Zhuo Yu Feng Yang Chapter 17

Chapter 17 The warm sun falls in the eyes, and I don’t recognize him for the first time.

Jiang Zhuo saw off the old collector who was full of praise. As soon as he turned around, he heard a clear and somewhat urgent voice coming through the noisy crowd: “Grandma, please walk slowly. There are many people here, so be careful.”

He subconsciously looked up.

Under the light at the entrance of the venue, a young man wearing a white sweatshirt was carefully supporting an old lady with gray hair.The man is tall and tall, with dazzlingly white skin. The broken hair on his forehead is slightly raised by the wind. He is holding a half-used brocade box in his arms. There is a clean vitality between his brows and eyes, which is completely different from the old fritters around him who have been immersed in the antique circle for many years.

As if aware of his gaze, the young man also looked over.

The moment their eyes met, Jiang Zhuo’s heart paused inexplicably.

The man’s eyes were very bright, like the starlight in midsummer. When they fell on him, they were a little curious, a little inquisitive, and a little eager without having time to restrain themselves.

The old lady was attracted by a Qing Dynasty porcelain bowl on the booth next to her. She took the man’s arm and walked forward: “Jingyang, look at that bowl. The glaze color is exactly the same as what I saw last time in the museum.”

“Grandma, don’t be anxious, let’s take our time.” The young man responded quickly, holding the old lady’s arm, walking very slowly, and speaking with a helpless and conniving smile.

Jingyang.

Jiang Zhuo’s eyebrows moved imperceptibly.

Lu Chen seemed to have mentioned this name.

He didn’t think any more, turned around and lowered his head to organize the antiques on the display table.The quarrel between Brother Hu and Old Ghost Chen just now has gained a lot of popularity for his booth. Many people gathered around to see the blue and white vase he had restored, and some people brought their own collections to ask for advice. The booth in the corner actually became a small focus in the venue.

“Boss Jiang, your skills in repairing porcelain are really amazing!” A middle-aged man held his porcelain plate with admiration on his face, “My plate has cracks and many people have been unable to repair it. Can you help me take a look?”

Jiang Zhuo took the porcelain plate and rubbed the cracks with his fingertips. The system’s beep sounded in his mind.He raised his eyes to look at the man and said in a calm tone: “This plate is a pastel plate from the late Qing Dynasty. The cracks are not deep and can be repaired. However, repairing gold and porcelain is time-consuming and labor-intensive, and the price is not low.”

“Price is not a problem!” The man nodded quickly, “As long as it can be repaired, I am willing to pay any price!”

Jiang Zhuo agreed, and as soon as he put away the porcelain plate, he felt a gaze falling on his back.

He turned around and met the eyes of the young man named Jingyang.

The other party came around to his booth at some unknown time and was squatting beside the exhibition table, staring at the blue and white lotus vase. His eyes were so focused that he didn’t even notice the old lady walking up to him.

“The texture of this gold foil is exactly the same as the Qing Dynasty palace repair craftsmanship that I read in the book.” Lu Jingyang murmured to himself, reaching out to touch it, but fearing that it would be damaged, he hung his fingertips above the bottle, hesitated for a long time, and then carefully retracted it.

The old lady looked at his appearance and couldn’t help laughing and scolding: “You kid, you can’t walk when you see old things, just like me.”

Lu Jingyang scratched his head, stood up, and smiled sheepishly, revealing a pair of shallow dimples.

He looked at Jiang Zhuo, his eyes brightening even more: “Hello, boss! My name is Lu Jingyang, I studied cultural relic restoration, and I am a novice. I think your restoration skills on this blue and white vase are amazing. Can… can I ask you a few questions?”

When he spoke, his tone was a little reserved, but also showed a passion for the restoration of cultural relics. Unlike those who came with calculations, his eyes were as clean as a pool of clear water.

Jiang Zhuo looked at him, thinking of Lu Chen’s message, and had a vague idea in his mind.

He nodded, his voice a little softer than before: “Ask.”

“Is your gold tapestry mixed with red gold and silver shavings?” Lu Jingyang immediately asked, speaking a little faster, “I read that in the Qing Dynasty, the gold foil needed to be tempered seven times to repair porcelain, and the gold foil had to be tempered seven times, and…”

He asked a series of professional questions in quick succession, and every question was to the point. It was obvious that he had really put in the effort and was not just chatting casually.

Jiang Zhuo patiently answered them one by one.

Lu Jingyang listened very carefully, taking out his cell phone from time to time to take notes, his brows sometimes furrowed and sometimes relaxed, like a student eager for knowledge.

The old lady looked on helplessly, shook her head, and wandered to the booth next to her.

The people around gradually dispersed, and only the two of them were left in front of the booth.

Sunlight filtered through the venue’s glass windows and fell on the top of Lu Jingyang’s hair, coating it with a faint golden light.He lowered his head to take notes, so focused and serious that he didn’t even notice a little dust on the tip of his nose.

Jiang Zhuo looked at him and suddenly felt that this man was like a beam of warm sunshine that suddenly broke in, dispelling a lot of the haze left by Brother Hu and Old Ghost Chen just now.

“Thank you, boss!” Lu Jingyang raised his head after memorizing the last word, with a bright smile on his face, “What you said is clearer than what my teacher said! Thank you so much!”

As he spoke, he remembered something and quickly took out the brocade box from his arms and handed it to Jiang Zhuo: “By the way, I would like to trouble you to help me take a look at this. This is my grandma’s collection. She always said that it is an old thing, but I always feel…”

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a rush of footsteps.

“Young Master!”

A slightly anxious voice came.

Lu Jingyang turned around and saw a man in a black suit walking over quickly. He was one of Lu Chen’s men.The man walked up to him and whispered something.

Lu Jingyang’s brows furrowed, and the smile on his face faded a bit: “I know, I’ll be there right away.”

He turned around and showed an apologetic smile to Jiang Zhuo: “Boss, I’m sorry, my grandma has something to do, and I have to go there first. Can I trouble you to take a look at this thing next time?”

“Okay.” Jiang Zhuo nodded.

“Thank you so much!” Lu Jingyang held the brocade box in his arms and took a serious look at the blue and white vase, as if he wanted to carve the pattern into his mind, “Boss, what’s your surname? Next time I come to the antique street to see you!”

“Jiang Zhuo.”

“Jiang Zhuo!” Lu Jingyang read it again and his eyes lit up, “I know you! My brother mentioned you! You are the boss of Xianyunzhai!”

Jiang Zhuo didn’t speak, just looked at him.

Lu Jingyang seemed to have remembered something, and the smile on his face grew wider: “My brother’s name is Lu Chen! He said you are a very powerful person!”

As expected, he was Lu Chen’s younger brother.

“I will definitely go to Xianyunzhai to find you next time!” Lu Jingyang waved his hand, turned around and ran in the direction of the old lady. The corner of his white sweater flashed through the crowd like a dancing light.

Jiang Zhuo looked at his back and didn’t move for a long time.

It wasn’t until his phone vibrated that he came back to his senses.

It was a message from Lu Chen: [My younger brother is ignorant and is causing trouble.】

Jiang Zhuo replied: [It doesn’t matter.】

He put away his phone and looked in the direction Lu Jingyang left, thoughtfully.

This young master of the Lu family is completely different from Lu Chen.

Clean, pure, with a heartfelt love for cultural relics.

Such a person, mixed in the antique circle where fish and dragons are mixed, is like a white lotus that has strayed into the mud.

Just then, there was a noise from the other side of the venue.

Jiang Zhuo looked up and saw Brother Hu and Old Ghost Chen surrounding a middle-aged man. He didn’t know what they were talking about. The man’s face looked ugly, as if someone had pinched him.

Jiang Zhuo’s eyes turned cold.

It seems that Brother Tiger and Old Ghost Chen are starting to act like monsters again.

He lifted his feet and walked over there.

After squeezing through the crowd, I saw several of Brother Tiger’s men surrounding the middle-aged man who had just come for help holding a pastel plate. The man’s face was pale, and the porcelain plate in his hand was thrown to the ground and cracked into several pieces.

Old ghost Chen stood aside, twirling his goatee, with a gloating smile on his lips: “I have told you before that this plate is a fake, but you don’t believe it, so you insist on looking for that hairy boy. Now, the plate is broken, let’s see how you explain it to your family.”

The middle-aged man was so angry that he was shaking all over. He pointed at Brother Tiger’s nose and cursed: “You gangsters! You bumped into me on purpose! Otherwise, why would my plate be broken?”

“Come over?” Brother Hu sneered, stepped on the broken porcelain, and crushed it, “Keep your mouth clean! It’s obvious that you can’t hold it steady, so what does it have to do with us? I think you want to touch the porcelain?”

People around him whispered, but no one dared to step forward to dissuade him.Brother Hu’s reputation in the antiques circle is so bad that no one wants to get into trouble.

Jiang Zhuo’s eyes fell on the broken porcelain pieces on the ground, and his eyes darkened.The pastel plate was a job he had just accepted. Although it was from a folk kiln in the late Qing Dynasty, it was still authentic. When the man held it in his hand, he was careful not to break it easily.

It was clearly Li Hu’s people who were deliberately looking for trouble.

“Brother Tiger is so majestic.”

Jiang Zhuo’s voice was not high, but it penetrated the noisy discussion and reached everyone’s ears clearly.

Brother Hu turned around and saw him, and the sneer on his face became even thicker: “Hey, the real boss is here. Boss Jiang, your customer couldn’t hold the plate steady and dropped the things. How do you think this matter should be handled?”

“It’s yours.” Jiang Zhuo walked up to the middle-aged man and glanced at Brother Hu’s feet on the broken porcelain. “I saw clearly just now that your people bumped into it deliberately and knocked the plate off.”

“Did you see it?” Brother Hu raised his eyebrows with a scoundrel look on his face, “Who can prove it? Everyone present saw it. He threw it himself.”

Old ghost Chen also echoed: “That’s right! I saw it with my own eyes! Boss Jiang, you can’t spit on others!”

Jiang Zhuo ignored their cries, knelt down and picked up a piece of broken porcelain.Fingertips brushed against the cracks on the edge of the porcelain piece.

He stood up, held up the broken piece of porcelain, and shook it at the venue’s lights: “Everyone, look here.”

Everyone’s eyes turned towards him.

“The cracks on this plate have obvious signs of external force squeezing on the edge. The focus is concentrated on one side. If I accidentally dropped it, the cracks should have spread from the bottom. It will never be like this.” Jiang Zhuo’s voice was steady and strong. “Moreover, Brother Hu’s men were standing on the left side of this gentleman just now. If it wasn’t him who hit it, who else could it be?”

He paused, glanced at Brother Hu’s face, and said word by word: “Brother Hu, do you want to destroy the evidence by crushing the pieces of porcelain in public?”

Brother Tiger’s expression changed and he subconsciously retracted his foot.

The middle-aged man seemed to have found his backbone and nodded quickly: “Yes! He was the one who hit him! I can testify!”

“Testify?” Brother Hu’s face was ashen, and he reached out to grab the middle-aged man’s collar, “I think you are tired of living!”

At this moment, a majestic voice sounded: “Stop!”

Everyone followed the sound and saw the director of the Cultural Relics Bureau and several staff members walking over quickly.The director’s face looked very ugly. He had already had an overview of the dispute just now.

“Boss Tiger, you made trouble at the exchange meeting and deliberately damaged cultural relics. Do you still have rules in your eyes?” the director asked sternly.

Brother Hu was most afraid of the people from the Cultural Relics Bureau. His face instantly turned pale. He quickly let go of his hand and said with a smile: “Director, misunderstandings are all misunderstandings…”

“Misunderstanding?” The director snorted coldly and pointed to the broken porcelain pieces on the ground. “Whether it is a misunderstanding or not, you will know by checking the surveillance. There are cameras everywhere in the venue. I want to see who is causing trouble on purpose.”

As soon as these words came out, Brother Hu’s men suddenly panicked.Their actions just now were too arrogant and must have been clearly caught by the camera.

Brother Hu gritted his teeth, knowing that he would not get any benefits today, so he glared at Jiang Zhuo and said harshly: “Jiang Zhuo, just wait for me!”

After saying that, he led his men and squeezed out of the crowd in despair.Seeing this, Old Ghost Chen quickly followed him, not forgetting to glare at Jiang Zhuo before leaving.

The middle-aged man thanked Jiang Zhuo and the director repeatedly with red eyes: “Thank you, Boss Jiang, thank you very much, director. Without you, I would not be able to explain today.”

The director patted his shoulder and comforted him a few words. Then he looked at Jiang Zhuo and nodded approvingly: “Boss Jiang is young. Not only does he have good eyesight, but he also dares to speak out for justice. That’s good.”

Jiang Zhuo smiled faintly and said, “Thank you very much, Director. I just can’t bear to see people taking advantage of their power to bully others.”

The director chatted with him for a few more words, praised his skills in repairing gold and porcelain, and said he would visit Xianyunzhai when he had time, and then left with the others.

The people around him also dispersed, and many people looked at Jiang Zhuo with a little more admiration in their eyes.

The middle-aged man picked up the broken porcelain pieces on the ground with a distressed look on his face: “Boss Jiang, can this plate… still be repaired?”

“Yes.” Jiang Zhuo took the broken porcelain piece and looked at it carefully, “It’s just that the process will be more complicated. Don’t worry, I will try my best to repair it.”

The man breathed a sigh of relief, thanked him repeatedly, took out double the deposit and handed it to Jiang Zhuo, and then left gratefully.

Jiang Zhuo put away the broken porcelain pieces and just returned to his booth when he saw a familiar figure standing in front of the table.

Lu Jingyang held the brocade box in his hand and was standing on tiptoe, looking curiously at the inkstone on the exhibition table. Hearing the sound of footsteps, he turned around and smiled, his eyebrows and eyes curved as if full of sunshine.

“Boss Jiang, my grandma’s matter has been taken care of.” He shook the brocade box in his hand, with a bit of expectation in his tone, “Now, could you please help me take a look at this?”

Jiang Zhuo looked at the pure light in his eyes, and the anger he had just felt because of Brother Hu had inexplicably dissipated a bit.

He nodded and pointed to the stool next to him: “Sit down.”

Lu Jingyang’s eyes lit up, he quickly sat down and opened the brocade box carefully.

In the brocade box, there is a small jade hairpin with a lifelike butterfly carved on the head. The jade color is warm and moist, with a slight refreshing color, and it looks a bit old.

As soon as Jiang Zhuo’s fingertips touched the hosta, the system’s beep sounded.