Imposter Young Master
Chapter 808 - 812 Encounter at the Coffee Shop

Chapter 808: Chapter 812 Encounter at the Coffee Shop

"It’s not like that!" the chubby guy got a bit excited, "You Sen is just like me, simply pining away for Ruoli!"

Something seemed to trigger the chubby guy’s memory, and he suddenly looked at Yang Gang with suspicion, "Hey, you better not have a crush on Ruoli too!"

Yang Gang spread his hands, "Ah, Ruoli is so beautiful, I wish I could like her..."

"You..."

Before the chubby guy could say anything, Yang Gang continued, "But, I’m jinxed when it comes to love, I can’t keep making mistakes. I’ve decided, once I find my girlfriend, I’m going to marry her!"

"Phew!" the chubby guy breathed a sigh of relief, "So you’ve got a girlfriend."

"Of course, I have a fiancée as well."

Chubby guy: ...

Just as the chubby guy was about to delve deeper, Qin Ruoli and her group had come back.

Huang Lei looked embarrassed.

"What happened?" Yang Gang asked, though he had an inkling already.

"Huang Lei here seems to have been fooled; the porcelain vase he just bought is modern, made in recent years, worth at most a few hundred yuan," Qin Ruoli said.

"Hey, you fat liar! Give me back my ten thousand yuan!" Huang Lei glared furiously at the chubby guy.

The chubby guy was stunned, "How is that possible? I personally appraised that vase; it has a thick body, and it feels heavy to the touch..."

"Red Army, theory is not practice," Qin Ruoli said.

"Uh..." At this moment, the chubby guy suddenly remembered something, and looked incredulously at Yang Gang, "How could you, an amateur, know that Yuan Qinghua was a fake?"

"Eh? Yang Gang said it was a fake?" Qin Ruoli asked, curious.

The chubby guy nodded, "Yeah."

Yang Gang smiled, "Didn’t I say? Intuition."

"It’s just a coincidence, Mr. Yang clearly looks like a layman, how could he possibly appraise antiques?" You Sen paused, then added, "If it’s not a coincidence, then he must have colluded with the stall owner, trying to build up an image of an appraisal expert to scam people. Nowadays in this business, there are too many deceivers and swindlers!"

Yang Gang just smiled and did not respond.

At that moment, Qin Ruoli suddenly grabbed Yang Gang’s hand and led him to a purple clay teapot stall.

"Ruoli, don’t wander off, help out at the stall," the stall owner said helplessly.

The stall owner was a man in his fifties whose eyes looked very similar to Qin Ruoli’s.

From their facial features, it seemed they were father and daughter.

"Yang Gang, there is a Ming Dynasty purple clay teapot here, can you find it?" Qin Ruoli said.

"Ah? How do you know there’s a Ming Dynasty purple clay teapot here?"

"Because this is my family’s stall," Qin Ruoli glanced around and then whispered, "My dad always does this, hiding one genuine piece among a hundred fakes."

"Er, your family does business in a pretty decent way," Yang Gang said with a smile.

At that, You Sen and the rest hurried over as well.

"Ruoli, how could an amateur possibly identify the genuine article?" You Sen said disdainfully.

Yang Gang glanced at You Sen and said nothing, pretending to feel the ceramic items while activating his "Memory Reading".

A moment later, Yang Gang’s gaze fell on an inconspicuous corner of the stall, where a light purple teapot was quietly placed.

Yang Gang picked up the purple clay teapot and examined it, "The purple clay teapot has a reddish hue in its purple, exuding an elegant simplicity; its body outline is clear, with powerful and energetic curves, revealing delicacy within its simplicity; the surface of the purple clay is quite fine, with grains slightly coarse, containing black and yellow sand spots, overall having some flaws, looking more like a failed high-quality imitation, no wonder no one paid attention to it."

Yang Gang concentrated his thoughts on the purple clay teapot.

Whoosh!

1045.9!

Yang Gang was suddenly startled, the year 1045 should be during the Northern Song Dynasty! However, purple clay teapots are widely believed to have originated in the Ming Dynasty, with Gong Chun being the pioneer during the Jiajing era of the Ming.

"What’s going on?" Although Yang Gang was puzzled, apart from this purple clay teapot, the rest were high imitations of recent years, not at all qualifying as antiques.

"Er, there are no Ming Dynasty purple clay teapots here, only Song Dynasty ones. Just this one," Yang Gang said, lifting up the purple clay teapot in his hand.

"Haha, an amateur is still an amateur, purple clay teapots originate from the Ming Dynasty, how could there be purple clay teapots in the Song Dynasty. Moreover, the purple clay teapot you’re holding obviously has flaws, where would you find such in the teapots of the Ming Dynasty onward? Clearly, it’s a failed imitation!" You Sen openly mocked him.

The stall owner, who had been quiet, glanced at You Sen and spoke indifferently, "This young man is correct. The purple clay teapot in his hand is indeed not from the Ming Dynasty, but from the Song Dynasty. People usually think that purple clay teapots were born during the Ming Dynasty, but they aren’t aware that embryonic forms of purple clay teapots appeared much earlier. Great literati like Mei Yaochen, Cai Xiang, and Su Dongpo have left behind famous poems and verses admiring tea. Among them, Mei Yaochen’s ’Cold spring from a tiny stone retains its early taste, new brew from purple clay blossoms with the hues of spring’ is considered a peerless masterpiece, talking about brewing tea with a purple clay teapot. Of course, Su Dongpo was the most particular and creative. He even summarized, ’To boil living water one must use a lively flame; from the fishing stones one draws deep sentiment.’ Brewing tea with living water, water from the deep river flow, brings out a taste that is extraordinarily pure and far-reaching. From the Ming Dynasty onward, the shape of purple clay teapots gradually became smooth and fixed. Moreover, during the Ming Dynasty, the way of drinking tea with purple clay teapots changed dramatically, directly affecting the tea-drinking habits of later generations, hence the great misunderstanding. This purple clay teapot is from the Song Dynasty. Its coarse make is a testament to its era, an authentic piece beyond doubt."

Everyone was astounded.

Qin Ruoli looked on admiringly.

Yang Gang set down the purple clay teapot, smiled lightly, and said, "Just guessing."

He checked the time, smiled, and said, "I have something else to attend to, so I’ll be going."

"Eh, young man, since you found this purple clay teapot, go ahead and take it," the stall owner said.

Yang Gang smiled, "I haven’t paid, so no transaction has been made, naturally I can’t take it away."

"That’s quite embarrassing..."

With a roguish twirl of her eyes, Qin Ruoli said, "Dad, why don’t I treat him to a meal?"

"Hmm, okay," the stall owner said.

Then, Qin Ruoli took Yang Gang by the hand and left the antiques market.

"I say, Miss Qin, what’s there to eat at this time of the day?" Yang Gang said with a smile.

Qin Ruoli looked around, her eyes suddenly brightened, "How about we go for a coffee?"

Yang Gang followed the direction of Qin Ruoli’s pointing finger and paused.

Blue Fire Café.

"I remember," thought Yang Gang, "Bai Tong mentioned that Long Yi asked to meet her at the Blue Fire Café, I wonder if they’re still there?"

Lost in thought, Yang Gang was already being pulled to the entrance of the Blue Fire Café by Qin Ruoli.

"Hey hey, Yang Gang, did you see that? There’s a fifty percent discount for couples!" Qin Ruoli exclaimed excitedly.

"But we aren’t a couple..."

Before he could finish, Qin Ruoli took his hand directly, giggled, and asked, "If we’re not a couple, then what are we?"

"Er..."

Yang Gang glanced at the café, pondered briefly, gathered his emotions, and replied with a smile, "Alright, let’s go in."

As they entered the café, Yang Gang’s gaze suddenly sharpened.