Grand Collection

Chapter 74

Kong Yi's own vision is not good, so he is very self-aware and doesn't get involved in the auction, nestling in a chair and flipping through the album that Kang Chunjie marked.

"Hey, Zigeng, look at my daughter-in-law, she's so good at confusing the fake with the real one, tsk tsk," Kong Yi was full of praise, "Looking at the shape of the utensil and the artist, Emma can imagine what he looked like when he was working just by looking at these works." Handsome, with that small face, those small eyes, oh, no, I'm going to be hard."

"..." Luo Zigeng looked at him speechlessly, "Do you dare to go hard in front of him?"

"When I ask for his forgiveness, I will definitely be hard eight times a day," Kong Yi said to himself, "Oh, a wonderful sex life...you don't know how much I miss the happy life when the two of them were together... ..."

Luo Zigeng lowered his eyes, flipping through the album in his hands unconsciously with both hands, one after another exquisite pictures flashed by, as if Kong Xin taught him by hand in those days, the characteristics of each piece of porcelain, the characteristics of each period style……

Even now, I still love Kong Xin deeply, there is no doubt about it, the wonderful sexual blessing he brought to me is unmatched by any pleasure in the world.

But where is he ranked in Kong's confidence?

He closed his eyes and rubbed his temples, he was really tired of this feeling, he couldn't turn his head back, he couldn't let go of his hand, he clearly loved her deeply, but he wanted to torture him cruelly.

He was extremely tired of himself like this, but he couldn't make up his mind to let Kong Xin go.

——You who have ruthlessly deprived me of my happiness, how can I tolerate you getting happiness without me?

"Hey, hey, why are you in a daze?" Kong Yi bumped him with the shoulder, with a smirk on his face, "Look at this yellow face, did you think of something inharmonious? Share it, my brother's bedtime skills How about it? I think he should be good as a 1, he is not born with enough experience, but when he is with you, he is a 0? Or you two guessing, who wins and who wins 1?"

Luo Zigeng gave him a sideways glance, "I'm sorry, it involves privacy, so I have no comment."

"Fuck!" Kong Yilan poked his head with his finger, "You little fairy is really mean!"

Luo Zigeng turned to look at him, and suddenly said seriously, "Ayi, you feel happy because you know that Kang Chunjie has been committed to you for so many years, and he is happy because of his self-confidence. If I tell you, in fact, he was happy before he met you. I have had many boyfriends, and even think of other men when I am with you, do you still feel happy now?"

Kong Yi opened his mouth wide in astonishment, "Damn... trough!"

Luo Zigeng said softly, "Look, you can't accept it either."

"No..." Kong Yi blinked, "Who are you substituting for? My brother? Hey, Zigeng, I want to criticize you on this point. What are you trying to do? Your ex-boyfriend is nothing. My brother was 27 when he met you. You can’t ask his history to be a blank slate. It’s really unkind to think about other men when we’re together, but I still want to criticize you, you’re not good at bedtime, right? If you’re capable, you can’t think of anyone else, and you’re all on your mind, and you’ll just drool when you think of you , this is called a pure man!"

"...Only sex?" Luo Zigeng frowned, "How can love only have sex?"

"Hey," Kong Yi beamed, "Let me tell you, if the full score of love is 99, and sex definitely takes [-] points, if you really like someone, the feeling when you have sex with him is what anyone else will give you." No way, how did love come from? Love is made!"

Luo Zigeng was thoughtful, "Really?"

"I'm not boasting, although you, Luo Zigeng, have good eyesight and know how to do business, but when it comes to love, you are only at the level of a primary school student." Kong Yi poked himself with his thumb, "I, Kong Er Shao, is a high-achieving student in love. "

Luo Zigeng laughed, "Blow it up, if you are capable of chasing Kang Chunjie, he doesn't like you right now."

"Wait and see!" Kong Yi flipped through the album, found a picture, took a closer look, then looked up at the jars on the booth, and then looked down at the album, "Hey, Zigeng, what's on the stage?" This one is probably the green-glazed enamel pot of the late Ming Dynasty, 37 cm high, with a straight mouth and a short neck.”

"This is a fake," Luo Zigeng whispered, "What are you doing?"

"I want to have a direct conversation with Pan Nanhua," Kong Yi grinned, and the moment the auctioneer called out to start bidding, he swiped and raised his number plate.

"Mr. No. 73 bid 10." Auctioneer Ji Kai shouted loudly, "This is an authentic Shanxi enamelware, low-temperature glazed ceramics..."

Luo Zigeng looked at Ji Kai, who was calmly talking and laughing on the stage, with complicated eyes. He didn't expect that he would really come back five years later, and he would have transformed so thoroughly.

Amiable smile, obviously facing the audience, makes you feel that his smile is only for you, obviously treats everyone equally, but makes you feel that he is biased towards you among all living beings, eyes full of support and encouragement , inadvertently induced the bidders to obediently hold up their number plates.

"Wait," Kong Yi said loudly, waving his number plate and stood up from his seat, "I'm just raising my plate, not bidding."

Ji Kai was taken aback for a moment, but the smile on his face was impeccable, "Sir, in the auction house, raising a sign means participating in the bidding."

"OK, just consider me a bid." Kong Yishi stepped off his seat and walked towards the booth, "I think you must be surprised why I came on stage now, but I am actually sent by God to save you Yes, you guys have a big deal, you know?"

Ji Kai has been in the business for about five years, and he has never seen such a guy who does not follow the rules. "Sir, please follow the rules of the auction and go back to your seat."

"NONONO," Kong Yi waggled his fingers, stretched his long legs, jumped onto the booth, and leaned over to look at the magnificent green-glazed enamel jar under the light, "This is Mr. Pan's private collection, right? It is said that they are all genuine products ..."

Pan Nanhua came up to the stage, "Second Young Master Kong? What are you going to do?"

"Ha, you know me?" Kong Yi looked humble and respectful, and hurriedly reached up to stretch out his hand, "Hey, Mr. Pan, I admire you, I didn't expect that you, an unknown junior like me, would still hear about me, it must be because Sajia is so handsome that he is so handsome that he is famous far and wide..."

Pan Nanhua's complexion is not very good-looking, you can see it with your toes, the Second Young Master Kong is here to find fault, and said in a deep voice, "The Second Young Master of the Kong family is passionate about antiques, and has been defeated repeatedly. Although I am an old man, I am ignorant, but I have also heard a few short stories, so I know them naturally.”

This is already ugly, but it is also true. Second Young Master Kong's eyesight is already a recognized joke in the antique trade, especially against the sharp eyes of First Young Master Kong, it is even more useless.

"Hahaha," Kong Yi laughed boldly, "I'm really embarrassed that you keep praising me like that, hahaha."

"Young Master Kong Er, please return to your seat now and don't disturb the normal order of the auction."

"I have a question, I'll go down after asking," Kong Yi pointed to the fahua pot on the platform, "Are you authentic?"

The scene froze for a while. There is an exemption clause in the auction law. It has never been stipulated that the auction must be authentic. Everyone fights in the auction, one depends on financial resources, and the other depends on eyesight. If you unfortunately get a fake, no one can find it. Admittedly, although some large auction houses will take the initiative to offer compensation for the reputation of the auction house, but in the antique shop, I am afraid that other people will have to laugh quietly.

The so-called good eyesight is obtained through real gold and silver experience. Without that diamond, don't do porcelain work.

But it was an ordinary auction, so this auction is different. All the items are selected by Pan Nanhua, most of them are his own collection, and a few are sponsored by other collectors. Everyone is struggling in the antique shop The old fox who has been for many years, if he is not truthful, then this kindness will be discounted.

As soon as Kong Yi said this, Pan Nanhua's expression darkened immediately, "What do you mean?"

"It's not interesting," Kong Yi said with an innocent face, "I just saw it and wanted to buy it, but I was afraid that I would buy a counterfeit one. Everyone here knows that I, the Second Young Master, am famous for being a stickler. I have poor eyesight and I can't control it." I paid for it myself, if I buy another imitation and go back, neither my father nor my uncle will let me go."

Pan Nanhua was elegant, but his eyes were quite cruel. He stared at his face for a long time, but couldn't think of any quarrel between himself and this King of Hades, which caused him to mess up the situation at this time.

But the second young master is a stick, this is an iron rule.

Thinking of this, he showed a confident smile, "Hehe, the second young master is really cautious. I collected this green-glazed enamel pot by myself in Shanxi more than ten years ago. Pan has been playing with antiques all his life. Everything in the history of ceramics is worth looking at." I've played around with the baby on the head, and I'm not sure about anything else, but this green-glazed enamel pot is [-]% genuine."

"Well said!" Kong Yigao praised, and slapped three times, "I admire Mr. Pan for your daring personality. If you say this is the real thing, it must be true. Alas, Unexpectedly, I opened the eye again, and was blinded by the blinding light of the titanium alloy X eye after being more than ten meters away from it!"

"You!" Pan Nanhua was furious. Any porcelain with a little history seems to have a soft light on the outside, which is called precious light. However, imitations, because they have not been out of the kiln for a long time, not only do not have the precious light that has been produced for many years, but There is a layer of blinding light.

"Kong Yi, don't talk nonsense here!"

"What did I say?" Kong Yi said carelessly, "I was blinded by his thief's light, and you haven't paid my medical bill yet!"

A hint of sinisterness flashed in Pan Nanhua's eyes, "People are responsible for their own words!"

"I'm in charge!" Kong Yi smiled innocently, "Let's do an on-site appraisal, do you dare?"

"You..." Pan Nanhua hesitated.

Kong Yi laughed loudly, "Are you scared?"

"If you keep talking nonsense, don't blame me for being rude as an elder," Pan Nanhua said angrily, "If your family doesn't educate you well, I don't mind to discipline you for your parents!"

"Look what you said," a lazy voice came from the crowd. Kong Xin sat on the seat with folded arms and raised his eyebrows, "Mr. Uncle, including his grandma, are alive and kicking, so what right do others have to discipline him?"

"You!" Pan Nanhua said angrily, "What conspiracy do you two brothers have?"

"It's nothing to do with my brother," Kong Yi said, "I just think there's something wrong with your enamel pot. If you're not guilty, you can take it out and let me appraise it, don't you dare?"

"This is not in compliance with the rules. It is now in the auction process, and we will no longer provide inspection services at this time," Ji Kai hurriedly came up to smooth things over, and smiled, "Mr. Pan, please calm down. Second Young Master Kong also invites you to return to your seat. Otherwise, it won’t look good if the security guards are alarmed.”

"Auction, right?" Kong Yi stretched his long legs, rushed back to his seat with a few strides, dragged out the big bag he carried during the intermission, raised his head and kissed Kang Chunjie far away, and rushed back with the backpack in one hand , put it on the booth, and unzip it with a swipe.

There was an uproar.

I saw a backpack full of banknotes, neatly bundled.

Kong Yi took out a bundle, weighed it in his hand, and slapped it on the table, "Ten thousand dollars!"

"What are you doing?" Pan Nanhua hoarse, "Security! Security!"

"What are you shouting for? Be careful of cerebral thrombosis when you are old," Kong Yibai glanced at him, and smashed ten bundles on the table calmly, "I will offer one hundred thousand dollars for this green-glazed enamel jar. Is there a higher price?"

There was a sound of gasping in the venue. Enamel wares were developed on the basis of colored glaze. Some experts believe that it is a combination of colored glaze and enamel. It started firing in the Yuan Dynasty and stopped in the Yongzheng period. It was only three or four hundred years ago. Although the pattern is gorgeous, it has not received the same fanatical pursuit as blue and white and pastel, so the price has not been very high. It is not amazing to buy this green glazed enamel jar for $400. Kong Ershao is Started burning money again.

Love to gossip is what everyone has in common, so everyone in the audience shut up and said that there is no higher price, and watched the two people's good show on the stage with relish.

"OK, this fahua jar is mine now," Kong Yi cheered, and winked at Pan Nanhua provocatively, "Here, let me teach senior a good lesson!"

"You!" Pan Nanhua almost vomited blood, staring at him, wishing to eat his flesh and drink his blood. After a while, he finally made up his mind, and said to the staff, "Give it to him, I want to see what the second young master of the Kong family has. What a lot of patience!"

The exquisite jar was placed in front of him, and Kong Yi took out a magnifying glass to inspect it pretendingly, and then took out a microscopic imager to examine the gorgeous patterns on the jar body inch by inch.

Pan Nanhua sullenly said, "Second Young Master Kong, if you can't find evidence, you will bear the responsibility for the slander!"

"What's the rush?" Kong Xin sat on the seat and sneered lazily, "Mr. Pan has a kind heart and selflessly dedicated his life's collection to the children in the mountainous area. My brother's doubts are just for your sake. I'm worried that if there are fakes mixed in, your old man's reputation will be ruined, don't you think?"

Pan Nanhua gritted his teeth, "It turns out that Young Master Kong also questioned the old man's eyesight."

"Don't dare," Kong Xin smiled sweetly, "Mr. Pan has good eyesight, and it's too late for the younger generation to admire him."

"Oh shit, it's hot," Kong Yi suddenly threw the microscope, rubbing his hands together as if he was being burned, "Emma, ​​this thing just came out of the kiln, it burned her slender fingers." !"

Pan Nanhua was furious, "If you have evidence, say the evidence, if there is no evidence, hmph, I'm afraid you will have to go to the Public Security Bureau to disrupt the order of the auction and cause extremely bad effects on Pan's and our country's charities. The people will not... ..."

"Hey," Kong Yi laughed twice, turned around sharply, and smashed his fist on the enamel jar, only to hear a crash, and the jar that was delicate and lovely one second had turned into pieces all over the floor the next second.

There was a violent commotion at the scene.

Pan Nanhua shouted, "Kong Yi, have you had enough trouble?"

Kong Yi's fingers clattered among the pile of debris for a moment, picked up one piece, and stood up smiling, "Dear Mr. Pan, don't you want evidence?"

Suddenly he held up the porcelain and shouted loudly, "All Tibetan friends, please come up and have a look, what is engraved on this porcelain piece in my hand?"

An old collector sitting in the front row hesitated for a few seconds, walked onto the stage, and cupped his hands with a sneer at Pan Nanhua, looked at the porcelain in Kong Yi's hand, and suddenly gasped, "Pure Wind Mu Yi!!!"

"Yes, Pure Wind Muyi!" Kong Yi stared at Pan Nanhua, "Pure Wind Muyi! All well-informed friends know that this is the work of Jingdezhen official kiln Wang Kang Chunjie, a modern imitation! It is only five years ago. Years, haha, Mr. Pan, what a fahuaqi from Shanxi, what a dozen years ago, your old man has traveled through time!"

"You! You! You..." Pan Nanhua's face was ashen, pointing at Kong Yi with trembling fingers, he suddenly rolled his eyes, and twitched.