Then, following his father's instructions, he slowly rotated the teapot up and down, left and right, inside and out, allowing Zhang Long on the other end of the phone to take a close look.
"Stop here."
"Get closer."
"Alright, that's it, let's see the bottom of the teapot."
Zhang Long on the other end of the video was watching intently, occasionally asking Zhang Bo to pause and zoom in on certain details.
A few minutes later, he spoke slowly, his tone calm, revealing little emotion:
"Hmm, this teapot, judging by the clay material, it's genuine Yixing clay, and the craftsmanship is quite decent."
"It should be the work of a descendant from Zhou Guizhen's lineage, a pretty good imitation."
"However, there are quite a few teapots like this on the market, and they sell for four to fifty thousand at most."
After hearing Zhang Long's analysis, Jiang Tao shouted 'professional!' in his heart.
