In the private room of Yipin Teahouse, hearty laughter could be heard from time to time.

Boss Ji Fuhuaji was obviously very happy today, sitting at the table with a glowing face.

He kept asking Song Longshan to clink glasses, and from time to time he would have a drink with Fang Feiyang and Qiao Jianjun.

"Xiao Fang, to be honest, your performance today surprised me. Although it is said that you got this ancient inkstone of Master Shi Tao with a lot of luck, it is also very rare. People who don't understand antiques will never be able to get it.

Don’t think about picking up and missing once, but you picked up and missed twice in one day.”

Song Longshan slowly filled himself a glass of wine while talking to Fang Feiyang.

"Mr. Song, please stop laughing at me. Boss Ji and Mr. Qiao may not know me. You don't know me yet. The antique I saw for the first time in my life was in your study room. All in all,

I only became interested in antiques after I left your home. It may be that my luck improved after I touched that antique porcelain from your home."

When Fang Feiyang saw the old man talking and bringing up the matter of picking up the leak, he quickly put the responsibility on "luck". He didn't want people to focus their curiosity and attention on himself, that magical perception ability.

It's a secret that he must hide his whole life.

Boss Ji on the side, who may have drank a lot of liquor at this moment, interrupted: "If you want... let me tell you, Song... Old Man Song, I think Xiao Fang is... very... very good at antiques.

If you have talent, I suggest you just accept him as your disciple."

Song Longshan was stunned when he heard this. He had never thought about accepting a disciple. Ten years ago, he considered finding a qualified successor almost every day. Later, he found that finding a disciple who was talented, intelligent, fond of collecting, and had the same temperament as him was like finding a disciple from his childhood.

It is just as difficult to pick out a jadeite from a pile of cobblestones, so he has become less persistent in recent years.

At the same time, Song Longshan's identity is quite special, so he can't just find an ordinary person and be done with it. He also thought about raising his own next generation. He has a son and a daughter. It's a pity that his son is in politics and his daughter is in business.

I have no intention of getting involved in the antiques industry, but fortunately, my sons and daughters all have outstanding achievements and brilliance in their respective fields.

While Song Longshan was silent, Fang Feiyang, who was sitting at the bottom of the table, was breathing rapidly and his little heart was beating hard.

Boss Ji's casual joke made Fang Feiyang's imagination wander.

"If Mr. Song can accept me as his apprentice, that would be a real dream. I wonder what the old man is thinking? Are you willing to accept me as your apprentice?"

Fang Feiyang's heart was like 15 buckets of water at this moment - he was in a state of confusion. He turned around and looked at Mr. Song secretly, and saw that his eyebrows were furrowed, as if he was thinking about something.

"Well, Xiao Fang, your talent is indeed good. Although you are young, you are still stable. The most important thing for collecting antiques is peace of mind. I think Xiao Fang is ahead of his peers in this regard. But I don't know, you

Are you willing to join our profession?"

"Of course I am willing. It is my blessing to be able to learn from Mr. Song!" Fang Feiyang stood up excitedly and kept nodding.

"Well, okay, but I want to test you first. Let's just treat it as an entrance test!"

"Ah?...We still need to test it! Mr. Song, I don't know anything about antique collection."

When Fang Feiyang heard that Song Longshan said he wanted to test himself, his cheerful face suddenly frowned again.

"It's just a simple test, don't be too nervous!"

In fact, Song Longshan has already made a decision in his heart. Although he and Fang Feiyang have not known each other for too long, through his detailed observation of all aspects, he has found that this young man has good conduct, is steady in his work, and is willing to help others. The most important thing is that he faces

When looking at antiques, your eyes will subconsciously reveal a pursuit and admiration for ancient artworks. This pursuit and admiration is innate and is the basis for determining your success.

What's more, Fang Feiyang saved Song Longshan once. Song Longshan originally wanted to repay his kindness that night with 500,000 yuan, but he didn't expect that this kid secretly left the check on the dining table before leaving.

This made Song Longshan appreciate Fang Feiyang even more. After all, in today's society, there are very few young people who have the courage to refuse the five hundred thousand yuan that is readily available.

Fang Feiyang didn't know that while he was anxiously waiting for the old man's questioning, Song Longshan had completely accepted him in his heart. The reason why he proposed a simple test was because Song Longshan wanted to see if the young man next to him was still good.

How much potential there is to tap.

"Xiao Qiao, let me borrow that thing of yours today so that I can test Xiao Fang's eyesight." Song Longshan motioned to Qiao Jianjun to open the rectangular box he brought.

Qiao Jianjun was looking at Fang Feiyang with envy. Hearing this, he quickly went to the sofa to get the box.

Putting it on the table, Fang Feiyang discovered that this rectangular box was actually a leather box with exquisite workmanship and clever design. There was an air sandwich inside to protect the contents from impact damage. Open the protective buckles at both ends.

Qiao Jianjun pulled out a cylindrical porcelain from the box.

"Xiao Fang, the old man won't give you a hard time. As long as you tell me whether this thing is right or wrong, of course it would be better if you can explain it with a reason. Even if you make a blind guess, I will consider you to have passed."

Song Longshan pretended to be very serious and asked the question of this test.

Ji Fuhua and Qiao Jianjun didn't know what kind of medicine Old Man Song was selling in his gourd. They said it was a question test. The questions he asked were quite strange and had almost no technical content. It seemed that he had to choose one of the two-answer multiple-choice questions. Fang Feiyang

There is a fifty percent chance of getting it right.

When Fang Feiyang heard the question given to him by Mr. Song, he let out a long sigh of relief, and immediately felt relieved. He has super perceptual ability, and he can tell whether it is a real antique or a fake just by touching it. But there are still

One question is, if this piece of porcelain is not more than a hundred years old, then you may not be able to feel the mysterious image, and you will not be able to identify it.

Fang Feiyang carefully stretched out his hands to pick up the cylindrical porcelain vase, and prayed silently, "God bless, the longer the better, it must be more than a hundred years old, and there must be images!"

Fang Feiyang gritted his teeth and held the port of the porcelain bottle.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...no image or picture appeared in my mind.

"What should I do? There is no mysterious image, so it cannot be concluded that this porcelain is a fake. What if it is a work of the late Qing Dynasty, or a work of the early Republic of China? It is less than a hundred years ago. My super sense

The ability cannot be sensed, but it is really precious, what should I do?"

Fang Feiyang now despises his half-baked super-sensory ability, and in the end he had to do a multiple-choice question of his own.

He was turning this cylindrical porcelain bottle in his hand. The decoration on the bottle has strong Taoist colors and depicts the scene of the Eight Immortals crossing the sea. The colors are bright and gorgeous, and the layering is outstanding. If you look closely, there is a small gap on the mouth of the bottle. It looks like it should be historical.

It's been a long time.

If Fang Feiyang had to guess this thing based on his first impression, he would definitely choose to tell Mr. Song that it was a real thing. But now his answer is related to whether he can become a disciple, so he cannot help but think carefully.

Fang Feiyang turned the porcelain bottle over to see the inscription on the bottom of the bottle.

"The Tongzhi Year System of the Qing Dynasty"

Tongzhi year? If it seems to be the Tongzhi year, it has been more than a hundred years ago. Logically, I should be able to feel the images related to this piece of porcelain. Why not this time? Could it be... Could this thing be a defense weapon?

Made?

Fang Feiyang's mind suddenly moved and he took another look at the font of the signature.

"I know, this porcelain vase is indeed an imitation..." Fang Feiyang already had the answer in his heart.
Chapter completed!