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Chapter 19 is definitely a problem

"Lao Zhang, come here and see what treasures I have found!"

Zheng Yu, who was fighting with someone online, jumped up immediately when he saw Zhang Yijie, and his support team arrived.

"What's going on? Hey, it tastes good!" Zhang Yijie took the bracelet and said in surprise.

"That's right! That's right! I told you that as long as you are an old pilgrim, you will definitely not be able to smell it. This is Qinan Agarwood!" Zheng Yu started to sneer.

It was Zhang Yijie who dragged Zheng Yu in to the Wenxiang Club. Even he, a half-wit, could smell the difference. He didn't believe that Zhang Yijie couldn't smell it.

Zhang Yijie was not too happy. Although his first feeling was right, he became a little confused next, but he couldn't see anything wrong.

"Where did you buy it?" Zhang Yijie asked while checking.

"I bought it from the shop on the street of Chenghuang Temple, which sells agarwood for sale. I could see the extraordinary quality of this bracelet at a glance. After I tried everything..."

"Okay, okay, did you get it from the boss who wholesales agarwood?" Zhang Yijie looked at Zheng Yu as if he were a fool.

Although he didn't see any problem, who were the bosses who wholesaled agarwood?

People rely on agarwood for their livelihood. If they say they can't recognize Qi Nan, that's it. Now that they have recognized Qi Nan, they only sold it for 250,000 yuan. If there is nothing wrong with it, who would believe it?

"Just tell me, is this Qinan?" Zheng Yu looked at the live broadcast room and felt something was wrong.

"It's Qinan, but..."

"Okay, after Lao Zhang confirmed, this is Qinan Agarwood, and that's the end of today's live broadcast." After saying that, Zheng Yu decisively closed the live broadcast.

After all, he is a person who has been admitted to college. He is still good at observing people's emotions. Zheng Yu cannot pretend to be stupid!

"Lao Zhang, you can't see the problem, can you? It's impossible. After I bought it, I went to an antique shop to have it authenticated!"

"How was it identified?" Chen Wenzhe became curious.

Zheng Yu stopped talking. Obviously, he felt that the appraiser was unreliable.

Zhang Yijie handed the bracelet to Cao Qingchun at this time: "Don't you want to be an antique broker? Take a good look, I don't see the problem!"

After receiving the bracelet from Zhang Yijie, Cao Qingchun looked at it seriously.

His family's financial situation is not very good, he has not been admitted to any good university, and he studied urban and rural planning, a top-notch major. Needless to say, he will definitely be unemployed after graduation.

So Cao Qingchun had made plans early. He followed Zhang Yijie and began to learn the knowledge of antique appraisal since his freshman year, just so that one day he might become rich overnight, and at least he would have to open a business for three years.

In Dahai City, if you can't make an annual salary of one million and want to stay, you are asking for trouble.

Originally, Chen Wenzhe wanted to say something, but when he saw how serious they were, he stopped.

Let’s first see what they say. Although they often went to the Antique City before, what could they see there?

What you read on paper is shallow, but you know you have to do it in earnest.

If you want to rely on antiques to make a living, you must have practical experience, which is what the antique industry often says, take some medicine regularly and get some insights. Otherwise, how can you grow?

"The color and oil are all right. I won't mention the fragrance. The weight is also right. There should be no problem, right?" After looking at it for a while, Cao Qingchun looked at Chen Wenzhe.

Zheng Yu's face was full of nervousness at this time, and he also looked at Chen Wenzhe: "No, Old Chen, do you really see the problem?"

Chen Wenzhe smiled and said nothing. He knew there must be a problem.

Cao Qingchun continued to check. As long as you know the ropes, it is not difficult to observe the color of agarwood and judge its oil content.

Generally speaking, the one with deep color and high gloss is good agarwood.

Secondly, agarwood secretes oil through "pores", so the more delicate and dense the oil lines are, the better. The texture of such agarwood is also relatively strong.

Both high-quality agarwood and inferior agarwood will have grease lines, which is a characteristic of agarwood.

If the grease line is not clear, or there is no grease line at all, it is undoubtedly fake agarwood.

Smell the smell of agarwood is the second point. Due to different production areas, the taste of real agarwood will be different, but it is similar.

It is actually difficult for us to describe the specific fragrance in words. In short, it is a natural, mellow, and elegant smell that you will never get tired of after smelling it for a long time.

Agarwood is a natural thing, and the intensity of its flavor will change with seasonal temperature changes.

Fake agarwood is mostly brewed from essences, and its taste is obviously unnatural, rich and pungent, and even has a musty smell that makes people feel sick.

If the first two points are correct, you will finally judge the authenticity through touch.

Real agarwood feels smooth and oily to the touch, and you can feel the delicate oil layer, while fake agarwood feels rough to the touch, and may even feel like a hindrance to the touch of dirt.

Some agarwood is dyed and painted, so it will leave dye marks on your hands. Do not listen to the scammers who say that this is the oil of agarwood.

Several people in the room now are considered knowledgeable, because someone in the school organized a scent-smelling club.

After more than two years of training, no matter how stupid you are, you still have a basic understanding of it, and at least you know how to identify it.

Since Cao Qingchun wants to eat this bowl of rice, he naturally needs to learn enough knowledge.

Now he was sure that this string of beads was not dyed, filled with lead, or polished, nor was it fake. Following this set of procedures, he was sure that it was genuine.

Really seeing no problem, Cao Qingchun looked at Chen Wenzhe again. Among them, Chen Wenzhe was the most reliable.

Chen Wenzhe took it and smelled it again. The fragrance was very good, but not too strong.

After smelling it for a while, you will find that the fragrance is intermittent, not mellow and long-lasting.

After thinking about it for a while, Chen Wenzhe almost knew where the problem was.

His basic old-fashioned skills were definitely not learned in vain. There are countless tricks in them, and he can be regarded as well-informed in disguise.

Appraisal of antiques means to be suspicious and suspicious, and to use your own knowledge to identify fakes and preserve authenticity!

"Are there any calipers?" Chen Wenzhe felt it was better to be direct.

Zhang Yijie immediately said: "Yes."

He is a professional. He has a flashlight, gloves, and a magnifying glass. He even has a caliper that is not commonly used.

I took the caliper and measured it. Sure enough, the two-point-zero beads were already two-point two, almost two hundred and five.

Each 2.0 bead weighs about two grams. If the quality is good, it will be heavier, and if the quality is poor, it will be lighter.

Thirteen beads must weigh at least 26 grams. Now it is 2.2 centimeters and the weight is only 25 grams. This is obviously a problem.

I was just suspecting it before, but now I don't need it anymore. There is something wrong with this string of Qinan. Although it is not filled with lead, it must be filled with water.

It is also possible that the beads that were 2.0 before were expanded a bit after being soaked in water.

"Is it too big? The boss said it was 2:00 beads. Did he remember it wrong?" Zheng Yu looked confused.

For 2.2 beads, ten beads are usually enough, and up to twelve beads, otherwise the beads will be too big.

In order to sell more money, it is natural to wear more beads.

This adds some weight without causing any suspicion.

"What's the problem?" Zhang Yijie couldn't help but ask.

Chen Wenzhe has nothing to hide from his classmates.

"What did you feel when you touched it just now?"


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