Chapter 2 I am just a doctor

  Ningyuan could also see that this General Jiang seemed not very enthusiastic about him, but he didn't mind. The words he spoke earlier were completely perfunctory, the kind of casual response one would give when meeting for the first time. He hadn't even bothered to take a closer look at General Jiang's face yet.

  In fact, Ningyuan never really liked Feng Shui and fortune-telling, always thinking that these things are not very useful in modern society. Although he understood a lot of things and found many valuable points, his major was medicine, and what he liked most was treating illnesses and saving lives, rescuing the dying and healing the wounded. He wasn't enthusiastic about Feng Shui divination or fortune-telling by physiognomy.

  Ningyuan said that he was only twenty years old now, a young man in his prime, but didn't want to be taken as a swindler or a charlatan. This time when he came to Shangjiang City, he just wanted to find a stable job, on the one hand having a steady income, and on the other hand broadening his horizons.

  Jiang Shihao naturally didn't know Ningyuan's thoughts, and seeing Ningyuan was just a young whippersnapper, he suddenly lost interest. However, for the sake of Gu Fenglin's face, he didn't leave on the spot. He invited Ningyuan to get in the car and instructed the driver to find a random restaurant to eat first.

  The driver also noticed that the boss was slightly disappointed, so when looking for a restaurant, he didn't go to the designated place, but instead randomly found one and stopped the car at the entrance of the restaurant.

  As Jiang Shihao, although he just casually found a restaurant, the grade was not low either. It was a three-star restaurant in Shangjiang City. The parking lot at the entrance of the restaurant was very spacious and the facade decoration was also magnificent.

  Gu Fenglin had long noticed that Jiang Shihao had some reservations about his young junior, and later showed a cold and distant attitude. He knew that this young junior was actually the gatekeeper of their school's ancestral master, and after the master passed away at the beginning of the year, he inherited the mantle of the school, making him the true master of their school, the one who held the reins. Even his own master would have to stand behind him in formal settings.

  Although modern society no longer attaches much importance to etiquette and hierarchy, in the medical and martial arts communities, these rules are still very strict, especially among some ancient sects and aristocratic families, who place even greater emphasis on them.

  Gu Fenglin spent over a decade studying at Men Zhong Yi, although he only learned some superficial skills. However, he also knew that his school was considered to be one of the more powerful ones in the Jianghu. The leader of their school, who passed away last year, had a high reputation in the Jianghu and had connections with the Hongmen Qingbang. He lived to be 108 years old and was a genuine person from the late Qing dynasty, making him a senior figure in today's Jianghu.

  There is an old saying in the Jianghu, called "Teacher Fu, young apprentice, and the ancestor who has not left the door", which refers to this kind of young master. Although he is young, his generation is high and scary, even some 70 or 80-year-old old antiques may have to be addressed as seniors.

  Jiang Shihao was cold to Ning Yuan, and Gu Fenglin was somewhat displeased. As they were about to enter the door, he smiled and asked Ning Yuan: "Young Master, what do you think of this restaurant's layout?"

  Nowadays, people with money all believe in fate and feng shui. Even if they don't believe it, they are willing to spend money to buy peace of mind. Jiang Shihao is a feng shui enthusiast and roughly knows some ways, although not refined, but also can tell whether there is reason or not. Gu Fenglin asked this question just to shock Jiang Shihao a bit, so that he wouldn't look down on others.

  Who would have thought that Ning Yuan didn't have such thoughts at all, and instead looked around lightly, chuckled and said: "Not bad, it's a place with good feng shui, cars and horses are coming and going in front of the door, it's a place to gather wealth. I just don't know how the food inside is, I'm actually a bit hungry."

  Just now, Gu Fenglin asked Ningyuan for advice. Jiang Shihao, who was standing on the side, appeared to be calm and collected, but in fact he was listening very seriously. He also had some doubts. Gu Fenglin's master uncle really didn't have any skills at all, and he had a hint of fantasy. Unfortunately, after hearing Ningyuan's words, he was thoroughly disappointed. Ningyuan's words were not only understood by those who knew about feng shui, but anyone with a normal brain could say the same thing - there was no skill involved at all.

  For a moment, Jiang Shihao suddenly put Ning Yuan in the category of relatives, thinking that Ning Yuan was older and might have a relationship with Gu Fenglin's elders, or maybe he was an illegitimate child, and it was also possible that he was a biological son.

  He suddenly lost interest and walked into the restaurant first. The manager of the restaurant had already come out to greet him, saying: "Mr. Jiang, welcome!"

  "Alright, let's skip the formalities. Open a private room for us, we're starving."

  "Mr. Jiang invites you." The other party did not dare to be slow, and hastily made a gesture of invitation, leading the way, taking Jiang Shihao and Gu Feng Lin Ningyuan and others to the private room upstairs.

  This restaurant looks quite old-fashioned, with a style reminiscent of the Republic of China era. It has three floors, but no elevator. The main hall is dominated by a wooden staircase that leads straight up to the top floor, where a large chandelier hangs from the ceiling. From the second and third floors, you can see down to the marble floor on the first floor.

  Near the stairs in the hall, there were two porcelain bottles, about 46 cm high, with a very narrow mouth. Ningyuan, who was just about to go upstairs, saw these two porcelain bottles and said "hmm", then shook his head and continued to move forward.

  His action was brief, but it was still seen by several people around him, especially the soft "huh" sound, which wasn't loud, but was heard by everyone. The restaurant manager who led the way saw this and politely asked: "Sir, did you notice something?"

  "There isn't, just at first glance these two porcelain bottles seem to be Ming dynasty's blue and white porcelain, but upon closer inspection, they are found to be counterfeit. However, this imitation is also done by an expert, the craftsmanship is quite good, it should be a replica from the Republican era." Ningyuan said casually.

  As soon as he said that, except for Gu Fenglin, Jiang Shihao and the restaurant manager couldn't help but widen their eyes. Especially Jiang Shihao, it was as if he had seen Ning Yuan for the first time, his face full of surprise.

  This pair of fake Qinghua porcelain is a counterfeit, and some people with common sense can judge it out. It doesn't require any insight that such a large piece of Qinghua porcelain, except for the Palace Museum, is absolutely impossible to exist elsewhere. However, Ningyuan was able to say in one breath that this is a replica from the Republic of China period, which is by no means simple.

  Jiang Shihao was not the first time to come to this restaurant for dinner, naturally knew the origin of this pair of Qinghua porcelain, although it is not a genuine product, but the simulation degree is very high, and it is a replica of the Republic of China period, the value of this pair of Qinghua porcelain has absolutely exceeded one million.

  It was precisely because he was clear that Ningyuan broke it with one word, and he was extremely surprised. You know, this discernment is not much easier than distinguishing between true and false. If you don't understand this thing very well, you absolutely can't see it.

  This pair of blue and white porcelain imitates the craftsmanship of the Xuande period of the Ming Dynasty, and its volume is relatively large. During the Xuande period of the Ming Dynasty, it was the golden age of blue and white porcelain, which was the mainstream of ceramic production at that time. The cobalt material used was mostly imported, also known as "Su Ni Bo Qing". The craftsmanship is very exquisite.

  And this pair of imitations also used the same materials, and at that time, the person who made the imitation was indeed a master ceramicist among the people at that time. When it was made, many experts were amazed, almost indistinguishable from the real thing.

  If it weren't for the fact that this Qinghua porcelain is too large in size, even if it were produced during the Ming dynasty, there would be very few of them, and they could indeed be confused with genuine ones. From a professional perspective, it's absolutely not easy to identify.

  Jiang Shihao suddenly felt that he had misjudged him and hastily smiled as he asked Ning Yuan, "Mr. Ning also likes antiques?"

  Jiang Shihao knew that Ningyuan was Gu Fenglin's uncle, and previously looked down on him because of his age. At this time, he naturally didn't dare to look down on him again. Not to mention other things, just the fact that Ningyuan had the ability to identify this pair of Qinghua porcelain at a glance made him not an easy person to deal with.

  "It's okay, nothing. I like studying these things." Ning Yuan smiled faintly and said: "Actually, I'm not very good at ceramics, my favorite is still jade."

  "Haha, I also like jade, another day we can ask Mr. Ning for advice and guidance." Jiang Shihao smiled and changed his previous disdainful tone to a very polite one: "Mr. Ning please, let's eat first, later I'll take you to my new company to take a look, there are many antiques there."

  "Heh heh, okay, I do have some interest in antiques." Ning Yuan nodded and followed Jiang Shihao side by side. The group went up to the second floor and arrived at a small private room door.

  Just as I was about to enter, the door of a private room next door suddenly opened, and a young man in his thirties stumbled out, laughing loudly with his head thrown back, seemingly having encountered something delightful.

  Originally, everyone didn't pay attention, but unexpectedly the other party's laughter didn't seem to stop, and it continued non-stop. Two young men of the same age rushed out of the private room, anxiously asking: "Young Qin, are you okay?"

  "I... haha... I'm so happy... haha..." The young man laughed and struggled to say: "Haha, I... I... haha...". He couldn't finish his sentence and just kept laughing, as if he couldn't stop.

  Jiang Shihao finally looked at the young man and frowned: "Isn't this Qin's third child? How did he end up like this?"

  Ning Yuan, who was standing beside Jiang Shi Hao, had also been staring at the opponent. Suddenly, he furrowed his brow and sighed: "This is joy leading to madness; if not controlled, one's life will soon come to an end."

  Jiang Shihao was taken aback and asked in surprise: "Does Mr. Ning also know medicine?"

  Ning Yuan smiled and nodded: "I was originally a doctor, treating illnesses is my old profession."

  "Lang Zhong!" Jiang Shi Hao's face suddenly turned black, this was too exaggerated! A young doctor, could actually tell the authenticity of Qinghua porcelain at a glance, and understood so much, looking like he was only in his early twenties, it was really...