Chapter 27: Zhu Deyuan played

"Mr. Song, how does it feel to be a celebrity?"
Song Yun looked at Han Xue who was in front of him, and didn't know what to say. The kind of thing just now was clearly caused by her.
"Mr. Song, I'm really embarrassed. It has caused you a lot of trouble. If you don't mind, how about sitting in my office?"
Han Xue sent out an invitation.
Song Yun thought for a while, nodded, and followed Han Xue to her office.
Song Yun looked left and right, very curious. This was the first time he came to this kind of place. For some reason, he always felt that the eyes of the people around him were full of hostility.
"Mr. Song, because of you, these people were caught by the boss last night to work overtime, all night long."
Han Xue explained it with a smile.
Song Yun shrugged helplessly. This has nothing to do with him. It's a typical lying gun. Who caused these people to make a mistake?
Song Yun followed Han Xue into her office, which was small but very elegantly furnished.
Song Yun looked around, and immediately saw a half-person-high wooden shelf on the side of the tea table with a plate on it. Needless to say, it must be an antique, but there was nothing left of it, and it was clearly fake.
Song Yun walked over, picked it up and rubbed it. There was no light at all. There was definitely nothing wrong with it, it was definitely fake.
"Mr. Song, please have tea."
Han Xue made a cup of tea herself, and saw Song Yun looking at the antique bowl she had placed on the shelf, and walked over.
"Yongzheng in the Qing Dynasty, a handful of lotus pattern plates with blue and white yellow ground."
"The shape of this lotus pattern plate is very round and the enamel is crystal clear and round, and the fetus exposed from the end of the foot can be found to be white and delicate."
"With the yellow glaze as the ground, the heart of the pan is painted with the pattern of'a bunch of lotus', and the inner and outer edges of the mouth are decorated with floral patterns with twisted branches."
"This plate uses the'yellow ground blue and white' craftsmanship, which was first created in the Ming and Xuande period. The porcelain body was first painted with a blue pattern with cobalt as a colorant. At the same time, the white glaze was fired at high temperature and then added to the white glaze. Fill in the low-temperature lead yellow color. After this step is completed, it is then sent into the furnace for low-temperature roasting. The final result is the blue and white green and the yellow glaze."
"The six-character two-line regular script for the "Yongzheng Year of the Qing Dynasty".
"The market price is between 300,000 and 400,000."
"There was a business trip six months ago. I found it on a street stall and spent 30,000 yuan to buy it."
Han Xue is a little proud. This is the first time in her life that she has picked up a leak. It is precisely because of this that although it is not a very precious antique, she deliberately set up a shelf here and placed it brightly on it. The intention is obviously to show off. .
Song Yun smiled, did not say anything, put the plate back on the shelf.
"Song Yun, what do you mean?"
Han Xue was a little puzzled, Song Yun's behavior was a bit abnormal.
"This tea is good."
Song Yun crossed the topic and didn't answer Han Xue's words. The poor little girl thought she had picked up a leak, not knowing it was a fake.
"Song Yun, tell me clearly, is this plate fake?"
Han Xue felt more and more bad, staring at Song Yun.
"Manager Han, I don't know what's the matter with you calling me?"
Song Yun shook his head. If he didn’t pick up Han Xue again, he couldn’t pick it up. The plate was placed in this place, obviously for showing off. Maybe every time someone came, he would take it out and brag about it. If she knew it was fake Yes, this truth is too cruel.
Han Xue looked at Song Yun, her pretty face flushed, she gritted her teeth, did not speak, and her eyes were watery.
"Xiao Han, that plate is indeed fake."
Song Yun turned his head to look, and an old man walked into the door, and that was what he said.
Song Yun let out a sigh of relief, and the old man rescued himself, otherwise, Han Xue kept pushing herself, so she could only say ugly things by herself.
"Mr. Song, my name is Zhu Deyuan. I am an appraisal consultant for the auction company. I am glad to meet you."
Zhu Deyuan walked to Song Yun.
Song Yun shook hands with the other party quickly.
"Mr. Zhu, hello!"
Song Yun respectfully respects, no matter what, Zhu De was there when he was in the first year. As a young junior, he must be polite.
Song Yun and Zhu Deyuan sat down on the sofa.
"Mr. Song, has the plate you auctioned off from the company really been sold to Gong Yangqiu?"
"That old guy Xu Desheng didn't lie to me, did he?"
Zhu Deyuan was not polite, he went straight ahead and asked.
Song Yun heard that Zhu Deyuan knew Xu Desheng, but it was not surprising that he was in a circle, and they were all masters. There was no reason why they would not know him.