"It's Mr. Yuanbai's character." The experts present knew who wrote the five thin and ancient characters when they looked at them.

Someone said that he was surprised: "The old man has eye disease. Haven't he closed his pen in the past two years?"

"Nonsense!" The second master happened to be next to him and replied: "When we were chatting just now, the old brother said that I had spots on my face. There were more spots on my face than on my face. It was really an old man who fell on the pig."

No one dares to deal with each other. If the two brothers can say this, others can only listen.

But everyone also understood: It seems that Mr. Yuan Bai's eye disease has been cured. Should he find an opportunity to come to ask for a picture of the book?

There are quite a lot of people who think about this, because the old man has a characteristic: he never collects pens.

"I cured my eyes of the old man." Xiao Liuzi was here, so he announced with great pride.

Everyone laughed, who believes you, a little damn?

Next, no matter whether you know it or not, you will naturally have to go around the museum.

Some people are also busy and plan to say goodbye.

The old hat shouted loudly: "No one is allowed to leave, there will be hospitality in the canteen in the film and television city at noon."

When I heard this, I basically didn't leave. The canteen of the Film and Television City is now no worse than those big restaurants.

"What's good to eat?" Someone else cheered next to him.

The old hat laughed: "It's enough for lunch."

Everyone entered the museum one after another, and the crowd immediately scattered. You go to the porcelain hall, and he goes to the bronze hall.

Hundreds of people were scattered in it, and it immediately became much thinner.

Liu Qingshan accompanied a large group of professional and semi-professional people to visit. This is not because he favors one and the other, but mainly divides the occasion.

Their team also has the most people. Those who don’t know how to do it, of course, have to follow the experts and listen to what they say.

Even Wang Fujun brought several merchants from the island country to mingle in it.

The first one to go to was of course the porcelain restaurant, and of course it was not for nothing.

Qingshan Museum also classifies exhibits according to the age.

Outside the booth, there is a transparent special glass cover, and pieces of porcelain are placed inside.

The soft light shines, and these exquisite porcelains are quietly displayed in it, as if telling an ancient history.

The splendid ancient civilization of China is contained in it.

"It's rare. The fine products of Ru kilns from the Song Dynasty, the sky blue glaze, and even our museum has only a few pieces."

Fatty Jin is a self-professional person, so he simply acts as a tour guide:

"Now, there are 65 records of Ru kiln utensils in major museums around the world. It is estimated that the real number of pieces in existence is less than 100 pieces, which is rare and really rare."

Otherwise, it would be an expert, and after hearing what he said, everyone suddenly realized.

Looking at the small brush "glaze color is like rain passing by sky blue" inside, but the size of a palm is so sparse.

However, no one asked about the value. The antique craze has not yet emerged. What everyone cares about is the value of the cultural relics themselves, rather than the external economic value.

Continue walking forward, and a few low screams came from the crowd, but they were several experts who came with Mr. Yuan Bai.

The reason why they lost their voice was because they saw two huge blue and white jars in the booth, and the dynasty marked in this area was the Yuan Dynasty.

"Yuan blue and white porcelain, or big jar, no?" An expert's face was almost stuck to the glass.

The security personnel standing next to him took a step forward and were about to stop him, but they saw Liu Qingshan waving his hand, and the security guard did not take action.

It was only in recent years that the Yuan Dynasty blue and white porcelain was widely reached in China, believing that there were blue and white porcelains in the Yuan Dynasty.

"This pair of blue and white jars of characters can also make up for the gap in our domestic collection." Researcher Li was also busy here for a month, so he knew the details and did not show too much surprise.

In turn, he made fun of his companion: "Old Liu, calm, you must be calm. I have even taken these two big jars."

But he forgot that when he first saw the blue and white jar, he was even more disobedient than others.

Since you have said that, it must be the authentic one. And if the fake one is really exhibited, the reputation will be bad, and ordinary museums will not do this.

The Palace Museum also collects several Yuan blue and white porcelain pieces, and there are also large jars, among which the dragon cloud pattern jar is the most precious.

However, there are really not many blue and white jars of characters like this, so Researcher Li said that it made up for the gap in the collection industry.

"It's not yours, why are you proud?" The researcher Liu muttered just now, but he couldn't eat the grapes and said that the grapes were sour.

For the appraisal experts, just looking at how you can enjoy it, it would be great if you can get started.

"This one is returned from overseas." Uncle Lu pointed to the big jar down the Guigu and introduced.

Uncle Lu also specially introduced a foreign friend, of course, that Mr. Boban, and he also made a special trip to come here.

Everyone sighed again. Some people originally thought that a private museum was just a casual play, and probably had no decent collections.

I never thought that there was a small temple in the place where the Buddha was big.

Especially those experts, they were originally giving face to the old man and making a move.

Now that I have long lost my contempt, they all correct their mentality and become serious.

The little old lady even sang a song "Blue and White Porcelain" live. The blue misty rain that day really made people feel unusual beauty.

Two large blue and white jars were watched for a long time before continuing to move forward. Then everyone saw a small cup the size of a child’s fist was placed on a separate platform.

"Chicken Cook Cup!"

There were many more people who exclaimed this time because this thing is so famous.

I saw this small cup as thin as paper. Under the light, it was as white as jade. The flock of chickens painted on it was bright in color and vivid and lively.

Someone whispered: "The sun is beautiful and the spring breeze is gentle, and the hens are roosters are gorgeous. The golden tail is hidden from the head, and the anger is as if you listen to Jia Chang's call..."

A small cup called these experts and laymen were deeply immersed in it.

"Oh, if I could drink a cup of tea with this cup, I would be enough to comfort my whole life." Another expert Liu just now let out a long sigh.

As a result, Researcher Li took over the conversation: "Old Liu, I have fulfilled this wish for you. When I finished the arrangement the day before yesterday, I was lucky enough to use this cup and drink a cup of tea. Haha, I still remember it!"

You said this is not annoying? Expert Liu glared at this companion:

"You dare to bring such a precious baby to drink tea, so you are not afraid of misstepping. Can you afford it?"

An old friend is about to start arguing.

"The utensils are for use, not for viewing." Mr. Yuan Bai spoke, and the two of them immediately shut up.

The old man nodded to Liu Qingshan with approval: He was able to entertain guests with chicken cups, and this young man was very much in his appetite.

Fatty Jin began to perform his duties as a tour guide again, of course, it can also be said to be showing off:

"Everyone, this chicken jar cup is the full name of the Ming Chenghua Doucai Chicken Grooster Cup. There are only less than twenty pieces in the world. It is a blessing that we can see this thing today."

Everyone nodded repeatedly, and finally a layman asked, "Isn't that very valuable? I don't know how much it is?"

The question was naturally Wang Fujun.

Fatty Jin glanced at the guy: "Priceless treasure."

Even in this era, you can still get tens of millions of dollars in auctions.

Wang Fujun encountered a soft nail and felt a little angry, but he couldn't have an attack in front of so many people, so he could only endure it.

Continue to look down, Wang Fujun saw a big bowl in the booth, with white spots covered with blue texture. It looked like a broken bowl that had been bumped countless times.

He didn't dare to provoke Liu Qingshan, so he turned his eyes and started chatting with the Japanese merchants through the translation.

Soon, a harsh laughter sounded, which attracted everyone to look at each other.

I saw a young islander laughing. He pointed to the big bowl inside the booth and said something.

"What does it mean?" Fatty Jin asked the translator.

The translator was very responsible and translated truthfully: "Mr. Kameda said, why is this broken bowl qualified to be placed here? It is like a chicken pecking, and it should have been thrown into the trash can long ago."

This made everyone angry. Is it obvious that they look down on others?

However, looking at the big bowl in the display cabinet, I felt that what the Japanese said seemed to make some sense, and it was difficult to argue for a while.

However, those professionals all looked strange, and their eyes looked at Mr. Kameda were full of jokes.

Liu Qingshan blinked and looked at the Japanese with a smile:

"Mr. Kameda, right? I think you have misunderstood. If you are interested in Chinese cultural relics, you might as well read more books, learn about relevant knowledge, and then evaluate them."

Although I am kind, anyone can hear the contempt in my words.

Mr. Kameda also snorted coldly: "Am I wrong?"

The companion next to him showed his eyes: We are here to negotiate business. What is the point of arguing about such a meaningless thing?

However, Kameda was young and energetic, and had a bit of extreme thought in his bones, so he started firing fire as soon as Wang Fujun was guided.

Liu Qingshan smiled and shook his head, then made a gesture to Fatty Jin. Let’s leave this kind of thing to professionals to explain.

Fatty Jin also coughed lightly to attract everyone's attention, and then he spoke:

"This utensil was a large blue-glazed bowl from the Xuande period of the Ming Dynasty. It was made of a special craft. After Xuande, the craft was lost. It was only when I knew it was re-imitated."
To be continued...