Peerless prodigal system

Duan Xiaoming's face darkened in an instant, and more anger was suffocated in his stomach.

Originally, he wanted to take the opportunity to humiliate Wu Liang, but he was humiliated in reverse, which made him even more angry.

"You just say yes? Find an authoritative expert to come and have a look before you can make a conclusion! Your words are not authoritative!"

Anyway, Duan Xiaoming didn't want to let it go, he still doubted Wu Liang's strength. A person who can possess the strength of Three Seconds Appreciation Treasure is either a lunatic or a genius.

"I advise you not to look for it, so as not to slap yourself in the face." Wu Liang smiled calmly, he was not afraid of any doubts at all.

"Wu Liang, just wait, I'll find an expert, and when the truth comes out, I want to see how you continue to brag."

Duan Xiaoming has a stubborn mouth, and it is a bit difficult to find an expert on the spot that satisfies him. He must be at the level of his master.

Only people like Lin Zhengde and Qian Mingju can speculate a vague time in a short period of time without the help of instruments, and it is unlikely that they can find out the exact time.

People like Chen Boqing and Zhang Qingsong are even worse.

But Lin Zhengde and Qian Mingju were both busy, and Duan Xiaoming didn't know if he was back.

Coincidentally, at this time, master Lin Zhengde and uncle Qian Mingju appeared on the scene together.

Earlier, Lin Zhengde, Qian Mingju, and two other veteran figures in the antique world had a meeting and had a small exchange.

On the other hand, Lin Zhengde and Qian Mingju are senior brothers, although their friendship is not very good, but on the surface they are still called senior brothers, and only they themselves know what the relationship between the two is like.

When seeing Master suddenly appear, Duan Xiaoming was half happy and half worried.

With the master here, he can ask the master to help identify the exact year and time of the purple clay pot, but he is worried that the master will be angry when he knows that the treasures he has collected for many years have been copied upside down.

However, looking at Lin Zhengde's face at the moment, he doesn't look angry. It seems that he doesn't know that the treasures he has collected for many years have fallen into the hands of others.

"Master, you are here." Duan Xiaoming walked over and greeted Lin Zhengde.

Then, Duan Xiaoming greeted Qian Mingju again, "Master, hello."

According to Duan Xiaoming's temperament, he would not have too much respect for his master and uncle, because of his special status, he is used to being arrogant and domineering, so at this moment, he only said a few polite words on the surface.

If it wasn't for Lin Zhengde's slow reluctance to pass on the mantle of appreciating treasures, Duan Xiaoming would not lower his posture in front of Lin Zhengde. When he achieves his goal, he will kick Lin Zhengde away, establish his own family, and have a family consortium Supporting him and creating momentum for him will greatly improve his own image and reputation.

"Xiaoming, what's the matter? It's so lively?" Lin Zhengde asked.

Qian Mingju also asked: "My store is very lively, did something happen?"

"Master, uncle, I'm competing with others in appreciating treasures." Duan Xiaoming said.

Lin Zhengde raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "Who?"

Duan Xiaoming pointed to Wu Liang and said, "It's him. We are appraising this purple clay pot. It took him three seconds to identify the specific time when the purple clay pot was produced. When it came to the specific date, he said it clearly and logically. It was produced on March 11, the [-]th year of Yongzheng in the Qing Dynasty, and I think the time he identified is false."

Being pointed at by Duan Xiaoming, both Lin Zhengde and Qian Mingju looked at Wu Liang.

Qian Mingju met Wu Liang, but he didn't have a deep relationship with him, and he was very surprised to hear that Wu Liang could identify the exact time of the purple clay pot in three seconds.

Qian Mingju had paid attention to Wu Liang, because when Wu Liang was questioned by everyone, he still insisted that the pair of huanghuali wood Taishi chairs were fakes, and proved to be correct with facts. Leung has a good impression, but the two of them rarely interact in private.

And Lin Zhengde had no contact with Wu Liang before, so to him, Wu Liang was a complete stranger.

"That's him? Hehe, young people nowadays are very talkative. Let me take a look."

As he spoke, Lin Zhengde picked up a magnifying glass and began to observe the purple clay pot.

After 1 minute, Lin Zhengde's face suddenly became serious.

He looked at Wu Liang with surprise and doubt in his eyes.

Zhang Shifang was a famous teapot maker in the Qing Dynasty. He made pots in his life with a characteristic, that is, he had to make pots on the third day of the third lunar month.

At first, Lin Zhengde couldn't figure out why Zhang Shifang insisted on making pots on this day.

Later, after his research, he realized that Zhang Shifang believed in Xuanyuan Huangdi.

March [-]rd, also known as Shangsi Festival in ancient times, is a festival to commemorate the Yellow Emperor. According to legend, March [-]rd is the birthday of the Yellow Emperor.

On February [-], the dragon raised its head.On March [-]rd, Xuanyuan was born.

Every March [-]rd, Zhang Shifang made a purple sand teapot to commemorate Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor.

As for why Lin Zhengde was surprised and puzzled, it was because few people knew about Zhang Shifang's pot-making hobby, and only knowledgeable old experts could find some textual research from obscure classics.

Moreover, there is still no sufficient evidence to prove that Zhang Shifang chose to make a purple clay teapot on March [-] every year to commemorate Xuanyuan Huangdi, but a county annals in the Qing Dynasty mentioned that Zhang Shifang only made teapots on March [-] .

All Lin Zhengde felt puzzled, Wu Liang was so young, yet he knew such a secret, what was his origin?Do young people nowadays still like to study ancient books?
"Young man, how did you find out that this purple clay teapot was made on March 11, the [-]th year of Yongzheng?"

Hearing what Master Lin Zhengde said, Duan Xiaoming was taken aback.

Listening to what Master said, what Wu Liang said is true. Could it be that this purple clay teapot was really produced on March 11, [-]th year of Yongzheng?
If this is the case, then Wu Liang is too amazing.

At this moment, Duan Xiaoming's heart sank, and his face became ugly.

"I have no right to tell you, but what you said indirectly proves that my point of view is true. This purple sand pot made by Zhang Shifang in the Qing Dynasty was produced on March 11, [-]th year of Yongzheng. So your apprentice lost. The bet was fulfilled."

Wu Liang didn't talk nonsense with the opponent, since the opponent lost, he should fulfill the bet.

The loser wanted to call the winner's father, Duan Xiaoming panicked all of a sudden.

If he really called Wu Liang his father, then he would lose all face, not only that, but also the Duan family's face!

Duan Xiaoming, who looked flustered, hurriedly asked his master Lin Zhengde to confirm again.

"Master, is this purple clay teapot really made on March 11, the [-]th year of Yongzheng in the Qing Dynasty?"

Duan Xiaoming's heart has already reached his throat!
Master Lin Zhengde's complexion also became ugly.

Because Duan Xiaoming is his closed disciple.

If Duan Xiaoming made a fool of himself in front of everyone, he would lose face as a master.