The attic has all the information about the past and present, and I became rich by becoming a trader

Xu Ziyang and his son also leaned over to take a look and found that the vase had changed color.

"Mr. Chen, why does this vase change color?" Xu Yuan asked.

Chen Fei seemed to know a lot about the Fuguang Kiln and started talking about its origin and history. Nowadays, there are not many well-preserved Fuguang Kilns in China, and those of this size like this white jade vase are even rarer.

After caressing the vase lovingly for a while, Chen Fei turned the vase over and looked at its bottom.

The seal of "Grand Recruitment of the 24th Year Official System" was dark red, a color that only appeared after years of precipitation. But the next second, Chen Fei's eyes suddenly widened.

There was actually a leaf printed on the upper left corner of the seal on the bottom of the bottle.

He turned around and looked at Song Youan in shock.

Song Youan was sitting on the sofa, browsing her phone. She seemed to sense Chen Fei's gaze. She slowly raised her head to meet his trembling pupils, and frowned in confusion: "What's wrong, Mr. Chen?"

Chen Fei asked, "Is this vase the first batch of Dazhao official kiln?"

"what?"

Song Youan didn't understand, and Xu Ziyang and his son were also confused, wondering why Chen Fei was so excited.

“It’s the first batch of floating light kilns!”

Song Youan was slightly surprised. How did he know?

But she shook her head in confusion: "I don't know about that. How did Mr. Chen see that?"

Chen Fei pointed to the red leaf at the bottom of the vase and said, "It has a logo. Dazhao had the custom of printing leaves on first-fired porcelain. The leaf here means that this vase is one of the first batch fired in the Fuguang kiln in history."

Song Youan understood. She had noticed the leaf at first, but she didn't know much about it, so she didn't take it seriously.

Xu Yuan hesitated for a moment, and as a businessman, he couldn't help but ask tentatively, "Mr. Chen, will the price of this vase also increase because of this?"

Chen Fei nodded. "Of course. Normally, a Fuguangyao piece the size of a cup or a bowl, as long as it's not obviously damaged or depreciated, would have a market value of three to five million. For a vase the size of this one, and in such good condition, it would start at at least ten million."

"But if it were a first-generation Da Zhao porcelain, the price would conservatively be double. But it's so rare, if it were auctioned, the price would only be higher because someone would definitely spend a fortune to compete for it."

Upon hearing this, Xu Yuan widened his eyes in shock.

Xu Ziyang was even more confused. "A vase worth tens of millions?" He really didn't understand the value of antiques. "Isn't it just a change of color? Modern technology can easily make it, right?"

Just because it's nine hundred years old, it's so expensive?

He came and sat down next to Song Youan, and asked curiously, "Where did you get this? Was it passed down from your ancestors?"

Song Youan glanced at him sideways and said nothing.

Xu Ziyang said to himself: "It seems that I misunderstood you. If you have such a good thing, it is reasonable for you to become rich."

Seeing that Song Youan was still browsing her phone and ignoring him, Xu Ziyang felt a little unhappy.

The next second, he quickly snatched Song Youan's phone with a provocative smile on his face.

Song Youan was startled and glared at him, "Are you sick? Give me your phone."

"No, I have to get myself off the blacklist first." Xu Ziyang stood up and was nearly 1.9 meters tall. When he raised his hand, it almost touched the ceiling.

"Your father is here, don't let me embarrass you." Song Youan warned.

Xu Yuan was standing nearby. Seeing this, he feigned displeasure and said, "Zi Yang, what are you doing? Return the phone to Miss Song."

"Dad, we old classmates are just joking, it's okay." Xu Ziyang said happily, took his phone and ran out of the office quickly.

"Xu Ziyang!"

Song Youan followed closely behind.

Xu Yuan shook his head and turned to Chen Fei and said, "Mr. Chen, don't worry about them. They are young people after all. Tell me more about this vase..."

Song Youan chased out of the office and found Xu Ziyang standing next to the secretary's desk, looking down and quickly operating something on her mobile phone.

When she came forward, Xu Ziyang turned around and handed the phone to her: "Okay, don't block me from now on."

Song Youan snatched the phone away, and then kicked Xiao Ziyang without hesitation.

"what--"

Xu Ziyang immediately wailed and covered his body with his hands. The 1.9-meter-tall man instantly hunched over and curled up into a ball like a cooked lobster.

His face was flushed and veins appeared on his forehead. He wanted to speak, but the pain there was too intense. He could not utter a word except for a low moan.

The secretary at the secretarial desk stared at Song Youan with eyes wide open in fear.

"I warned you, don't embarrass yourself!"

The pain lasted for half a minute before the intensity subsided. Xu Ziyang bared his teeth and said, "Song Youan, you're so fucking cruel! If anything happens to me, you'll be responsible for me!"

"I'll be responsible for collecting your body!"

Song Youan replied and returned to the office without looking back.

The secretary finally came to his senses and asked cautiously, "Sir, do you need any help?"

Xu Ziyang endured the severe pain and stood up straight. He looked up at the corner of the roof and found that there were four surveillance cameras at the door. He took a deep breath and said, "Please help me delete the surveillance."

If this gets out, his reputation will be ruined.

The secretary nodded woodenly, as if he had not yet recovered from the shock.

In the office, Chen Fei carefully placed the vase aside, then picked up one of the two scrolls and slowly unfolded it.

The words "Yuan" jumped into my eyes.

The neat running script with straight horizontal and vertical strokes is Liu Fengyan's signature style.

Chen Fei had seen Liu Fengyan's authentic works many times, so he could tell at a glance that the calligraphy in front of him was authentic.

Yuan?

He looked at Song Youan curiously: "Miss Song, I remember this is your name, right?"

Song Youan nodded and casually explained, "My grandfather gave me this name because of this calligraphy."

Chen Fei nodded in understanding, but he had no interest in Liu Fengyan's calligraphy because he had seen too many of them.

Can't wait to unfold another scroll.

The word "Youth" is vividly displayed.

The writing is smooth and flowing, and the ink is faintly visible due to the weight of the brush. Compared with Liu Fengyan, Han Mo's handwriting has a stronger personal style.

Chen Fei's suddenly widened eyes were enough to prove that he was conquered by the calligraphy in an instant.

"What a good word! What a good word!"

Chen Fei exclaimed in surprise. Xu Yuan, who was standing beside him, stared blankly for a long time, unable to understand why Mr. Chen was so excited.

But he also pretended to say: "It's really good."

At this time, Xu Ziyang pushed the door open and walked in, his walking posture was a little strange.

Xu Yuan saw that his son seemed to be walking with his legs clamped together, and his face darkened. He asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Xu Ziyang shook his head, walked to the sofa and sat down, being unusually obedient and silent.