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Chapter 1030 Weird Pen Holder

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    Hearing the word "overall situation" that Meng Zitao deliberately emphasized, Qian Siling thought of what Meng Zitao had said before. What if Song Zhiwei did use the show to make money and was arrested by Meng Zitao, and such a thing spread?  , which was a major blow to the program.

    Can Meng Zitao be asked to stop investigating Song Zhiwei?

    This idea flashed through Qian Siling's mind, but she immediately knew that it would not work. Although she had not known Meng Zitao for a long time, she knew Meng Zitao somewhat, and knew that he rarely regretted his decisions, so the investigation was  Unstoppable.

    So now she can only hope that Song Zhiwei did not do anything illegal or hide the truth from the public.  Fortunately, Song Zhiwei only has a limited number of appraisals. Even if there is a problem, the scope is unlikely to be too large and it should be able to control it.

    "Brother-in-law, if you have any definite news, you must inform me. I don't want to come to Shudu TV's first column and end up in a scandal."

    Meng Zitao smiled: "Don't worry, I won't make it difficult for you. I will solve it quickly. However, if you have any news, please tell me."

    ¡°No problem, it¡¯s getting late, you go in first.¡±

    ¡°Okay, I¡¯ll contact you later.¡±

    Meng Zitao came to the treasure appraisal hall. Due to what happened at noon, the atmosphere became a little awkward as soon as Meng Zitao arrived. This was mainly because Meng Zitao was too young and hit Song Zhiwei's face too hard. In the eyes of other experts, there was a  The feeling of domineering, if Meng Zitao had been famous for a few years, no one would have this feeling.

    Meng Zitao doesn't care about this. It's actually very simple to get his respect. You just need to abide by the rules of the antique industry. Otherwise, you can do whatever you want. He doesn't rely on these people for a living.

    At 1:30 p.m., the program started recording again, and the first person on stage was a middle-aged woman holding a bamboo-carved pen holder in her hand.

    Since the pen holder is a miscellaneous item among antiques, Meng Zitao did the appraisal. When the middle-aged woman saw Meng Zitao, she frowned: "You are not even older than my son, so you are an expert!"

    Meng Zitao was not worried and said calmly: "Madam, there is something wrong with your idea. If older people are qualified appraisal experts, then the TV station can just find some old gentlemen in their 70s or 80s to come over."

    "But you are too young." The middle-aged woman muttered, but still put the pen holder in front of Meng Zitao.

    Meng Zitao was too lazy to pay attention to her. He picked up the pen holder and took a look, knowing that it was a crude fake.

    "Ms. Zhang, there is something wrong with this item of yours."

    "What! You can eat whatever you want, but you can't talk nonsense. This bottle has been in my house for many years, how could there be a problem!" The middle-aged woman suddenly became furious.

    Meng Zitao said straightforwardly: "In our jargon, this pen holder is a 'monster'. The so-called 'monster' refers to an item that has both the characteristics of this dynasty and that dynasty. Taken together, it is a  A completely different fake is not even an imitation."

    "For example, this pen holder is clearly a feature of the Ming Dynasty, but the decoration is from the Qing Dynasty. What is this thing if it's not a 'monster'?"

    "Hmph! It's nonsense. Whatever you say is what it is! If you have the ability, come up with conclusive evidence, otherwise you are just talking nonsense!" The treasure holder became a little unreasonable.

    Meng Zitao noticed the smile at the corner of Song Zhiwei's mouth from the corner of his eyes. He smiled faintly and asked the staff next to him to bring some alcohol and cotton balls. As he talked, he wiped the pen holder with a cotton ball dipped in alcohol.

    ¡°Most of the good bamboo carving materials are only bamboo that has grown for three or four years, with natural textures. The surface color of the bamboo carving materials handed down from the Ming and Qing Dynasties has changed to dark yellow, tawny, or even amber red after hundreds of years of caressing.  The longer the bamboo skin survives, the redder it becomes, but this change is not uniform. Parts that are often touched by human hands, such as outer walls, lids, and decorative protrusions, are more obvious, while the colors may be different in parts that are not often touched by hands."

    Having said this, he showed the cotton ball to the middle-aged woman: "Ms. Zhang, you'd better be careful when buying this kind of thing in the future."

    When the middle-aged woman saw the dark color on the cotton ball, her face suddenly turned red. She stepped forward, picked up the pen holder, turned around and ran out.  At this time, the audience burst into applause.

    Seeing Meng Zitao deal with a trouble in an understatement, Song Zhiwei's face turned a little ugly again. He snorted softly and said to himself: "The days are long, let's wait and see!"

    The subsequent appraisal went smoothly. Meng Zitao even suspected that the first one was arranged by Song Zhiwei, but I guess Song Zhiwei shouldn't be so naive.

     In addition, Meng Zitao found that Song Zhiwei's performance was exactly the same as that in the morning, except that there was no more identification error. He didn't know whether it was because of what happened at noon that he was alert or for other reasons. This made Meng Zitao a little disappointed.

    While Meng Zitao was thinking wildly, another treasure holder came up. This time he brought a pen holder, which was just a piece of porcelain.

    Such a thing could be appraised by both Meng Zitao and Song Zhiwei, but Song Zhiwei was sitting in the middle, so the other party put the pen holder in front of Song Zhiwei.

    The pen holder is in the shape of a round straight tube, with the proximal end slightly tilted, and the outer wall is painted with a pastel painting of a ghostly bamboo and a musical instrument.  There are clumps of bamboos, green grass, and five red bats flying. The masters are sitting or standing around the stone table. One of them is playing the piano, and the other two are listening silently, with a focused and leisurely look. Two children are watching the stove and making tea.  Secret words with a smile.

    I heard Song Zhiwei praise highly: "Although the pen holder has no inscription, the shape and size of the pen holder are the same as those of the Qianlong pastel wood grain glazed ground pine and crane painting pen holder in the Palace Museum. The pastel decoration style is also similar. They should both belong to the Qianlong period pastels."  Excellent pen holder.¡±

    After receiving Song Zhiwei¡¯s comment, the treasure holder couldn¡¯t help but be happy and asked: ¡°So, my pen holder can be selected?¡±

    Song Zhi smiled and nodded: "Of course, the decoration of this pen holder is exquisite and delicate, and the pastel colors are soft and bright. It is really a rare item among Qianlong pastels. If such a treasure cannot be selected, it would be our dereliction of duty."  !¡±

    "Thank you, thank you Teacher Song!" The treasure holder bowed to Song Zhiwei, stepped forward and carefully put away the pen holder, and then followed the staff to register.

    Originally, Meng Zitao thought there should be nothing wrong with this pen holder. However, he always felt that the conversation between Song Zhiwei and the treasure holder was a bit strange, as if he was reading from a script, so he quickly used his power. In an instant, all the details of the pen holder were revealed.  , all reflected in his mind.

    "Weird, very weird!"

    The results given by the superpower made Meng Zitao couldn't help but think (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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