I Transmigrated as the Antagonists' Mother!

67 Mystic-colored Porcelain

Fred introduced the place to Vivian as they walked. “The theme this time is Oriental, and all the styles you see are Asian. In the past six months, due to the control of Asian countries, there are very few Asian cultural relics on the market. So this time, the person behind the scenes has invited all the people who can be contacted, mainly who specialize in Asian Languages, to come here.”

The two of them continued to walk forward. After passing through the garden, they saw five rooms side by side. The doors of the rooms were wide open, and there were quite a number of people in each room.

The room was very large. The cultural relic traffickers spread a piece of cloth on the ground like they were setting up a stall. Then, they casually placed their goods on the ground as if they were worthless.

This was the first time in Vivian’s two lives that she had seen such a thing. She had only seen cultural relics being auctioned in auction houses, but she did not expect the trading mode of underground cultural relics to be so novel.

Vivian was surprised, but her face was very calm. Her calm appearance was very scary.

Fred continued introducing, “There are 30 stores that brought their goods here this time. Let’s start with the first one on the left. Don’t think they won’t dare to sell fake goods because you have a backer here. This is similar to stone gambling. You can’t blame others if you make a wrong judgment. If you’re willing to bet, you must accept your loss.”

This was an unwritten rule in the world, and Vivian knew it. “I understand.”

Vivian followed Fred to the first store while keeping an eye on the big shots and their target, George.

The first room was full of European cultural relics dealers, but Fred did not seem to have taken a fancy to them. He had finished his tour in just ten minutes. “There’s nothing in this room that I’m interested in. Is there anything that you’re interested in?”

Vivian shook her head. “I don’t have my eyes on any.” She suspected those people who bought the items from abroad did not know the meaning behind these items.

In fact, what attracted Vivian to these antiques, in addition to the craftsmanship of the items themselves, was the cultural heritage of the items.

When they reached the third room, Vivian still didn’t see George, and she couldn’t help but feel a little anxious.

There were more Asian faces in the room, and everyone came from different countries. Some of the things they didn’t understand had been translated, but Fred saw a bottle in a one-eyed stall with a Western European face.

The one-eyed vendor was greeting a customer. When he saw Fred and Vivian, he was distracted and came over to greet them. “You have good taste. This is an eight-edged mystic-colored porcelain bottle. This batch of porcelain was buried with the Country H’s Emperor 1200 years ago.”

“Nine out of the 10 antiques are said to be the emperor’s funerary objects,” a passerby laughed when he heard this.

The one-eyed vendor immediately explained, “Many of the items in Country H have a grade requirement. There are documents showing that mystic-colored porcelain is a top-notch object used only by the Emperor. The grade of the tomb owners who could dig out the mystic-colored porcelain can prove this!”

Fred knew a thing or two about porcelain and knew that the man was right.

He squatted down and picked up the water bottle to take a look. He had heard of mystic-colored porcelain before but had never seen it before. Now that he suddenly saw it, he really couldn’t make up his mind.

The mystic-colored porcelain was Yue-Kiln Celadon, representing the highest level of porcelain making before the 10th century A.D. The mystic-colored porcelain was green in color. Under the light, the empty bowl looked like it was filled with spring water.

Fred looked at it from inside to outside and confirmed that it was real. “How much is this mystic-colored porcelain?”

The one-eyed vendor smiled when he saw that business was coming. “3.3 million.”

Fred thought it was a little expensive, so he frowned and said, “The market price is 2.9 million Yuan at most. Yours is too expensive.”

The one-eyed stall owner refused to give in and even said that he almost lost a brother in order to bring this batch of goods out. Everyone knew this was most likely a lie and was just exaggerating to raise the price.

But Fred really liked it. In the end, both sides took a step back and reached 3.15 million. Just as he was about to pay, he suddenly remembered that he had brought someone with him this time, so he put the porcelain on the ground and said to Vivian, “Ms. Vivian, take a look at this porcelain.”