Old Hao, I didn't ask you!"

"Young people are too shy to brag about themselves."

Lin Sicheng just smiled, and Guan Xingmin's eyes narrowed: It seems to be true?
Sure, Lao Lin...

He turned around and was stunned again.

No...Lao Lin, what are you looking at?
This is your grandson.

But looking at your expression, how come you are even more shocked than me?
Of course Lin Sicheng knew about porcelain. After all, he had been exposed to it since he was a child. He was so well-behaved and studious before he went to college.

But this pot is a replica, and it is so similar that it cannot be attributed to Chen Mansheng or Yang Pengnian based solely on its shape, craftsmanship, and pot-molding style.

It must rely on font style, carving characteristics, seal style, or other features.

I also don’t remember when Lin Sicheng studied calligraphy and painting?
It seems to have.

Wasn’t it his knowledge of calligraphy and painting that enabled him to sell the feather duster to Hao Jun?

Lin Changqing put down the purple clay teapot and thought: "How did you make that judgment at the time?"

Lin Sicheng said succinctly: "Clay!"

Um, material?

Lin Changqing raised his eyebrows and picked up the pot to weigh it.

very light.

He knocked twice more. The sound from the outside was crisp, but the echo from the belly was a little muffled, indicating that the body was thick.

Then why is it so light?
There is only one possibility: the density of the clay is low, much lower than that of Yixing clay.

"The kaolin content is low, this is not Yixing mud."

Lin Changqing turned over the pot and looked at the soles of his feet.

"It is a typical sedimentary clayey siltstone, and the hematite content is also very high. It must belong to the same geological unit as the interlayer veins of Huanglongshan in Yixing (the origin of Yixing pottery clay)..."

After a moment's thought, Lin Changqing's eyes lit up: "Changxing, Liyang... No, it's Liyang: Chen Mansheng was once the magistrate of Liyang..."

Guan Xingmin suddenly understood.

To put it simply, the clay used in this pot is produced not too far from Yixing, such as Liyang, which is directly adjacent to it.

Coincidentally, Chen Mansheng was serving as the county magistrate in Liyang, and it was in Liyang that he received Yang Pengnian, who made the first Mansheng teapot.

It is probably based on this that Lin Sicheng inferred that this was a Mansheng pot.

"But the reason doesn't seem to be enough!"

Guan Xingmin shook his head. "For example, why not Changxing? Changxing is closer to Huanglong Mountain, and the clay composition is more similar to Yixing clay. Moreover, there are records of the production of purple clay teapots in the middle of the Ming Dynasty. Liyang, on the other hand, is relatively unknown..."

"It's because Changxing clay is so similar to Yixing clay that this is not a Changxing pot!"

Hao Jun learned on the spot and took out a flashlight, which shone with a blue light. "Old Guan, see? This pot contains copper. There are no copper mines in Changxing, and there are no copper mines in Yixing. Only in neighboring Liyang..."

Guan Xingmin stared with his eyes wide open and stretched his neck forward.

No, what the hell is this?

The purple clay teapot glows blue...I've learned a lot!
He was a police officer, but that didn't mean he didn't understand. At the very least, he had graduated from a legitimate cultural heritage preservation program. He was just recruited right after graduation and landed this job.

Therefore, his experience is quite rich, and in some aspects, he may have seen more than Hao Jun.

But to be honest, he had never seen a blue-tinted purple clay teapot.

So how should this be calculated: purple-blue clay pot, or blue-purple clay pot?
Seeing Guan Xingmin was stunned, Hao Jun came over and said, "Old Guan, if you didn't know this was a Mansheng pot, would you buy it?"

How can it be?

Not to mention 80,000, even if it was only 8,000, he would have to think about it.

Eh, something's not right?
Hao Jun said that he was the one who took Lin Sicheng there. This meant that he had seen this pot before. But why was it Lin Sicheng who picked up the bargain, and not Hao?

Guan Xingmin raised his head suspiciously and looked at the expressions of the two men: one was calm and composed, the other was wretched and disgusting.

Haha...Old Hao is losing his sight.

In all likelihood, Lin Sicheng had called him out, and more than once, but he didn't listen, or even believed it.

But to be honest, if I were in your shoes, I might not believe it: I’m too young.

That’s why Lao Hao gave himself a shot of defense: Big brother, don’t laugh at the second brother, the same thing will happen if your surname is Guan!
Director Guan suppressed his laughter and said, "So you didn't buy it?"

Hao Jun smiled awkwardly and nodded.

"Didn't Lin Sicheng call you?"

"Clicked!"

"several times?"

Hao Jun was like a mute gourd, keeping silent.

"Haha...you deserve it!"

Lin Changqing was so happy that he put down the pot, looked at Hao Jun, and then looked at Lin Sicheng.

His expression was one of surprise, yet also a hint of solemnity.

Hao Jun roughly understood and smiled nonchalantly:
"Professor Lin, Lin Sicheng said that this pot is very likely a unique piece. If it is kept for two years before being auctioned, it will fetch at least five or six million... I didn't let him say anything else, so you don't have to feel bad..."

Old Hao is generous, and Lin Sicheng is even more generous.

If it were Guan Xingmin, he would definitely hesitate: This is six million, what if Lao Hao wants to give half of it?
"It's indeed not low!" Lin Changqing nodded, "After all, it's kiln-changed porcelain!"

Guan Xingmin and Hao Jun were both stunned, their scalps tingling: What the hell?
(End of this chapter)