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715 Last Hope

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    After listening to Lang Jianbai's education, Mo Xiaoyu went to the basement. He hadn't been here for a long time. He used to get drunk here before. At this moment, Mo Xiaoyu couldn't calm down.

    Looking at the wine vessel in front of him, Mo Xiaoyu pinned his last hope on this set of wine vessel. It can be said that this set of wine vessel gave him a different life and made him a huge fortune in a short period of time.  If it was changed in the past, it would be unthinkable.

    A hundred years of life is just a dream, and in the end it may not be as real as getting drunk. Mo Xiaoyu moved out all the wine in the basement, opened every bottle, tried to drink one by one, and mixed it up. In short, it was a big drunk.

    Mo Xiaoyu only woke up the next morning with a severe headache, but he had no dreams all night. This night was the most solid sleep he had in so many days. He didn't know if his corpse poison had been cured.

    However, this hearty drunk has actually stabilized his spirit. What should come will come sooner or later, what should not come, can't be asked for.

    "Did you drink too much last night?" Lang Jianbai asked when he saw Mo Xiaoyu standing at the door of the office.

    "Maybe it's because I can't drink enough, I get drunk when I drink, why don't you cover me with clothes?" Mo Xiaoyu asked.

    "Who else can go to that place but me? You can't go on like this. You want to live a normal life. If you overeat like this, something will happen sooner or later."  Lang Jianbai said.

    "Oh, the pressure is too great. Sir Alex is still alive or dead. I don't know if he is still alive. I don't know what to do next?" Mo Xiaoyu said.

    "Since he gave you this line, you have to use it. Didn't you publish another painting? I saw the auction announcement. This time it was shot in London. I originally wanted to go and see it.  Yes, but now there is a lot of work in hand, I can¡¯t go, I think you can go and have a look.¡±  Lang Jianbai said.

    "Well, let's talk about it later, since they can operate to this extent, it means that this line is still usable."  Mo Xiaoyu said.

    "However, you may not have paid attention to this point. I am not only talking about calligraphy and painting, but also porcelain. I saw a preview photo, and a large blue and white pot of Yuan Dynasty appeared. It is very realistic. I did not see the real thing, so I can only say  You can¡¯t see the authenticity in the picture, but what makes people puzzled is that the owner of this porcelain is Japanese, don¡¯t you think it¡¯s suspicious?¡± Lang Jianbai asked.

    "What does the teacher mean?"

    "I think this piece of porcelain may be fake. If it is true, it shows a problem. Japanese porcelain imitation may have surpassed that of China, and many buyers of these porcelain are Chinese. Take a look at this"  .  As Lang Jianbai said, he turned the laptop over and pushed it towards Mo Xiaoyu.

    Mo Xiaoyu took a look and wrote impressively that this large Yuan blue and white jar was obtained by a Japanese soldier during the war in the late Qing Dynasty.

    "This is to incite national sentiment. It was obtained in the war in the late Qing Dynasty. Isn't this an obvious mockery of the Chinese?" Mo Xiaoyu said lightly.

    "So, many Chinese businessmen have already started planning to take down this big pot, and the domestic media is also fueling the flames. It's ridiculous to say that national treasures want to go home. If it's true, it's fine to buy it back.  Anyway, these local tyrants are not short of money, but what if this is a fake?" Lang Jianbai stood up and paced around the room, very unwilling to say.

    "My godfather is very good at porcelain, what does he say?" Mo Xiaoyu asked looking at the few limited pictures on the computer screen.

    "Your godfather is interesting. He said that there are only those Yuan Qinghua in the present world. Although they have been popping up for decades, they have been proved to be fake in the end. What does this mean? It means that the real Yuan Qinghua  It has already appeared in the world, and there is no other real thing, so he can tell it is fake at a glance."  Lang Jianbai smiled.

    Mo Xiaoyu really wanted to go to London with Lang Jianbai to see the Yuan Qinghua that was about to be filmed, but Mo Xiaoyu also considered that the Japanese had been coveting him all the time and wished to kidnap him from the mainland.  Dare to go out again.

    Mo Xiaoyu suddenly remembered that he had heard from Ai Haneda that H¨­hei Ishida had summoned many Chinese craftsmen. These people were all firing porcelain in Japan, and the degree of counterfeiting was extremely high.

    But before that, the Japanese had very few records of selling porcelain. Do they think they have reached the point where they can sell, then this shows that their firing level has made a breakthrough.

    "Okay, I'll go and have a look, and by the way, how is the little devil's porcelain making?" Mo Xiaoyu said.

    "Pay attention to safety, these people are unscrupulous for their goals."  Lang Jianbai said.

    ?"Well, I see, teacher, I have something to do, so I'm leaving first."  Mo Xiaoyu said.

    Lang Jianbai nodded and sent Mo Xiaoyu to the door of the office. Ever since Mo Xiaoyu saved his life, Lang Jianbai's attitude towards Mo Xiaoyu seemed to have changed.

    "Come in if you want, what are you doing poking around the door?" Du Manxue felt a figure at the door, guessed it was Mo Xiaoyu, and said back.

    "How do you know it's me?" Mo Xiaoyu pushed the door into her office and found that she was watching TV.

    "Your footsteps are different from others. Come on, how about watching the film made by Ji Kexin?" Du Manxue said.

    Mo Xiaoyu hadn't had time to watch TV yet, but she heard a very familiar voice. When she looked up, it was her mother making dumplings, and the one sitting with her was of course the anchor Ji Kexin. She was learning how to make dumplings like a child.  dumpling.

    "Isn't this bad? Isn't this a fake public benefit? This is my mother, you know?" Mo Xiaoyu looked at Du Manxue and asked.

    "I know, this is Ji Kexin's idea, and the effect of this program is very good, and the ratings are rising rapidly. Your cousin is also very good, not only cooperating with us, but also showing all kinds of old rural tricks that have not been played for many years.  I'm really grateful to him for letting us shoot."  Du Manxue kept her eyes fixed on the TV screen.

    "Isn't the filming over yet?" Mo Xiaoyu asked.

    "No, it was very tiring during this period. We filmed during the day, edited overnight at night, and broadcast it the next morning. From the first day of the new year to the 15th Lantern Festival, this is only the first day. I just watched it  The sample, the editing is okay, right?" Du Manxue said proudly.

    "Hey, now Mojiatai is famous."  Mo Xiaoyu said.

    "Isn't that right? By the way, when did you come back? Did it go well?" Du Manxue asked.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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