The weather was sultry in the afternoon, and there were not many customers in the store. Because of the profitable trade in the morning, Guo Bapi was excited. After giving a few instructions, he drove away directly.
Yang Bo was in a bad mood because of his father's illness. He walked back and forth in Goodzhai, but still couldn't come up with any way to make money. Many ideas required investment, but he lacked capital. If he had money, he would have used it to treat his father's illness.
To calm himself down, Yang Bo, as usual, took a rag to wipe the items in the store. Normally, ancient porcelain should not be casually wiped with a rag. However, Goodzhai was a small store without proper techniques for handling. Moreover, most of the porcelain on display were fakes.
When Yang Bo casually picked up a piece of porcelain and wiped the dust off skillfully, he felt that the bottle seemed different. Looking closely, he saw a faint light emanating from the bottle. The light was soft and dim, as if the light reflected on the surface of the porcelain was concentrated in a small area.
Yang Bo stared at it with wide eyes, trying to see more clearly. Suddenly, the light disappeared, and there was no halo left.
Yang Bo was puzzled but thought it was due to his recent tiredness and didn't pay much attention.
After sitting down and resting for a while, Yang Bo picked up a plum - shaped vase. For some reason, he felt excited this time. Looking closely at the vase, which had magpies on plum - blossom branches painted on it and had a shiny surface, Yang Bo finally saw clearly.
The light slowly gathered and finally formed a weak halo at the neck of the plum - shaped vase. The halo was very faint, and it seemed that it could be broken with a slight wave of a hand. But for Yang Bo, it was an exciting discovery.
He thought that he might be special. Yang Bo couldn't help thinking a lot. But what was the use of this halo?
Yang Bo had a hunch in his heart but wasn't sure. The two pieces of porcelain he had just held were fakes, contemporary artworks with no research value. All the old items were locked in the boss's safe, and he had no chance to touch them.
Yang Bo thought for a moment. Since the boss was not there, he thought that if he locked the door and went out, he wouldn't be found.
After locking the door, Yang Bo walked along the street for more than a hundred meters and came to another antique shop, Bogu Hall.
Because the two shops were competitors, Guo Bapi and Jia Huairen, the owner of Bogu Hall, didn't have a good relationship. However, this didn't affect the friendship between the apprentices. Yang Bo had a good relationship with Li Ling, an apprentice of Bogu Hall.
When Yang Bo walked into the store, he felt a coolness. Li Ling was sitting in a corner of the living room, looking around aimlessly. When he saw Yang Bo, he immediately smiled and said, "Big Bo, why are you free today?"
Yang Bo looked a bit helpless. He was thin and didn't like such nicknames, but today he didn't mind. He asked, "Is Boss Jia not here?"
Li Ling replied, "Yes. He's out. It's too hot, and there are no customers."
Yang Bo nodded slightly. That was good. Then he said, "Oh, by the way, didn't your boss acquire a Qing Dynasty Daoguang famille - rose seven - treasures - pattern cup two days ago? Can I have a look just out of curiosity?"
Li Ling looked hesitant because the cup was regarded as the boss's treasure, and he couldn't decide.
Yang Bo quickly understood and explained, "Don't worry. I won't touch it. I just want to look at it from a distance. I rarely see genuine antiques, so I'm just curious."
Li Ling was relieved by Yang Bo's promise. "Okay, but don't touch it. I'll go get it." Then Li Ling walked inside.
Since Li Ling was related to Boss Jia, he was trusted more, and Boss Jia was willing to leave these items in the store.
Soon, the famille - rose cup was brought out. The outer wall of the cup was divided into three decorative bands by gold - colored string patterns. The middle band depicted seven treasures on lotus petals, with an exquisite and complex composition. It was a very rare treasure.
However, Yang Bo's purpose was not to appreciate it but to test his conjecture.
Yang Bo stared at the famille - rose seven - treasures - pattern cup. His heart skipped a beat as he saw rays of light emerging from the cup, gradually converging to form a halo. The halo became thicker and thicker and soon was much more solid than the previous two halos.
Suddenly, a ray of light separated and rushed towards Yang Bo's eye. Yang Bo closed his eyes and felt a coolness spreading around the edge of his eye, which disappeared in an instant.
When Yang Bo opened his eyes and looked again, he saw that the halo of the cup was still there, with no other changes. He also noticed that he seemed to be able to look at the cup for a longer time. Was it because of that ray of light just now?
Yang Bo closed his eyes and suddenly felt like laughing out loud because he knew that he might have found something precious.
The thickness of the halo was obviously related to the age of the porcelain. If this was the case, could he directly identify the authenticity of antiques in the future? He might even be better than experts! He could directly determine the age of artifacts without carbon - 14 testing.
"Big Bo, what's wrong with you?" Li Ling saw that Yang Bo stared at the porcelain for a long time without saying a word, and then closed his eyes and looked up to the sky, as if stunned.
Yang Bo came back to his senses. "Oh, nothing. By the way, don't you guys still have a Ming Dynasty Wanli imitation Jun kiln fish basket zun? Can you show me?"
Li Ling stared at Yang Bo strangely, but seeing that he had kept his promise and did not touch it, he did not ask. "Okay, wait a minute!"
The halo slowly formed again, and another ray of light entered his eyes. Comparing the size of the halo of the two porcelains, Yang Bo finally knew. He was probably able to judge the age of the artifact according to the size of the halo, which was really important to him! In this way, he could pick up the leak!
The most important thing was that his father's medical expenses finally had hope!
Li Ling felt that Yang Bo was too strange today, so he couldn't help but remind him, "Big Bo, aren't you sick?"
Yang Bo shook his head. "No, oh, I still have something to do. I'll go back first."
"Hey, you really..." Li Ling looked at Yang Bo's back and was speechless.
850,000 yuan finally had hope!
Yang Bo was excited and couldn't help himself. He finally saw a glimmer of hope, the hope of curing his father!
His father was still lying at home and refused to go for treatment, didn't he just want to save money? If he had enough money, he could let his father receive the best treatment!
Thinking of his mother's sad, tired and hoarse voice when he called, Yang Bo felt his nose was slightly sour, and a stream of heat gushed out of his eyes.