Chapter 248 Celadon Glaze

The closer it gets to the end of the National Day holiday, the more excited Li Zi becomes.

Logically speaking, after returning home, she would have to share Zhang Yang with Shen Yiyi again. Normally, she should be more worried as the date of return approaches.

But Li Zi’s ideas are unusual.

She felt that the most important thing was to experience an unforgettable memory with Zhang Yang at the museum's auction.

If you sleep a little longer, you can only savor it for two or three days at most; but this kind of experience may last a lifetime.

I'll even think of it when I go back to England.

As long as the auction is exciting enough, their trip to the UK will become unique and an exclusive memory.

In order to achieve this goal, Li Zi spent a lot of money and found someone to buy relevant information about this bankrupt museum.

The owner of the museum is Sir Alex Ferguson, who has the same name as the legendary Manchester United coach, but the difference in level is not even a little bit.

When this museum owner first took over the Royal Collection Art Museum, the business he was in charge of was ranked among the top ten in the entire London cultural and museum circles in terms of scale and influence.

But in less than fifty years, he had ruined the family business and dropped to outside the top 100, and no trace of such a person could be found.

Now even the museum is selling it off.

And because Ferguson's reputation in the local area is not very good, no local people attended several of his previous antique auctions.

Helplessly, he turned his attention to foreign tourists.

Most of the people participating in the auction this time were tourists, plus a small number of antiquities dealers.

If you exclude the security guards and the host, someone who doesn't know would think this is a cultural relics exchange event in East Asia.

Li Zi had originally bought a pair of headphones with built-in translation function, but when she arrived at the scene, she found that she didn't use it at all.

The whole world is speaking Chinese...

The auction host didn't quite understand the situation at first and wanted to introduce the items to be sold in English.

The ladies in the audience simply refused to buy it and stood up one after another, pointing at the host and saying:

"Are you kidding me? So many of us have come to support you, and you want to pay us interest? Find someone who speaks Chinese first!"

"What you said is right, we come here to spend money, what do you mean by 'spending money' when you speak English? I don't even understand how to spend money."

"****** (Wenzhou dialect)"

“Speak Chinese please!”

So, in London, England, an auction held by a British boss actually temporarily found a translator who could speak Chinese to host it.

Everyone in the audience communicated in Chinese.

However, each tour group comes from a different place and speaks coded dialects. For young people like Zhang Yang and Li Zi who don't have the blessing of dialects, it is better to communicate in English, which they can at least understand a little.

After these minor setbacks, this simple auction finally officially began.

After all, it is not a formal auction, there are not so many rules and regulations, and buyers and sellers do not need to be elegant.

As soon as the first item was put on the market, the old man in the front row walked directly onto the stage to observe it up close.

Li Zi was sitting in the second row and wanted to go up too, but Zhang Yang held her back.

"What's wrong? If we don't go up, there won't be any room left!"

"Don't worry, didn't you notice that the old man went up alone, and the others didn't move?"

Zhang Yang reminded her, and Li Zi looked back and saw that it was true. Everyone was staring at her, as if it was a very strange thing for her to stand up.

The uncle in the back row was kind enough to remind Li Zi:
"That's the master we hired together to help us check whether the goods are good or not." "You can get his opinion for free later, or you can go and check it yourself. Now just be patient and wait for the master to finish checking!"

After hearing this, Li Zi not only did not move under the gaze of everyone, but also pulled Zhang Yang up.

Then I replied to the uncle just now:

"We won't take advantage of you. We'll take a look at it ourselves later, and you can also refer to our opinions."

As soon as these words came out, Zhang Yang instantly felt like he was standing under the spotlight.

It turns out that truly outstanding people can never keep a low profile, especially when your girlfriend worships and trusts you mindlessly.

Since Li Zi said so, Zhang Yang certainly couldn't lose face. He walked onto the stage with his head held high and his chest puffed out, and stood behind the old man.

At the booth, the master craftsman has already started to assess the products.

The dry hands stroked the white and delicate sky-blue porcelain bowl. It felt like the old man picked up such a large porcelain bowl without any effort, as if he was lifting a piece of heavy stuff with ease.

Very professionally, he tapped the porcelain lightly with his fingers and then put his ear close to listen.

It is obvious that the more traditional "look, smell, ask and feel" method was used in porcelain identification.

This method is very old school, and the conclusions drawn are also very official.

After reading it, the old master used the host's microphone and said in a tone of experienced voice:

"The craftsmanship of this porcelain bowl is very orthodox. The glaze is slightly thick and unevenly applied. The accumulated glaze is mostly blue. It is smooth and crisp in the hand, and it makes a crisp and pleasant sound when tapped... It is a very typical Southern Song Dynasty Hutian Kiln celadon glaze product."

"However, there have been many imitations of Hutian Kiln in recent years, and the imitation craftsmanship is generally not good, which has led to a sluggish collection market. You can decide for yourself whether to buy it."

"Okay, I've finished what I want to say. My friend, please go ahead."

The old master was very polite and made a gesture of invitation to Zhang Yang.

Just this gesture instantly made Zhang Yang feel that this old man was very mean and he seemed to want to laugh at him.

"Go on, Brother Yang, I believe in you." Li Zi clenched her fists and cheered Zhang Yang on.

There are two people, one is a rich girl with a net worth of hundreds of millions, who can make millions every minute; the other is a famous craftsman, a big anchor who can talk and laugh freely in front of tens of thousands of viewers.

But now, they stood in front of the stage cheering each other on, just like primary school students preparing to participate in the Children's Day performance.

Compared with the age of the audience below the stage, Zhang Yang and Li Zi actually look like elementary school students.

So the uncles, aunts and grandpas in the audience were all applauding and welcoming Zhang Yang to the stage.

Come, Xiao Zhang will give you the whole job.

Zhang Yang walked steadily onto the stage. He was quite familiar with the things on the table. They were Hutian Kiln, one of the most famous porcelains in Jingdi Town during the Song and Yuan Dynasties.

The "jade pillow and gauze kitchen" in Li Qingzhao's "Drunk in the Shade of Flowers" refers to the bluish-white porcelain pillows produced in Jingdi Town.

Zhang Yang is not very good at the old-school identification method, and even if he was, he couldn't come up with as many words as the old master.

For Zhang Yang, who makes a living from the system, glaze color, sound, etc., these can only be hinted at but not described.

So he chose an interpretation method that was more suitable for him.

Zhang Yang raised his hand and slapped his eyes, then looked at Li Zi with a helpless expression on his face. He spread his hands and said:
"This thing is a modern imitation."

"The porcelain that earned foreign exchange in the 1950s and 1960s is now earning foreign exchange in reverse if we buy it back."

"Grandpas and aunties who want to buy, please raise your hands!" (End of this chapter)