After dinner, father and son Lin Sophora flavescens and Lin Sanqi rode bicycles to Wangzhima Hutong, with two large bags tied to the back seat of the car.
Wang Zhima Hutong is not far to the east of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital. It can be reached by bicycle in ten minutes. Lin Sophora flavescens asked passers-by about it, and then found a dilapidated hut.
Lin Sophora flavescens knocked on the door, while Lin Sanqi followed behind carrying two cloth bags.
As soon as the door opened, a thin old man was revealed, about Mao's age of 70. Lin Sanqi could see clearly that the moment he opened the door, the old man's face was very wary.
But quickly, the old man’s eyes widened with a humble look on his face:
"Isn't this Dr. Lin? Why are you here? Oh, Dean Lin, you are here too."
Lin Kushen said with a smile: "Lao Tang, excuse me, my youngest son has some personal matters that he wants to ask you for help with, so I won't disturb your rest."
"If that's the case, don't disturb me. It's not too late for me to welcome the distinguished guests. Please come in."
Tang An stepped aside and bent down to make a gesture of invitation. Lin Sophora flavescens nodded and walked in with a smile, and Lin Sanqi quickly followed.
Entering the house, under the dim light, Lin Sanqi discovered that the Tang family had two rooms. The rooms were clean and tidy. On the surface, there were no valuables. The only thing that was special was that there were pieces of wood stacked inside the room. box.
Old Man Tang turned around and took out two tea bowls from the box. After cleaning them, he poured boiled water in them and presented them:
"Dr. Lin, Dean Lin, this bad old man like me doesn't have any tea at home, only a bowl of boiled water. Don't be surprised, hehe."
Lin Sanqi took the yellow-brown tea bowl and found it interesting.
Because if it is a modern tea set, it is usually an enamel cup with a lid, and it is that style every time we have a meeting.
Lin Sanqi also has a lot of antique tea sets in his hands, usually blue and white porcelain, or simply pure color porcelain. However, the tea bowl in his hand obviously has poems and seals on it, which is rare.
Taking a closer look, Lin Sanqi saw that the fallen seal said: "Qianlong Bingyin Xiaochun Imperial Title"
"Hey, Lao Tang, this tea bowl of yours is very particular. Don't tell me it's an ordinary thing bought from the supply and marketing cooperative."
Old Man Tang was stunned, "Yeah, Dean Lin still likes this kind of old thing?"
Lin Sanqi joked: "I like it, I like it very much. This has been a treasure of our country for thousands of years, and it is the new society. If it were in the old society, it might be more valuable."
Lin Sophora from the side reminded: "It is vulgar to talk about money."
Old Lin was afraid that this old man Tang was pretending to be aloof. If someone was trying to show off, he would be unhappy if you said he was valuable or not. Old Beijingers have a very bad temper. If they don't like you, they won't discuss everything.
Who would have thought that Old Man Tang laughed out loud:
"It's good to talk about money. Doctor Lin and Junior Brother Tan are from the same hometown and know my past. When we sold these antiques, it was not just for money. The same goes for my Junior Brother. In order to go to Xiangjiang, he sold a lot of antiques. Get out.
We don't have Zhang Boju's noble character. He is a true gentleman who doesn't like to talk about money. He can spend thousands of dollars for his beloved antiques and donated them without blinking an eye after liberation. I am just a layman, and it is normal for laypeople to talk about money. ”
Lin Sanqi is a time traveler and doesn’t have much sense of class, so he doesn’t have any likes or dislikes towards Old Man Tang, so he smiled and said:
"I heard about Mr. Zhang Boju. Some people joked that half of the antiques in the Forbidden City were donated by him. He has a real treasure in his hands. It's really enviable."
Lin Sanqi also knew that Mr. Zhang was ill and had to be hospitalized in his later years. Because he was not high enough, he was not even given a ward. In the end, he was given an eight-person room and suffered a lot.
To put it more selfishly, if Mr. Zhang still has some antiques and antiques on his hands, and just sells them, won't he even be able to live in a better ward?
So fundamentally speaking, Lin Sanqi, like Tang An, is not a selfless person, nor is he destined to become a modest gentleman.
Old Man Tang also felt the same way, and felt that he and Lin Sanqi were the same kind of people, so he stopped hiding it:
"Dean Lin, the teacup in your hand has a great origin. It was specially made by the Qianlong Imperial Teahouse. Its official name is 'Sanqing Tea Bowl'. Look, there are twenty-two lines of a poem on it, and one hundred and ten words. It was written by Emperor Qianlong himself
There is a pricing rule in our antique circle. Anything related to the palace is a treasure. If it is an object used by the emperor and queen personally, it is a treasure. This Sanqing tea bowl was used by Emperor Qianlong and is priceless.
Ahem, it was priceless back then. In the new society, he is just an ordinary teacup. In the hands of a bad old man like me, it can be regarded as a pearl covered in dust. If Dr. Lin and Dean Lin hadn't come here today, I wouldn't have taken it out easily. ”
Lin Sophora flavescens' character is well-known by everyone. This reputation is huge, at least more than that of Lin Sanqi who is the dean.
Lin Sanqi was a little amazed while holding the tea bowl, thinking that if this bowl were to be auctioned a few decades later, it would probably fetch hundreds or tens of millions.
This is really an era of picking up money everywhere. No wonder Ma Weidu completed his initial capital accumulation in the 1980s and then soared. Lin Sophora flavescens put down the tea bowl and then said with a smile:
"Lao Tang, I'm here this time. I have a small favor to ask of you. Qizai, please take out the things."
Lin Sanqi quickly took out two bottles of Maotai liquor from his backpack, both of which were exported "Jinlun brand" Maotai liquor produced in 1957.
But what's interesting is that one of the bottles is new, just bought from the Moutai Distillery, and it was produced only 5 years ago.
The other bottle was purchased from the market at a high price in 2014 and is considered Chen Moutai.
Lin Sanqi handed over two bottles of Moutai and said with a smile: "Master Tang, please take a look at these two bottles of wine first."
Old Man Tang took the Maotai and put it on the table. He adjusted his eyes, looked left and right, and then his eyes became confused.
"It's strange. These two bottles of Moutai were produced in the same year, and the packaging is exactly the same. They are definitely from the same batch. Why is this bottle so new, while the other bottle seems to have been preserved for about 50 years?"
Lin Sanqi thought to herself, it seems that this old man really has a vicious vision. Isn't it more than 50 years old?
"Tsk, this doesn't feel right. This bottle of old Maotai doesn't seem to be deliberately aged. It should be the natural aging year after year, but it will definitely not age like this in just 5 years. It can only be someone's intention. Distressed.
Dean Lin, forgive me for my poor eyesight, but I really can’t see how this Maotai liquor is made old. This method is extraordinary, it is simply superb, there are no flaws, and it is much better than me.
Strange, when did such a talented person appear in China? With such superb technology, why would we start with an ordinary bottle of Moutai? I can’t figure it out, I really can’t figure it out. ”
These days, a bottle of Moutai costs 4 yuan, and an ordinary worker's salary can buy seven or eight bottles. Naturally, it is not considered a luxury wine.
So Old Man Tang had no doubt that the wine was fake because no one was counterfeiting it.
Lin Sanqi smiled, thinking that because this was not old-fashioned, but had been weathered naturally for more than 50 years, there was no trace of deliberate old-fashionedness.
"Master Tang, these two bottles of Maotai are actually samples. I have a large amount of Maotai on hand now, and they all look like this..."
(Lin Sanqi ordered the bottle of New Moutai)
"But now I want to make all Maotai like this old look."
(Lin Sanqi ordered the bottle of old Moutai again)
"Master Tang, let's not talk secretly. I know that you are always a capable person. You were also the number one person in Sijiu City back then. It is said that there are no antiques that you can't make, especially calligraphy, painting and porcelain.
You see, I want to make this Maotai old now. The paper packaging on the outside and the pottery and porcelain inside have to be old. But don’t worry, I got this Maotai abroad and will never defraud it in China. . ”
Old man Tang carefully compared the two bottles of Maotai, and then said with a smile:
"Dean Lin, since you said so, I have nothing to hide. It just so happens that if you don't come to me, I still want to go to you and ask you to do something. Don't worry, it's just Maotai liquor packaging. Well, it’s all up to me.”
Lin Sophora flavescens and Lin Sanqi were both a little surprised, wondering what the old man wanted to do with them?
But when it comes to helping, you help me and I help you. We owe each other a favor, so we can do our best in doing things.
"Dean Lin, there are different ways to make things old. What are your specific requirements?"
Lin Sanqi thought for a while:
"As for the specific requirements, there are indeed two. I have millions of bottles of Maotai liquor in my hand, maybe tens of millions of bottles, so the old-fashioned method you gave me should be able to handle a large batch at once. It’s not just a matter of bottles. That would be a huge project.
Another requirement is that I want some wines to be aged for 50 years, and some wines to be aged for 60 years, 70 years, etc., so it is best to give me several aging methods so that I can age them in batches to present the appearance. different years. ”
Mr. Tang didn't even think about it. After hearing Lin Sanqi's request, he smiled slightly:
"Dean Lin, in fact, your request is the most basic requirement in the antique shop. Don't worry, I have an exclusive secret recipe here. When the time comes, you will have to find a sealed warehouse and place the Maotai you want to make old as you wish. .
Then I will give you a kind of medicinal powder, which you dissolve into water, and then use the stove to cook and smoke it at the same time. It will smoke 24 hours a day for three days and three nights. By then, everything, whether it is paper packaging or ceramic bottles, will become It looks like this. ”
(Old man Tang pointed to the bottle of old Moutai on the table)
"And I can also prepare the medicinal powder according to the year you want it to be aged. It can be as many years as you want. I guarantee that even the people at Moutai Distillery will not be able to recognize it after smoking."
Lin Sanqi was delighted after hearing this, thinking that the antique counterfeiting technology of a few decades later would be very powerful, but in fact it was far less powerful than the forgers of the Republic of China.
People are all greedy. Lin Sanqi rolled her eyes and had a new idea:
"Master Tang, this, this, can Moutai be made into old wine? For example, this year's new wine can be made into twenty-year-old wine." (End of Chapter)