Chapter 128: What era are we in now? Are we still doing traditional aging?

In the next few days, Zhang Yang came to work on time every day. After taking an old porcelain body at the workbench, he went straight back to the office area to clock in with Xiao Wu as usual.

Chat, treat, and ask questions.

In the office, just as Xiao Wu said, Zhang Yang was a technician, so no matter what he did, others would just watch from the side and no one dared to disturb him.

Soon, Zhang Yang even knew which elementary school Xiao Wu graduated from.

On the morning three days after joining the company, Zhang Yang finally got the express delivery information of a person suspected to be "Alpaca".

The destination was an antique auction house in Yokohama, Neon, and the recipient's name was "Grass Mud Horse".

Translated it means grass (a kind of plant), mud, and horse.

Zhang Yang was 90% sure that the recipient was the alpaca.

As for the remaining 10%, it is possible that they are really crazy and gave such a name.

He secretly sent this address to Shen Yiyi.

Ask her to investigate the auction house and the recipient's information.

Just when Zhang Yang was hiding in the toilet and sending the message, Lao Zhong suddenly came to find him at his seat.

He said in a very serious tone that he had something to talk to him about.

When Zhang Yang heard this, his heart skipped a beat.

The painful experience of being called out for a talk by the homeroom teacher when I was in school suddenly came to my mind.

He wanted to resist, but the other party had already walked out on his own.

Zhang Yang had no choice but to follow Lao Zhong to the balcony.

As soon as he walked up to the other person, Lao Zhong handed him a cigarette:
"Have one?"

"No, and I don't want to be exposed to secondhand smoke, so just bear with it."

"Uh...okay."

Lao Zhong silently put the lighter back into his pocket.

He held the cigarette in his mouth, looked into the distance, sighed and said:
"Xiao Zhang, you can't do this."

"Now you only work two hours a day and make one thing. Isn't that too lazy?"

"Old Geng feels a little unbalanced when he sees you."

"Aren't our wages piece-rate? What's unbalanced about it?" Zhang Yang asked in confusion.

"You are piece-rate, but he is not. Just imagine, he is working hard, and you are chatting and laughing with Xiao Wu. A normal person would definitely not be able to stand it, right?"

"Well, that's really hard to hold."

Zhang Yang nodded and thought, if Lao Geng could endure this for three days, he could be considered a Ninja Turtle.

If I were in his shoes and a colleague dared to slack off like this, I would probably follow suit and do the same the next day.

But if you force yourself to find a reason, Zhang Yang can really explain it.

When he made something, in addition to connecting the bottom, he also had to find a way to carve a mirror image of the word "Shen" on the inside of the bottom foot.

Make sure the flashlight shines just enough to see.

It is equivalent to the previous anti-counterfeiting mark.

What if this den is raided during this period of time, and someone insists on counting the things made by Lao Geng as stolen goods together with Zhang Yang? What should we do then?
So you have to leave a mark.

Zhang Guoqiang’s logo has too many characters, so it would be more commemorative to just leave the leader’s surname.

However, it is not easy to carve a clear "Shen" while avoiding the cameras and other people's sight.

Therefore, Zhang Yang spends a lot of energy to take on a piece of porcelain.

Unfortunately, I don’t dare tell this reason to Lao Zhong, for fear that he can’t bear it.

Zhang Yang thought about it and decided to tell a white lie for Lao Zhong's sake:

"It was you, Old Zhong, who said that Xiao Wu will be leaving in half a month. I have to hurry!"

"Ah? You..." Old Zhong was shocked: "You are really hungry."

"Although I can understand this, it won't work. The boss has noticed you. You only hand in one piece every day. He asked me if you are already eighty years old and can't do heavy work."

"Before you came here, didn't you say that what you lacked was a platform? Now that you have a platform, why don't you cherish it?"

"Oh, you call the workbench for working with glue a platform, right?" Zhang Yang asked directly.

"For someone like me, doing this kind of work is pure hard labor. Even a dog would shake its head when seeing it. Except for Lao Geng, of course."

Zhang Yang almost told the other party that he was there as an undercover agent, not to work.

If it is not the core business of the team, he is not interested at all.

"Other work...you can't sell your wood-fired kiln!" said Lao Zhong with a frown.

"Who said I only know how to use a wood kiln?"

"Have you forgotten that I used the sewing machine because of Kangxi blue and white porcelain?"

Zhang Yang crossed his arms and smiled crookedly.

Lao Zhong was confronted and his momentum weakened a little.

He stood there, looking thoughtful, and after a while, he asked:
"Can you really make Kangxi's blue and white porcelain?"

"Don't even mention Kangxi. As long as it has something to do with ceramics, there's nothing I don't know."

"Innate Ceramic Holy Body, do you understand?"

"I don't understand. I've never seen it." Lao Zhong shook his head, spit out the cigarette in his mouth and went downstairs: "Let's go, let me see what you can do."

"Let's go, let's go. I've been itching to do it." Zhang Yang said impatiently.

……

The place where the blue and white porcelain is aged is not in the work area on the second floor, but in a small room of several dozen square meters on the first floor.

As soon as he entered the door, Zhang Yang heard the sound of clinking and knocking on porcelain.

In the eyes of veterans, this sound is immediately understandable:

This is hitting porcelain with a hard object.

The glaze of newly fired porcelain is very complete. In order to create deep cracks and heavy crazing, this destructive method is used to knock it hard to imitate the damage that the porcelain encounters when it is passed down.

Some people say that this is the most basic method of counterfeiting, but in fact, as long as the craftsmanship is good enough, there is still a chance to produce cracks that look like the real thing.

Since he was already here, Zhang Yang naturally thought that Lao Zhong wanted to test his skills in this area.

I quickly shook my wrists to move them around a bit. The show will start soon.

But Lao Zhong did not stay at the place where the wear and tear was done for long. He took Zhang Yang directly to a sewage pool.

After standing still, he directed the young man who was playing with his phone next to him:
"Da Huang, take something out."

"Let's see how good Master Zhang is."

Soon, a blue and white jade vase with a pattern of flowers and birds was fished out of the pond.

The porcelain had obviously been soaked in sewage for some time. Not only was it dirty, but some of the white glaze had turned slightly yellow.

The shiny sheen on the surface of the new porcelain has completely disappeared.

If you smear some soil on it and say it was just dug out of the ground, Grandpa Lu will definitely believe it.

"Come on, Xiao Zhang, try it out."

"Tell me what this is all about. If I ask you to make it look old next, how will you do it?"

After Lao Zhong handed over the porcelain bottle, Zhang Yang put it directly on the table.

He fanned the air with his hands and smelled the surface of the porcelain as if he was smelling chemicals.

"Yue~"

Zhang Yang dry-heaved.

There is a smell of rotting leaves, which seem to be fermented to the point of producing methane.

"Why is it still made in a traditional way?"

Zhang Yang said with disdain.

However, he also understood that this method was probably passed down from the ancestors of people like Lao Zhong.

It is obviously unrealistic to ask these old people to study acidity and alkalinity and prepare chemical solutions.

The method they can master is to use tea leaves to make fertilizer, then add water and soak the porcelain that has been prepared for wear and tear in it.

The effect is pretty good, at least it adds 50 years of history to this blue and white porcelain vase.

“It doesn’t matter if it’s rustic or not, as long as it’s useful.” Lao Zhong explained forcefully.

"What do you mean, you're still proud?"

Zhang Yang maintained his character and said something sarcastic.

His original intention was to seduce Lao Zhong and ask him about modern methods of aging, thereby improving his status in the other's heart.

But unexpectedly, Lao Zhong didn't catch the fish, but instead caught a bigger fish.

"Then Zhang Zhuo, tell me, how can we make it look old without using traditional methods?"

The speaker was a man with a very gruff voice.

Zhang Yang turned around following the sound and saw a fat man with a beer belly standing behind him.

"you are?"

Zhang Yang had actually recognized him. This man was Boss Song. Wu Bai had shown him his photo before.

It’s a pity that the system doesn’t have hypnosis, otherwise the mission could have been completed by now.

"Xiao Zhang, this is Boss Song." Lao Zhong came over and introduced.

"Oh, it's Boss Song." Zhang Yang nodded in sudden realization: "I heard of your name after I came to Linzhou."

"I have admired you for a long time."

"I've heard of you for a long time, Zhang Zhuo." Boss Song chuckled, "You are the laziest master since the establishment of our laboratory."

"Thank you very much. My time is indeed very valuable."

Zhang Yang said calmly:
"Boss, you were just curious about what modern methods of aging are, right?"

"Yes, you said."

"Okay, then I'll tell you, your method of using tea leaves and other leaves to make antique porcelain actually uses oxalic acid..."

Zhang Yang picked up the paper and pen beside him and quickly wrote down a few chemical formulas.

To put it bluntly, this kind of aging by soaking in water is actually a chemical reaction between oxalic acid and silicates on the surface of the porcelain, which causes corrosion of the glaze and makes it dull.

However, considering that these people might use their own methods to falsify information, Zhang Yang focused on explaining chemical knowledge when he spoke, and the information he talked about was all information that could be found on the Internet, but it was relatively obscure.

"…So when these different chemical phases react and dissolve, the thief light disappears."

"Understand?"

Zhang Yang raised his head and asked.

He was responded by several pairs of innocent big eyes.

Lao Zhong and Lao Da Song are the oldest and the most confused, because when they were in school, they had to take exams to enter junior high school.

They didn't pass the exam, so they didn't continue their studies. Now when they listen to Zhang Yang talk about chemistry and try to understand it, they can't help but feel a little dizzy.

But there are still smart people now, and the young man named Dahuang understands it very well.

When he met Zhang Yang's inquiring gaze, he nodded continuously.

"Da Huang, you understand everything, right?" asked Boss Song.

“Yeah, I learned it before.”

"Okay then, Zhang Zhuo, go ahead."

Boss Song sat down directly, waved his hand and said:
"Da Huang, please continue listening and tell me how you feel after listening."

"Okay, boss." The young man nodded and looked at Zhang Yang with a thirst for knowledge.

Zhang Yang exclaimed, "What a great guy."

It is indeed a modern counterfeiting team. Just like other companies, the boss only reads the meeting summary.

However, in this case, there is no point for Zhang Yang to continue teaching theoretical knowledge.

His purpose now was not to impart knowledge, but to let Boss Song know that he was awesome so that he could be exposed to more core business.

For example, giving money to a big boss.

Zhang Yang thought for a moment, then put down his notebook and pen:
"It's a bit dry to talk about theory like this."

He said to Boss Song:

"Do you have any new porcelain? Let me demonstrate it to you."

　I feel dizzy after writing this, I owe you a chapter and I will make it up tomorrow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)