Ye Zhiqiu recounted what happened last night. When Gao Yuanshan, Shen Ruyue and others heard this, they all looked at Guan Taishan in surprise.
Guan Taishan's old face turned red instantly.
"Master Gao, what's going on between you and Vice President Guan?" Ye Zhiqiu suddenly asked.
Gao Yuanshan sighed.
"Actually, the two of us don't have any big differences. Ten years ago, the former president of the Appraisers Association inspected both of us at the same time to see if we could join the association."
“I felt that whether I could join the Appraisers Association or not would have no impact on the appraisal technology itself, so I declined.”
"Guan Taishan, successfully joined and will soon become the vice president!"
"I don't know when, a rumor spread in Jianghai City's antique circle that the real treasure appraisal skills of Vice President Guan Taishan are not as good as mine, a wild appraiser who has not joined the association."
Ye Zhiqiu had already guessed what happened in general.
Seeing the look on his face, Gao Yuanshan nodded slightly and said with a smile: "It's indeed similar to what you thought."
"Guan Taishan was naturally unconvinced and asked me to compete frequently. I couldn't refuse, so I finally decided to agree and have a discussion."
"But unexpectedly, I was lucky enough to win. The feud between the two of us was completely settled."
"We agreed that whoever loses five times first will completely quit the ranks of appraisers! He will never touch antiques again!"
"In the past ten years or so, we have been fighting openly and secretly. I have lost once, and Guan Taishan has lost three times in total. He still can't swallow this breath, no, he wants to use this method to test me!"
Gao Yuanshan sighed, if it weren't for Ye Zhiqiu's presence this time, he would have lost.
Guan Taishan's face looked a little embarrassed, but he returned to his natural state in an instant.
"Do you dare to compete with someone with the surname Gao?"
Gao Yuanshan shook his head and said: "Lao Guan, I am not as boring as you! Even if you win, what will happen if I quit the ranks of appraisers?"
Ye Zhiqiu smiled and said: "Master Gao, this vice-president just thinks that you are a thorn in his side and a thorn in his flesh. Appraisers who do not join the association are even more capable than him, the vice-president. Where can he put his face?"
"Only when you truly quit this business will he be completely relieved!"
"It's okay not to join this so-called appraiser association! Is it just a place for waste?"
Guan Taishan glared at Ye Zhiqiu hatefully, speechless, and turned around to leave.
"Zhiqiu, thank you just now, otherwise, I might have made a mistake!" Gao Yuanshan looked at Ye Zhiqiu with a grateful face. This will not only cause Qingyazhai huge losses, but will also damage its own reputation.
Ye Zhiqiu shook his head: "You were just careless!" He was thinking in his heart, but still did not tell the fake antiques collected in Gaoyuan Mountain.
Shen Ruyue said strangely: "Mr. Ye, how could you tell at a glance that that plum vase is fake?"
Ye Zhiqiu smiled and said: "I didn't pay attention at first, but later I saw that the glaze and the porcelain body didn't seem to be completely integrated. Only then did I realize that the glaze was real, but the bottle was fake!"
Shen Ruyue was shocked: "These counterfeiting techniques are really hard to guard against!"
"Nowadays, some ancient tomb sites are often discovered. Various antiques may have been damaged, but the enamel is good. Special technical means are used to remove it and copy it onto those fake porcelain bottles!"
"Appraisers first look at the color of the glaze and the real feel. It's easy to ignore the porcelain body and think it's the real thing!"
"In fact, as long as you check carefully, you can definitely see through it!"
Master Gao's old face turned slightly red. He had been too careless just now. He only looked at the enamel and feel and ignored other things.
Ye Zhiqiu glanced at Gaoyuanshan. He seemed to be modest, but deep down he was very arrogant and conceited. Apart from his poor eyesight, the fake antiques he collected were probably more due to carelessness.
He always felt that he was a famous master in Jianghai City, more capable than Guan Taishan, who was the vice president of the Appraisal Association, so he couldn't help but feel a little drifting in his heart, and he just glanced at some antiques.
Ye Zhiqiu suddenly pulled him, walked aside, and whispered: "Master Gao, I think you'd better re-test the antiques upstairs one by one!"
He finally couldn't help but bring it up.
Gao Yuanshan treats him well, but he really can't bear to watch him use those fakes. Once outsiders discover them, wouldn't they be completely ruined and his reputation will be tarnished.
Gao Yuanshan was shocked: "Zhiqiu, are you saying that many of the antiques I collected upstairs are fake?"
Ye Zhiqiu shook his head: "I didn't say that! But sometimes everyone makes mistakes, like just now, he was careless and fell into a big mess! I think it's better to test again!"
Gao Yuanshan stared at Ye Zhiqiu intently. Two days ago, he asked him to check for him. At that time, Ye Zhiqiu couldn't stop prevaricating, so he felt that something was wrong with his expression, and now he gradually came back to his senses.
"Zhiqiu, come upstairs with me!"
Ye Zhiqiu shook his head and said: "Master Gao, I still have something to do, so I'll leave first! You can do your own business."
He stepped outside. I had already made a great deal of determination when I brought it up. If I pointed it out to him one by one in person, no one could guarantee that Gao Yuanshan would still be so generous.
Ye Zhiqiu stopped a car and went straight to a boutique men's clothing store in Dongcheng District. He attended a female classmate's birthday party in the evening. At least he had to dress more formally. Ye Zhiqiu bought a few clothes.
Ye Zhiqiu stood on the roadside with large and small packages, looking down and thinking about whether to give Hu Yinyin a birthday gift or not, not knowing what he liked.
Ye Zhiqiu took out his mobile phone, opened his address book, found Hu Yinyin's number, and dialed it.
"Hello, Ye Zhiqiu?" A girl's soft and clear voice came from the other side, and her tone seemed to be a little trembling.
"Yes. Yinyin, what birthday gift do you like?"
Hu Yinyin pondered for a moment and said loudly and excitedly: "Zhiqiu, as long as you come, I will be very happy! What other birthday gifts do you need?"
Ye Zhiqiu asked again for a while, but Hu Yinyin still didn't mention the gift. The two chatted for half an hour, and Hu Yinyin reluctantly hung up the phone.
Ye Zhiqiu was about to take a taxi home when suddenly he saw an old man in black clothes in his sixties or seventies next to him. He covered his chest with his hands, swayed and fell to the ground.
Pedestrians around suddenly gathered around: "What's wrong? What's wrong?"
"Looks like you're having a heart attack?"
"Hurry up and call 120!"
Everyone picked up their mobile phones and made calls.
Ye Zhiqiu was startled and hurriedly squeezed into the crowd. He saw the old man clutching his heart with his right hand, his face turned pale, his whole body was soaked with sweat, and he was trembling slightly.
In his mind, he suddenly remembered the heart disease and acupuncture treatment in Bian Que's "Difficult Classic".
Ye Zhiqiu placed the package on the ground and walked forward quickly.
Everyone was surprised: "Young man, are you a doctor?"
