Under the watchful eyes of Quan Ling and Qian Shuangyu, Elder De glanced at the two and finally laughed. He said to Qian Lin, "This piece of yours should be an underglaze blue-and-white porcelain from Liling, Hunan, if I'm not mistaken. The age is decent; it appears to be from the Ming era. As for its value, what should it be?"
Qian Lin's face went through a myriad of changes,
While Qian Shuangyu and several others were all taken aback. What did Elder De mean by asking that?
"Ha! Old Qian, looks like you're bleeding money this time!" Elder Lin slapped his thigh and laughed!
Elder Tang laughed too. He was playing with the lid of his teacup, making a clear, ringing sound as if he were calculating something, and said in a strange tone, "Underglaze blue-and-white porcelain from Liling, Hunan, from the Ming era, huh? I seem to recall, seven years ago in Chengdu, one was traded for about two million, right?"