Wen Yiming picked up an old pot, the color was dull and the surface was a bit rough. He lifted the lid of the pot and there was a strange smell inside. He frowned and put down and said, "I like to collect old pots, but these are too bad, right?"

The boss was about to speak when a regular customer suddenly called him over and said with a smile: "This is the case, if you like to choose whatever you want, one handful of two hundred, three handfuls of five hundred, what if?"

Wen Yiming wanted this sentence. After thinking about it, he nodded and said, "Forget it, you can't reply empty-handedly once. I'll choose, you can do it first."

The boss turned around and went back to greet regular customers. The seven or eight pots in the box were worthless, otherwise they would not be placed under the cabinet. One can sell one, but the cost is low anyway, just make some money.

Wen Yiming saw people leave, quickly grabbed one of the pots, half a scoop, and used half a scoop as the body of the vessel. The flow was short and straight, and it was a ring shape, and the cover was covered with arc buttons. The classic purple clay teapot shape was.

“Not a model?”

Wen Yiming picked up the pot and looked at the bottom of the pot first. There was no pattern or nameless pot, which may not be made by famous artists. The color was dark, shiny, and the appearance was average, so it was placed here.

He gently opened the lid of the pot and took a deep breath. A faint tea fragrance came, which should be the smell of the tea mountain accumulated inside.

"Biluochun!"

"It still has a bit of a hairy smell?"

I smelled Yiming a little strange. The fragrance came from the long-term accumulation of Biluochun in the pot. The fragrance was natural and it must be the best. But later it tasted a bit like a Maojian, and it was on the market. The two kinds of teas were different.

"Huh? There's something wrong with it?"

Wen Yiming approached the mouth of the pot, and suddenly his expression changed slightly. He gently put his finger into the pot, touched it carefully, and understood in his heart. He quickly put the lid back to his position, picked up another handful next to him, and shouted: "Boss, I want these two pots with 300,000!"

"Okay!" The boss glanced from afar and said casually: "No problem, Sanbai is considered to be a friend!"

Wen Yiming took out the money, put it on the counter, picked up the pot and turned around and left. He went downstairs and went out of the door, threw a handful of his hand into the trash can, carefully holding the half-cup pot and took a taxi home.

First, go to the supermarket downstairs to buy a bag of baking soda. When you get home, you don’t have to change your clothes. Take a spoon and put it in the pot. Inject 100 degrees of boiling water. The water should be full. Then cover the lid of the pot and wait for about ten minutes. Then use a soft brush to gently brush the pot. The accumulated tea stain turns into yellow water and flows out.

He couldn't do it once, and he did it again. He cleaned it four or five times, and finally there was no tea stain left. He was satisfied. He took out the flashlight and reached into the pot. Finally, he found a dark pattern on the inner wall and said excitedly: "Amando Room!"

He quickly searched the Internet and laughed: "Mansheng Pot, Chen Mansheng!"

If you get the treasure, you will hold up a half-scoop pot and gently wipe the pot with a wet towel. You will guess: "It was originally a collection of the rich family, used to soak the top-quality Biluochun. Later, it was spread among the people. Later generations did not understand it and thought it was an unknown pot and soaked ordinary hair tips, so there were two kinds of tea fragrances."

Banpu pot is a work of the collaboration between Yang Pengnian and Chen Mansheng in the Qing Dynasty. It is an important material for studying Chen Mansheng's pot making. In the 21st year of Jiaqing, Chen Mansheng became an official in Liyang near Yixing. He met Yang Pengnian and encouraged and supported the pot making skills of Yang's "one family member". He also loved sand utensils, so in his spare time, he identified sand quality, created new styles, and designed a variety of simple shapes that were conducive to decoration.

How many Mansheng pots are made before and after? Today, there are two Mansheng pots engraved and coded in pots. One of them is now in the Hong Kong Tea Set Cultural Relics Museum. The inscription is "Tea Pot 1,379, Pinjia," and the bottom is printed with "Peng Nian" and the bottom is printed with "Amando Room".

Second, it is currently in the Shanghai Museum. Whether the number is the real number of Mansheng pot made is no longer accurate and cannot be evaluated.

It is said in ancient times: "Simple is the most valuable in literature", "simple is the most valuable in painting", and the same is true for Mansheng Pot. Although he made many pots, it is said that Wu Dacheng, a great collector of that year, wanted to seek Mansheng Pot for many years, and it was passed down as a legend.

"Another big leak!"

Wen Yiming said excitedly: "Three hundred and one mansheng pot, probably at least one ten thousand words will be added to the next shot!"

Pick up the phone and call Ling Tiancheng. In a few days, the auction preview will be held. Long Xiangmo will make a brilliant debut. Now he will add a Mansheng pot, which is another heavy weapon!

"What? Mansheng Pot! I'm waiting for you in the company!"

Ling Tiancheng was excited on the other side of the phone and asked Wen Yiming to meet him immediately. He packed a pot with a box and took a taxi to Tiancheng auction.

"Old Zhang, look at it, is it the real one?"

As soon as he arrived at the company, Ling Tiancheng pulled Wen Yiming to the office. Mr. Zhang, who was appraised last time, was there. He took the box, carefully took out half a pot, and began the appraisal carefully.

"The dark style is inside the pot, the handle position!"

After hearing this, Mr. Zhang quickly took out the flashlight and followed Wen Yiming's prompt to find it. Sure enough, he saw the style and said in surprise: "It's indeed a Mansheng pot, it's actually a dark style!"

Ling Tiancheng confirmed again: "Look at it carefully, the Mansheng pot is unique in the history of purple clay craftsmanship. No physical objects were unearthed before 1977, and most of them were fakes. Only the Mansheng pot unearthed from Wang Yushan’s tomb was used as a verification."

Old Zhang nodded, took out a magnifying glass and carefully identified it. After more than half an hour, he said more certainly: "The authentic one is definitely the authentic one!"

"I specially learned from the collection of Yan Sihai. He collected as many as three Mansheng pots, such as: Yang Peng's style Chen Mansheng Ming Purple Shark Round Hat Pot, and Yang Peng's style Chen Mansheng Ming Purple Shark Hehuan Pot."

"All pots have simple lines, regular workmanship, skillful knife skills, fine engraving, and printed "Amando Room" at the bottom of the pot. The knife is like thunder, looking vigorous and simple, full of gold and stone flavor."

Mr. Zhang held up the pot and said, "The pot is completely in line with the characteristics of Mansheng pot in both workmanship and charm! It is even more rare to see the dark style. I have been in the industry for decades and have never seen it before!"

Ling Tiancheng was overjoyed in one sentence. Mr. Zhang was a master of miscellaneous appraisal, especially for purple clay and wooden tools. He stood up suddenly and said excitedly: "Mansheng pot, God helps me!"

Mr. Zhang carefully played with Mansheng pot and said helplessly: "It's a pity that future generations don't cherish the treasures. What do you think you will develop? It's impossible to dispel the heavenly things, I want to clean them up again!"

Then he looked at Wen Yiming with anticipation, as if he was going to be killed if he didn't agree. What else can I say? I could only nod and the old man immediately picked up the pot and left the office excitedly.

"Tell me? Is it a bargain again?"

Ling Tiancheng gave Wen Yiming a tea and said with a smile: "You are so lucky. You have to pick up big holes one after another. First, it was Long Xiang Mo, and today it was Mansheng Pot. This is the rhythm of making a fortune!"

Wen Yiming tasted tea with beautiful taste and said modestly: "What is this? Which big collector in history is not like this? The sixth prince of the Republic of China is just a genuine work of the Song and Yuan dynasties, and a national treasure, that is a great man!"

Ling Tiancheng nodded secretly. It is best to have this mentality. In fact, in his opinion, picking up bargains is not a big deal. There are many people in the auction house, who are lucky and have high eyesight.

The main reason is that Wen Yiming picked up too frequently and did it once in a few days, which surprised Ling Tiancheng. Logically speaking, he did not have family skills, and he didn’t know why it was so magical?

However, this is someone’s secret. Ling Tiancheng would not ask about it and said excitedly: “This is different. Heavy weapons are heavy weapons, but for Tiancheng Auction, the two treasures in your hand are no worse than national treasures!”
Chapter completed!