You went through such a big detour just to express this to me?
cut!
What is Zuo Bing and I can't handle it?
If she knew that she and Zuo Bing were the last line of defense, I wonder what she would think?
Forget it, let this self-righteous college beauty be proud of herself?
Chen Fan came to Baibaozhai.
Zuo Handong saw him coming and said excitedly, "Little brother, come on, please sit inside."
"Let me introduce to you, these are all big guys in the antiques circle."
There were six or seven people sitting in the store, and these people looked like boss-level figures at first glance.
Someone was wearing a Tang suit with a Xingyue Bodhi in his hand.
Some people had walnuts in a dish, their hair was slicked back, and they looked like big shots.
Seeing Zuo Handong calling Chen Fan over, everyone was stunned and quickly frowned, "Mr. Zuo, what do you mean?"
"Just a little brat like this coming here to help everyone?"
"Are you kidding me?"
"When we were in this industry, he probably wasn't even a tadpole."
…
Several people expressed disdain, Zuo Handong said, "Hey, you can't say that."
"There is no lasting learning, only those who are capable are teachers."
"Chen Fan is a top student at Jiangzhou University. Although we entered the industry relatively early, he is a professional!"
"It doesn't hurt to let him see it."
"Okay, then for the sake of Mr. Zuo, let him take a look and open his eyes."
A man in his fifties, wearing a long gown, responded contemptuously.
This man's dress is very interesting. He is also wearing a long coat on a hot day and has two gourds in his hands.
It feels a lot like an ancient shopkeeper.
There is an antique on the table of Baibaozhai, about forty centimeters high.
"Little brother, this is this treasure."
"We have been studying it for a while just now, but we didn't see anything. Please help me take a look."
Chen Fan just glanced at it casually, and a line of information immediately appeared in front of his eyes: 1996 Folk Kiln.
But Zuo Handong told himself that this was from the Jin Dynasty.
Chen Fan did not make a conclusion immediately, but picked up the jar and looked at it carefully.
Although I can't see any clues, from a layman's point of view, this thing is indeed the same as the real thing.
The whole jar has an ancient atmosphere, as if it has really existed for thousands of years.
But he believed the information he saw with his own eyes. Needless to say, this jar must have been deliberately made to be old, but the level of oldness was so high that all the people present were misled.
Zuo Handong asked, "Little brother, how are you? Can you see anything?"
Chen Fan shook his head, "This is a fake made in 1996."
"Are you kidding me?"
The man in a long gown who had just spoken stood up and said, "So many of us can't tell, so why do you say it's a fake made in 1996?"
"Yes, do you have any basis for saying that?"
Another man in Tang suit asked unwillingly.
Because they all agreed that it was something from the Jin Dynasty, but Chen Fan said it was a fake from 1996.
"You don't believe what a kid with a dirty mouth says, but I don't think he understands anything."
"Regardless of whether this baby is real or fake, why did he think it was from 1996 and be so accurate?"
"yes!"
Zuo Handong was also a little puzzled.
No matter how powerful a person is, they can only tell the approximate age, but Chen Fan insists that it is a replica from 1996.
Chen Fan was really stumped now. Could he tell these people that his eyes had special powers?
Seeing that everyone was doubting, he shook his head and said,
Just pretend it’s done!
The more sophisticated you are in this industry, the more convincing you will be.
He glanced at everyone indifferently and said, "I can only tell you that it is a replica from 1996. If you insist on treating it as a treasure, that is your business."
"It won't cost me any money anyway."
"..."
Everyone froze.
Chen Fandao, "You are all leaders in this industry. Do you want me to say something so clearly?"
He pointed to a dozen antiques placed on the shelves of Baibaozhai, "from the early Southern Song Dynasty."
"This is from the Qianlong period."
"This is from the Wenjing period of the Han Dynasty."
"This is Qinghua porcelain from the Yuan Dynasty."
"..."
The origins of these antiques were explained one by one, leaving everyone stunned.
This guy really has a few brushes, and he can tell the origins of these things at a glance.
They are all friends of Zuo Handong, and they know exactly what treasures Zuo Handong has here.
The circle is so big, if anyone receives a treasure today, word will spread in the circle immediately.
What Chen Fan said was absolutely correct. Could it be that a few of them really misjudged me?
At this time, Zuo Handong answered a phone call, "Yeah, um, I understand."
After hanging up the phone, he told everyone, "Now it has been confirmed that it is indeed a modern imitation."
For safety reasons, Zuo Handong specially sent the jar to the authoritative department for identification.
Unexpectedly, experts from authoritative departments also said that this is a recent imitation.
The time should be around 1990, but he couldn't tell the specifics.
Everyone then looked at Chen Fan blankly, "Did he really get it right?"
Thinking that Chen Fan had just told the origin of these antiques from Baibaozhai, they had to admire him.
After all, so many people have been studying it for so long, and only Chen Fan has figured it out.
"Young man, you are awesome!"
The middle-aged man in Tang suit gave him a thumbs up.
"Little brother, come and sit in my shop when you have time."
The other party handed over a business card and extended an invitation to Chen Fan.
The man in a long gown also said, "I welcome you, too. Come and visit often when you have time."
Everyone who had been indifferent just now became enthusiastic.
They all handed over their business cards, but Chen Fan was modest and put their business cards away.
"Mr. Zuo, excuse me."
After a few people left, Zuo Handong said excitedly, "Little brother, I have another treasure here. Please help me hold my eyes."
Zuo Handong went upstairs and took out a rectangular box.
This is a calligraphy and painting work.
The box is very ordinary, nothing special.
Zuo Handong opened the box and took out the long scroll.
It was a particularly delicate scroll, more than one meter long and about eighty centimeters wide.
Zuo Handong said, "I spent more than 8,000 yuan to get this back. It should be genuine, but I always feel like something is wrong."
Chen Fan took a closer look and saw two different pieces of information popping up in front of his eyes.
In 1756, Zheng Xie.
In 1938, Huang Yuan.
Chen Fan didn't know who Huang Yu'an was, so he was probably a relatively unknown person.
But the name Zheng Xie shocked him.
When the scroll was opened, it was just an ordinary landscape painting, and the signature on it was none other than Huang Yuan.
From an outsider's perspective, this painting is pretty good.
But what puzzles Chen Fan is why two different messages appear in one painting?
Chen Fan was puzzled. After all, this was the first time he had encountered such a difficult thing since he had magical powers.
