Ming teapot, 270cc

"Click!"

Guangming stared at the broken purple clay teapot lid in his hand, with the  hair on the back of his neck neatly straightened. Outside the window, a torrential downpour was pouring. The newly received express package was still dripping water.

In the sender's column, the three characters "Gu Jingzhou" were scrawled.

"Gu Jingzhou?" The grandmaster who made purple clay teapots? Colleague Lao Wang leaned over and glanced at the order number. "If this is genuine, I can't even afford to sell it to you." 

His greasy fingertips scratched the phone screen a few times, and suddenly he shouted strangely, "Oh my goodness!" Last year at the auction, Gu Jingzhou's squirrel grape pot was sold for 90 million! "

Guangming felt that the salary card in his pocket was starting to heat up. He carefully picked up the pumpkin pot with the lid missing. The body of the pot was still stained with rain cement, and it was giving off a warm purple-red glow under the incandescent light in the warehouse. There is indeed a seal script inscription on the bottom of the teapot that reads "Handmade by Jingzhou", but what's the difference between this and the 30-yuan free shipping teapot of Lao Wang soaked goji berries that he broke yesterday?

"We need to find someone to mend the pot..." Before he could finish speaking, the roller shutter door of the warehouse rustled. An old man in Tang suit, leaning on a dragon head staff, burst in, with a magnifying glass hanging on his chest, looking exactly as if he had traveled through time from the treasure appraisal show site.

"Young man, I heard you have Master Gu's teapot here?" " The old man's eyes suddenly widened in circles behind the lenses. "Oh, my dear mother!" This fracture, this clay... Before his trembling handkerchief could touch the pot, Guangming had already rushed onto the electric bike with the pot in his arms: "Grandpa, this is the one for making plum soup!"

In the rented room late at night, 502 glue pulled a spider web at the break of the kettle lid. Guangming learned to pull the clay by following the tutorial video. The yellow mud he dug from the construction site splashed all over the ceiling, leaving spots. On his third attempt, he actually used a 3D printing mechanism to make a fluorescent green lid of the kettle, which glowed faintly in the darkness.

If Master Gu knew you were doing this, he would be so angry that he would crawl out of the grave. The owner of the glassware shop was cracking sunflower seeds. Looking at the bright light, she put the eighth crooked-spout lid of the teapot into the microwave and cooked it. "Let's go to Dingshu Town and find a decent pot-making master."

At Yixing High-Speed Railway Station, Guangming was stopped by a little girl in Hanfu. Sir,"She twitches her nose," in your bag... Is there an old teapot? Before he could react, the girl had already taken out her phone and live-streamed: "Family members, keep an eye on it!" This is exactly what the seventh-generation successor of our Wu family purple clay is looking for... 

" Suddenly, the bullet comments exploded, and only then did Guangming realize that the live broadcast camera was aimed at a hidden mark at the bottom of the teapot.