Reborn 1980, I amaze the world by picking up scraps

Yongle was a special emperor, mainly because his identity was not orthodox enough. He was not the prince designated by the old emperor, but ascended the throne himself through Jingnan.

In Yongle's era, everyone grew up with Confucian orthodox education. Therefore, deep down in his heart, Yongle felt a little sorry for his father, so he especially liked the color white.

This led to a large number of white porcelain being fired during the reign of Emperor Yongle, both in the palace and among the people.

The white porcelain produced during the Yongle period was of excellent quality and reached a new peak unprecedented in the history of porcelain.

The emperor himself also liked white porcelain. At that time, a small country once offered him a jade bottle as tribute, but the emperor rejected it directly.

The emperor said that the white porcelain bottle he used was very good and he did not like jade at all.

If the white porcelain bottle in front of me is really Yongle white porcelain, based on the size of this porcelain bottle, it would be worth at least seven figures in the international market.

The people present are all knowledgeable. After listening to Manager Fang's introduction, everyone became energetic.

Someone took out a magnifying glass and began to take a closer look at the large white porcelain bottle.

"Yongle white porcelain, also known as sweet white porcelain. The sweetness mainly refers to the sweetness of the white porcelain. It looks sweet. Look at this porcelain vase, isn't it very sweet?" Manager Fang introduced with a smile.

The body of sweet white porcelain is as thin as paper and the color is as moist as sugar. The large white porcelain vase in front of you also has these two characteristics.

In addition to Manager Fang, there was also a middle-aged woman in her 40s who called herself Sister Wang. She was the owner of the white porcelain bottle, and the others were buyers.

The old overseas Chinese father and daughter took turns holding a magnifying glass to observe the white porcelain bottle at close range, then touched it, and then asked Manager Fang to check the balance together.

The base is a standard four-character official script, made in the Yongle year. At that time, all official kilns produced were of this style, so there was no problem at all.

The old overseas Chinese clapped his hands and looked at the middle-aged woman kindly, "Sister, what price do you want to sell it for?"

The middle-aged woman looked like she had not seen much of the world. When someone asked, she tugged on her clothes a little awkwardly and said, "I don't understand either. It was left by the old man in the family and has been hidden in the cellar."

"Why don't we go next door for a cup of tea and talk about the price..." The old overseas Chinese smiled brightly, and his daughter immediately came up and dragged the middle-aged woman to the next door.

"Mr. Gu, with so many people watching, let's not make private quotations. Let's compete together and the one with the highest price will get it. How about that?" A man with a slicked back hair interrupted the old overseas Chinese.

"That's right, Manager Fang didn't save this game for you alone. Everyone who sees it will have a share."

There were five or six buyers at the scene, and they all came together to denounce Mr. Gu and his daughter.

After a period of quarrel, an agreement was finally reached, and the auction was held on-site, and the highest bidder would win.

Manager Fang was very happy. Everything that came out of his hands required commission, so naturally the more expensive it was, the better.

Yuanni followed Mr. Geng for a while. She stood at the door and could just see Mr. Gu and his daughter.

She had dealt with this father and daughter in the provincial capital before, and they were not on good terms with each other. They almost always bought whatever Yuanni bought.

Yuanni didn't want them to take advantage of her again, so she whispered a few words in Mrs. Geng's ear and asked her and Mr. Geng to go in first.

Seeing the old couple from the Geng family arriving, Manager Fang became even more happy, "Don't worry, everyone, we have a lot of good stuff today, but we can't get the white porcelain bottle, and there are other things."

Mrs. Geng nodded and indicated that she also had the goods.

Everyone saw the baggage in Mrs. Geng's hand and knew that her goods were small items.

Although antiques are not distinguished by their size, the larger they are, the more valuable they are, such as the Yongle white porcelain vase.

So even though Mrs. Geng is here, everyone's main goal is still on the white porcelain bottle.

Manager Fang was also unambiguous. When everyone arrived, he immediately organized an on-site auction.

The price of Yongle porcelain bottles in the international market starts at six figures. Since it is an international market, it must be settled in US dollars.

Everyone knows this, because as soon as the bidding started, someone quoted 1 yuan.

The owner of the white porcelain bottle immediately showed a look of surprise and joy.

The price rose very quickly, from 10 yuan to [-] yuan, then from [-] yuan to [-] yuan, and finally to [-] yuan by Mr. Gu.

Everyone else has withdrawn from the bidding, leaving only Da Beitou, who is still bidding with Mr. Gu.

Da Beitou thought about it for a long time, and after raising the price to 11 yuan, he finally made no further offer. They came to China to buy goods, certainly not for poverty alleviation and charity, but to make money.

If 11 yuan is converted into US dollars, it is more than 1 yuan, which is already more than the ideal base price of the big back head.

In the end, Mr. Gu won the white porcelain bottle for 12 yuan.

Manager Fang announced with a smile that the white porcelain bottle belonged to Mr. Gu.

Mr. Gu was also unambiguous. He opened the box, took out the large bundles he had prepared a long time ago, and counted them to the middle-aged woman one by one.

The middle-aged woman put the money in a sack and smiled so hard that she couldn't see her eyes. "Thank you. You are such a good person."

Mr. Gu was a little confused by what the other party said. At this moment, Yuanni came in.

Old Mrs. Geng smiled and introduced Yuan Ni to Manager Fang, saying that this was her goddaughter. "The few items I brought today belong to my goddaughter."

Da Beitou didn't receive the white porcelain bottle, so he was a little anxious, "Since it's in stock, let's take it out and take a look."

Miss Gu is the daughter of an old overseas Chinese. She doesn't like Yuan Ni when she sees her. In addition, the father and daughter received sweet white bottles today, so her tone was very harsh. She snorted coldly,

"What good things can she have? Can it be compared with the white porcelain bottle?"

Yuan Ni can't tolerate people who don't want to buy but still trample on them. "Ms. Gu's collection is not necessarily valuable. Do you dare to let me see it?"

Mr. Gu smiled and made a gesture of invitation, "Just take a look."

With so many pairs of eyes watching, there is no need to worry that Yuan Ni will do something dirty and break the white porcelain bottle.

Yuanni touched the white porcelain bottle carefully, then took out a magnifying glass to take a closer look.

As soon as Da Beitou saw Yuan Ni's movements, he knew that this was an expert. He couldn't help but ask, "How is it? Is it a licensed product?"

Yuan Ni pointed to the bottom of the white porcelain bottle, "The bottom of the bottle is genuine."

Da Beitou scratched his head, "What do you mean the bottom of the bottle is real? Since the bottom of the bottle is real, this white porcelain bottle must also be real..."

After muttering a few words, Da Beitou suddenly woke up. He asked for the magnifying glass in Yuan Ni's hand, squatted down, and looked at the bottom of the white porcelain bottle carefully.

Mr. Gu and his daughter were horrified by the big back movement.

The two of them have been dealing in antiques overseas all year round, and they have also heard of some tricks that can be used to change things, and they can't help but feel chills running down their backs when they think of it now.

They thought of a possibility, could it be...

Mr. Gu could no longer hold back, and hurriedly took out a magnifying glass, squatted down, and observed carefully.