Chu Chen first examined Old Meng's two badly smashed objects. Both were porcelain. One was a stemmed cup that looked like Yongle sweet white porcelain, while the other was a Ming Dynasty Tianqi blue-and-white figure plate.
Although the two objects looked convincing at first glance, a closer inspection revealed problems. They were both very ordinary imitations.
The last item was also a blue-and-white plate, with a Xuande mark on its foot. Its body was fine, its glaze pure white, and the color of its blue decoration also looked very much like Xuande ware. Although it was not genuine, Chu Chen found the plate quite interesting.
After putting the objects back in place, Chu Chen cleared his throat and said with a smile, "Your enthusiasm today really startled me, but there's no need for all this. I'm just an ordinary collector, and I still have plenty left to explore on this path. So don't treat me like some expert. Just consider this an exchange between fellow collectors."
"An expert is an expert. Why be so modest?"
"That's right! Only someone modest and eager to learn can become an expert!"
"Teacher Chu, modesty is fine, but it wasn't easy for us to meet you. You should at least leave us with something, shouldn't you?"
"That's right! That's right! Teacher Chu, could you share your opinion on Old Meng's three porcelain pieces?"
"Exactly! Teacher Chu..."
For a while, all the onlookers wanted Chu Chen to comment on the three porcelain pieces on the table. Some meant well, genuinely wanting to hear Chu Chen's experience, while others had ulterior motives and hoped to make him embarrass himself.
As the saying went, fame made a person a target. If Chu Chen had been in his thirties or forties, it would not have mattered much. But