Chapter 93 You want evidence, right? I'll give it to you now
Chapter 93 You want evidence, right? I’ll give it to you now
Qin Yanfei bit her lips tightly and was so angry that she couldn't speak.
She did not set up a trap, nor did she slander someone out of thin air.
What does it mean for this antique shop owner to involve her father?
Don’t you know that the dead are the greatest?
"I just said, how come there are fake paintings? The reputation of this store has always been very good. It turns out that this woman is behind it!"
"It's true that good people can be bullied. The owner of the antique shop is doing a serious business. When has he ever sold fake goods? He just opened his mouth!"
Everyone gathered in the middle and pointed.
"When have you ever sold fakes? They've always been selling them, you just don't know it!"
At this time, Su Chen spoke.
"Where's the evidence? If you say the goods I sell are fakes, then they are fakes?" The boss snorted coldly, showing great disdain.
"If you make this up out of thin air, I can sue you for slander, do you understand?"
When Su Chen heard this, he just smiled: "The evidence, right? I'll give it to you now."
As he spoke, he pointed to one of the details in the painting.
"Please look at this painting carefully. This female figure is painted with layers of edging on her clothing. This kind of clothing is called "rolling edging" and it was the dress worn by Manchu women in the middle of the Qing Dynasty."
Su Chen looked at the boss and sneered: "According to what you said, boss, this painting was made by people in the Song Dynasty. I wonder why the painters of the Song Dynasty actually painted the clothes of the Qing Dynasty?"
The owner of the antique shop broke out in a cold sweat, but still said very forcefully: "Stop talking nonsense here, do you mean it is rolled setting?"
"And even if those are Manchu costumes, how do you know that no one in the Song Dynasty has seen Manchus? Not to mention Manchus, since the Silk Road, there are even Arabs. So what if the painter has seen Manchus?"
"Don't listen to his nonsense. It's all done by the two of them. They don't have any substantive evidence at all, so they can only talk about these myths."
No substantive evidence? Su Chen sneered in his heart, then I'll let you see the substantive evidence.
"Tear!"
A tearing sound sounded in the store, and everyone looked at Su Chen in shock. He actually tore the antique painting in half.
"Can you explain what this is?" Su Chen took out the antique painting that had been torn in half.
Slowly pull out a line from the torn fracture.
"Nylon rope was not invented until 1935."
"How come your painting from the Song Dynasty contains something from modern times? It's from time to time?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the onlookers were in an uproar.
"Yes, this is really nylon rope."
"I'll go! It's really a fake!"
"What about the promise that you will never sell fake products? What about the promise that reputation is paramount?"
"If it weren't for this little brother's good eyesight, we would all still be in the dark!"
A group of people were filled with emotion.
I never expected that Su Chen was only in his early twenties.
Being able to see things that they, the so-called experts, cannot.
What a shame!
At the same time, I couldn't help but look at Su Chen.
This young man is not simple!
"It's over. I've bought a lot of antiques in this antique store. Could it be that those are also fakes?"
"If you say so, it's really possible!"
"Quickly, bring over all the antiques you bought here and let this little master take a look at them!"
Someone came back to his senses and said quickly.
After all, this antique painting with a price tag of 16 million is fake.
So are the antiques they bought here real or fake?
For a while.
Everyone became suspicious.
Are the antiques I once bought also fakes?
While Su Chen, the master treasure appraiser, is here, let him take a look quickly.
"Little brother, do you think this ancient painting is authentic?"
The middle-aged man has already noticed that this young man is an expert in appraising antiques.
Su Chen just glanced at it and then shook his head: "The charm of this work is dull, the brushwork is dull and lacks energy, and the ink lacks density."
“At first glance, it’s like imitating the original work and then making it old.”
"Thank you, little brother. I always feel like something is wrong." The middle-aged man suddenly realized.
However, after turning his head, he directly hit the antique shop owner beside him with the object in his hand.
He cursed angrily: "You bastard, you can sell such a fake to me for 8 million, and I'll give you 800, you're a stick."
"If you don't spit out the eight million to me today, labor and management will skin you."
Things like this kind of asking Su Chen for advice happened one after another.
"Young man, do you think this string of Buddhist beads is genuine or fake? I heard that it was cast from the relics of an eminent monk and was consecrated by a Bodhisattva."
"Master, please see if this porcelain of mine is really a fake. The boss said it was from the Shang and Zhou dynasties."
"Master, Master, look at me first"
Su Chen was surrounded by a blocked waterside pavilion and didn't know where to run.
He didn't know whether the antique shop owner ran away, but he definitely couldn't run away.
"I don't know if that string of beads has been blessed by a Bodhisattva, but it's definitely not a relic!"
"That one is not from the Shang and Zhou dynasties, it should be from last week."
The customers whose authenticity was revealed by Su Chen came directly to the shopkeeper one by one.
He smashed the antique in his hand directly on the shopkeeper's body.
"Damn it, the relics you told the laborers back then? The labor wages were sold for 3 million. If you don't spit out the 3 million today, I will burn you into relics."
"Brother, that's pretty good for you. My porcelain last week, damn, this bastard sold me five million. If he doesn't spit out the money, labor and management will travel through time and space overnight to bury him in the Shang and Zhou Dynasties.
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The owner of the antique shop was surrounded in a corner, with a bruised nose and a swollen face.
They were all forcibly produced by those customers using antiques and fakes.
He just tried to take advantage of the chaos to escape.
But these customers in the store are all smarter than monkeys.
All their money is with the boss, so how could they let him leave?
Seeing more and more people around, the boss looked ashen.
He knew he was finished and everything was finished.
Not only was the antique shop finished, but all the savings he had accumulated over the years were also gone.
He might even spend the rest of his life in prison.
And all of this was thanks to Su Chen, and now he felt extremely regretful.
Well why bother with that guy!
On the other hand, Su Chen and Qin Yanfei had already left the antique store and were walking towards the parking place.
On the way, Qin Yanfei was filled with emotions.
She was almost deceived. If she bought this fake product as a gift, she couldn't imagine the consequences.
First of all, the company's project will definitely not go forward, and it will completely offend the boss.
The senior executives of the company will definitely take advantage of this opportunity and add insult to injury.
If Su Chen hadn't happened to show up and expose the antique shop owner's conspiracy.
She was so stupid that she bought the painting.
As she sighed, she looked at Su Chen's profile, becoming more and more curious.
Is this still the Su Chen in her memory?
The water in the antique industry is too deep for most people to grasp.
Su Chen's family conditions are not good, so he probably won't be exposed to treasure appraisal.
How do you know so much?
"What? There's something on my face?" Su Chen asked with a smile.
Qin Yanfei shook her head: "No, I'm just sighing, we haven't seen each other for several years, why did you suddenly become an antique master?"
"I once learned a little from an old master." Su Chen casually gave a reason.
"That's it!" Qin Yanfei suddenly realized.
She said how could Su Chen know this? It turned out that he was taught by a teacher.