Chapter 5 Million Blue and White Flowers

"You can't even identify the valuable things, why are you pretending to be a good person?" Song Yan did not appreciate Chen Yu's help. She felt that five thousand yuan was too much, but Chen Yu had to compensate ten thousand yuan for it.

As soon as Chen Yu got the three million yuan, he began to show off and pretended to be a rich man. She shouldn't have treated him as an opponent.

Chen Yu didn't mind and used his phone to transfer 10,000 to the vendor on the spot. Then, he picked up two porcelain cups that were five centimeters high.

On one side of the cup wall were the rose and the peony, and on the other side were two poems.

"Sir, these cups look good. I like the pattern. Do you have any more?"

The vendor glanced at the porcelain cup and shook his head. He received it from the poor area some time ago, including the broken porcelain bowl. The pile of things cost him less than 500 yuan in total.

Now the three items were worth ten thousand yuan, which made him very excited.

Chen Yu felt regretful in his heart, but he did not show it on his face. He couldn't be too greedy. He was already satisfied to be able to encounter these two blue and white porcelain cups.

"This is a gift, do you want one?" Chen Yu handed over the porcelain cup with a peony on it and asked Song Yan with a smile.

"No!" Song Yan said angrily.

"Bro, if you want to buy porcelain in the future, you can come to me directly. I'll sell it to you at the discount price of friendship!" The vendor said happily. He really wouldn't get 10,000 yuan without Chen Yu. This silly boy was his lucky star.

Song Yan glanced at Chen Yu contemptuously. This time, she finally knew what kind of person Chen Yu was. The banknote king he got must be a coincidence.

"Young man, can you show me the two cups in your hand?"

At this time, a man in a Chinese tunic suit in his fifties came forward and looked at the porcelain cup in Chen Yu's hand and asked eagerly.

Chen Yu looked at the man and the information of him appeared in his mind, "Jiang Wentao, deputy curator of Ninghai Museum, is not a bad person." Chen Yu nodded generously.

Jiang Wentao thanked him repeatedly and carefully took the porcelain cup painted with peonies. He first looked at the inscription, which said that it was made in the Qing Dynasty.

Then, he raised the porcelain cup and put it under the sun. He used his thumb and forefinger to gently pinch the sides of the porcelain cup. As he felt the thickness and smoothness of the cup, his heart beat faster and faster.

The poem on the cup was, "Xiao Yanyuan splits the golden palm dew, and Muxiang stirs up trouble!"

The poem of the other cup was, "If you don't collect all the poems, you will get a year's bonus alone."

After reciting these two poems, Jiang Wentao was even more excited. He pretended to be calm and said to Chen Yu, "I like these two porcelain cups very much. I wonder if you are willing to sell them? The price can be negotiated."

Chen Yu shook his head. With Jiang Wentao's qualifications, it wasn't difficult for him to tell the origin of this cup. "I'm sorry, but I don't intend to sell them right now!"

Jiang Wentao became a little anxious. If he missed this opportunity, he had no idea when he would meet again. Thus, he offered a price, "I'm willing to pay ¥200,000 for these two porcelain cups."

The vender, who was secretly delighted after making a fortune, felt as though he was struck by lightning when he heard the price of 200,000. His heart ached that he found it hard to breathe.

"Could these two porcelain cups were genuine and worth 200,000 yuan, but he had given them away as gifts?"

His intestines were about to turn green with regret. He wished he could snatch them back from Chen Yu and sell it to the middle-aged man who had bid 200,000.

"Not for sale!" Chen Yu refused coldly again. Jiang Wentao really regarded himself as a novice. Not to mention 200,000, he would not sell it for even 2 million.

"500,000? How about 500,000 yuan?" Jiang Wentao still didn't give up.

The vendor felt blood rush to his head, and the world in front of him was spinning. It turned out that he had missed not 200,000, but 500,000, or even more.

A trace of surprise flashed across Song Yan's cold face. She looked at Chen Yu in a daze. These two porcelain cups were worth 500,000 yuan?

"I'll give you two million. As long as you can help me buy a Chinese Rose Cup , I'll give you this Peony Cup for free. How about that?" Chen Yuyu said in ridicule.

Hearing the Chinese Rose Cup and the Peony Cup, Jiang Wentao was speechless for a while. It turned out that the young man in front of him knew the knowledge of antiques and was very clear about the standard of the blue and white twelve-flower porcelain cups.

"What are you talking about?" Song Yan was confused and asked, "Do these two cups have any history?"

She had a certain appreciation of porcelain and paintings, but she was just in her early twenties and had little experience. How could she compare with Jiang Wentao, an expert who had been immersed in the antique circle for half his life?

Not to mention Chen Yu who could know the value and origins with a single glance.

"This is the blue and white twelve-flower porcelain cups, also known as the Flower Deity Cup. Jingde Town in the Kangxi period represented the top level of porcelain technology at that time.

It was 2.4 centimeters high, curled, and circled. It was shaped like a bell. The wall was thin and the strength seemed to have been reborn. The surface of the glaze was exquisite and flawless. There were white glazes on the inside and a blue and white flower decoration on the outside.

On it, there were paintings of the flowers that represented the 12 months, with corresponding poems. The 12 items were a set. What I found were the peony cup that represented April and Chinese rose cup that represented November.

"The main body of the blue and white twelve-flower porcelain cup is the Yue Ji cup. With the Chinese rose cup, there is a possibility of collecting the whole set. At present, only seven complete sets have appeared, and three of them are collected in major museums..."

As Chen Yucheng talked about the blue and white twelve-flower porcelain cups, it seemed that he knew it like the back of his hand.

Standing to the side, Jiang Wentao was amazed. He never expected that Chen Yu would understand the blue and white twelve-flower porcelain cups so well at such a young age, and it wasn't inferior to him.

"How much is the market price?" After hearing his words, the vendor's face turned pale. He clutched his chest and asked with heartache.

Jiang Wentao rubbed his chin. It's rare to see one in an auction. There were at most four or six items of a set. Since there's no hope for him to buy it, then he wouldn't hide it anymore.

"The whole set price is about 40 million, and there is no market price. A single item is about 2 million. However, the Chinese rose cup is the most expensive. The Chinese rose cup only in one set, and it has never appeared. It is also possible that the price is over 10 million."

"Pluff!" Hearing that it was worth more than 10,000,000, the vendor's vision turned black as he sat down limply on the ground while spurting out a mouthful of blood. More than 10,000,000 flew away just like that, leaving him wanting to die.

Song Yan sucked in a breath of cold air and covered her cherry lips with her hand. She didn't expect Chen Yu to be so sharp-eyed. She couldn't identify the treasure in front of her, even when Chen Yu said he would give one to her, she refused.

"If I lose, you can ask for two conditions at will as long as I can do it!"

This time, Song Yan really admitted defeat. Although she hadn't started searching for treasures, she had to admit that her vision and discerning ability were inferior to Chen Yu.

She could tell that the reason why Chen Yu showed off was not to create a good impression in front of her. He was just pretending to be scammed and toyed around with by the vendor. His true objective was the two blue and white porcelain cups.

She even looked down on Chen Yu, who was stupid and rich. It seemed that she was the one who was really stupid. She couldn't help but blush.

Chen Yu glimpsed at Song Yan and wondered what request he's going to make. He would not have dared to make unreasonable request. After all, though the Song family was well-known, the consequence would be pretty severe.

Chen Yu thought for a moment and made a request, "How about donating 100,000 to Happy House orphanage. This small sum of money should be nothing to Miss Song!"

Song Yan couldn't help but be stunned. If Chen Yu asked for money or things, it was understandable. But why did he ask to donate money to an orphanage? Was he keen on charity?

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