Peerless prodigal system

"That's right, I was worrying too much. Xiao Wu, your level of appreciating treasures is probably on par with Lin Zhengde. As long as Duan Xiaoming doesn't cheat, I think you will have no problem winning him."

Liu Shan believed in Wu Liang's level of appreciating treasures, but Liu Shan was worried that Duan Xiaoming would play tricks, because it was obvious that Duan Xiaoming came to Wu Liang to compete for other purposes, not just for fun.

However, the prodigal son Wu Liang, Master Wu is upright and has never been afraid of anyone or any challenge.

At this time, Wu Liang picked up the purple clay pot and glanced at it.

The art of appraising treasures was opened, and the conclusion was drawn directly: there is no doubt about the authenticity, Feng Xianglong Teng Zhang Shifang, dated March 11, 230th year of Yongzheng in the Qing Dynasty, weighs [-] kg, and has a market price of [-] million.

Appraisal is that simple, just a few seconds.

"The real thing, made by Zhang Shifang, a master potmaker during the Yongzheng period of the Qing Dynasty, and inscribed by Feng Xianglong." Wu Liang said in a calm tone.

As soon as this remark came out, the Tibetan friends onlookers all exclaimed.

"It's almost too soon! It's only a few seconds, and I haven't even had time to time it!"

"I'm so speechless! What's the matter? It can't be foolish, how can it be so fast!"

"Is this really a pot made by Zhang Shifang during the Yongzheng period of the Qing Dynasty? Why don't I believe it?"

"Don't worry. Does he mean what he says? I don't believe that anyone can discern a treasure in three seconds."

"If there is a good show to watch, it depends on how Duan Shao ends up. Fast speed does not mean high accuracy. Do you understand what I mean?"

"What do you know! Duan Shao is prudent, and the accuracy rate of making fast decisions must be low."

Contrary to the views of the onlookers, Liu Shan felt that Duan Xiaoming was doomed to lose this time when he saw that Wu Liang had made a judgment so quickly.

Wu Liang's ability, Liu Shan knew very well in his heart, he had witnessed many times of three-second appraising treasures, it was fast and accurate, and it was miraculous.

As long as Duan Xiaoming doesn't engage in other tricks, Wu Liang wants to win like a bag.

Duan Xiaoming was not in a hurry when he saw that Wu Liang quickly came to the appraisal conclusion, because in his opinion, how could there be such a thing as a three-second appraisal in this world, it is simply too absurd, Wu Liang must be blind!
Duan Xiaoming also seemed to have a plan in mind. He picked up a magnifying glass and carefully observed the purple sand pot. He knew that as long as the accuracy was guaranteed, he would not lose. So what if Wu Liang was fast?

However, when Duan Xiaoming stared at the purple clay pot with a magnifying glass in his hand, his expression became more and more serious.

He found that the information he had identified step by step was extremely similar to what Wu Liang said.

Gradually, Duan Xiaoming's brows became pimples.

He secretly said in his heart: "How is it possible?! Judging from the shape of the purple sand pot, it is indeed in line with the style of the Yongzheng period in the Qing Dynasty. The inscription on the bottom of the pot is also Zhang Shifang, and the inscription on the pot is also in line with the characteristics of the time. It seems that it is true. It was made by Zhang Shifang, the master pot maker of Yongzheng in the Qing Dynasty, how... how did he know?"

Duan Xiaoming's face was a little ugly, he bit his bullet, and said: "Hehe, you guessed it right, the purple sand pot is indeed a real product from the Yongzheng period of the Qing Dynasty, it was made by Master Zhang Shifang, not a fake."

Duan Xiaoming, who seemed to have a normal expression, was very surprised in his heart.

The other party only spent a few seconds, at most no more than three seconds, but he spent a full 10 minutes.

Before he could recover, Wu Liang asked him: "Duan Xiaoming, can you tell me the year when this purple clay pot was produced? The concept of time in the Yongzheng period is too broad. What I want is a specific period."

Wu Liang suddenly changed from being passive to being active. He wanted to mess with Duan Xiaoming just because of his thoughts, and it depended on whether he was in the mood to take the initiative.

"This, this, Wu Liang, don't think that I will fall into your trap. You want to trap me, right? If I tell you the year of production, won't you know it?" Duan Xiaoming said.

Unexpectedly, Wu Liang's next words directly made Duan Xiaoming tremble with anger.

Wu Liang said to Duan Xiaoming: "It's okay, just tell me, I know you won't be able to answer it."

"It's just arrogant. Have you ever played with antiques as a layman? Dare to challenge me, this purple clay pot is from the Xuantong period of the Qing Dynasty." Duan Xiaoming answered first, then picked up the magnifying glass to look at the purple clay pot, and quickly corrected : "The time was too tight just now, I now say it was during the Yongzheng period."

At this time, Duan Xiaoming was already in a panic, so that his thoughts were not clear.

"I thought you were really blind. The purple sand pot was clearly engraved with the 'Yongzheng Year of the Qing Dynasty', but what I asked was not this, but the specific time. Do you know? If you don't know, I can tell you You." Wu Liang's aura suddenly rose.

Nima, these words are blatantly provocative, Wu Liang is acting so forcefully, treating him in his own way, and it also makes those who don't like Duan Xiaoming feel very happy.

Some Tibetan friends call Duan Xiaoming "Young Master Duan" on the surface, but they are actually upset with Duan Xiaoming in their hearts because Duan Xiaoming is too arrogant and domineering. Well, if it weren't for Duan Xiaoming's special status, a person like this would have had his leg broken long ago while walking on the street.

Duan Xiaoming was so angry that his face turned livid. Before he could fight back, Wu Liang smiled and said, "Duan Xiaoming, as Lin Zhengde's closed disciple, can't you see this?"

"You...are you kidding me? How could I calculate the specific time in such a short time? Only veteran experts who study antique collection and appraisal have this ability." Duan Xiaoming felt guilty.

Although he has done some research on antique collection and identification, he is still far behind those seniors in the antique circle, not to mention that Lin Zhengde has not yet taught him the secret art of appraising treasures.

"Hehe, just now I only watched for three seconds, and I knew the exact time, so I am not an old expert?" Wu Liang smiled easily.

"This... This is absolutely impossible! You are talking nonsense! How can you know the exact year in three seconds, you think I am an idiot? Do you think I will believe your nonsense?!" Duan Xiaoming panicked.

The surrounding audience also looked at Wu Liang in bewilderment, thinking that this little brother is too good at pretending, he never blush when he brags?

It only took three seconds to see the specific year of this purple sand pot, how could it be possible!

Regardless of other people's astonished gazes, Wu Liang continued: "Duan Xiaoming, I really think you are an idiot, so let me tell you this, this purple sand pot was produced on March 11, the [-]th year of Yongzheng in the Qing Dynasty, by Zhang Shifang, a famous pot maker. The inscription 'Feng Xiang Long Teng' on the body of the pot is one of several representative works of pot maker Zhang Shifang, this pot weighs [-] kg, and I know the market price, but I won't tell you."

Duan Xiaoming frowned, and retorted vigorously: "You're nonsense, it's all nonsense! It's impossible for you to know such details, even an old expert can't know the exact weight of a purple clay pot. Are you better than an old expert?! "

"You said that, but I didn't." Wu Liang smiled.

Liu Shan patted Wu Liang on the shoulder, jokingly said, "Xiao Wu, don't pretend to be aggressive anymore, it's almost enough, how to save face for others, how can you say that he is also Lin Zhengde's closed disciple, you let him like this Where do you put your old face?"