My Ares Son-in-Law

Qin Fang was delighted when he saw Xiao Chen stop. He quickly trotted forward, still with a flattering smile on his face, and said:
"Sir, you just said that this painting is a fake. I want to know how you found out it was a fake. You see, our Qin family has been in the antique world for many years, and we always thought we had a good eye, but we were wrong this time. We are really ashamed. If I could learn from you how to distinguish the real from the fake, I would be able to avoid taking detours in the future."

He thought to himself that if he could make friends with this master, his family might be able to turn things around and improve their status in the antique world.

Xiao Chen stared sharply at the old man's calculating eyes. It seemed that his eyes could penetrate people's hearts and see clearly what the old man was thinking.

The corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he sneered, with a hint of disdain and mockery in his laugh: "If you want to know whether this painting is real or not, take it down and hand it to me, and I will prove it to you."

His voice was not loud, but it revealed an unquestionable majesty.

Qin Fang was slightly startled. Although he was a little hesitant, he thought that he might learn some skills in distinguishing the authenticity from Xiao Chen. He gritted his teeth and signaled the waiter beside him to take down the painting.

As soon as he got the scroll, without waiting for everyone to react, Xiao Chen suddenly exerted force with both hands. The movement was quick and neat, without any delay.

There was a crisp "swish" sound, like a thunder exploding in the shop, and the ancient painting, which was originally worth tens of millions and regarded as a treasure by everyone, was torn into two halves in an instant.

The chemical fiber fabric exposed at the broken part reflected strangely under the bright light, which was out of tune with the antique decorations around it.

The entire store fell into deathly silence in an instant, as if time had frozen at this moment.

The security guard was leaning against the door. When he heard the noise, his mouth opened wide, but he couldn't utter a word for a long time. His eyes were full of shock and astonishment.

The customers in the queue also opened their eyes wide, as if they had seen something incredible; some even rubbed their eyes with their hands, thinking they had seen it wrong.

Even the accountant who was doing the accounts was startled by this sudden change and his hands trembled. The abacus in his hand fell to the ground with a "crash", and the beads scattered all over the ground, rolling on the blue brick floor, making a crisp sound.

"This is the treasure of Juzhenge!" Someone exclaimed first, the voice filled with fear and anger, breaking the suffocating silence.

For a moment, the store was in an uproar, with people whispering and talking among themselves.

"Is this guy crazy? How could he destroy such a good work in front of the store owner? This is crazy."

"That's right. If this painting is real, it would be worth a lot. He really got into big trouble by tearing it up."

The security guard's iron tower-like body leaned forward, veins bulged on his thick arms, his knuckles cracked, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes. He was about to carry out the young man who questioned the store's treasure.

At this moment, Qin Fang suddenly knocked the rosewood cane in his hand hard. The cane collided with the blue brick floor, making a dull sound and shaking the blue brick floor slightly.

"Back off! Don't you have eyes?" Qin Fang's hoarse rebuke was like a sharp blade, cutting through the noise in the shop.

The sound startled the sparrows perched on the beam, and the sparrows flapped their wings and flew out of the shop in panic.

The bronze incense burner on the counter was also buzzing due to the sound, as if telling of the tense atmosphere at the moment.

The young security guard froze in place, his muscles beneath his camouflage uniform tensed as tight as a piece of iron.

He secretly looked at Xiao Chen with his peripheral vision. Xiao Chen was wearing a washed-out cloth that hung loosely on his body, and the edges of the clothes were frayed. He looked like a poor student who had strayed into an antique shop. But the old man squinted his cloudy eyes and stared at him as if he was staring at a rare treasure, revealing a kind of attention he had never seen before.

This reminded him of last month when the deputy director of the Provincial Cultural Relics Bureau came to visit. Qin Fang just nodded perfunctorily, but now he was so respectful to this young man, which made him full of doubts and confusion.

Xiao Chen was in the midst of this tense and explosive atmosphere, but he seemed unaware of it, and his expression was as calm as an ancient well.

His slender fingers, like those of a nimble dancer, slowly moved along the edge of Tang Bohu's scroll "Endless Picture of Rivers and Mountains". His movements were soft and graceful, as if he was caressing the most precious treasure in the world.

Suddenly, his eyes became stern, and he bent his fingers like striking piano keys, tapping heavily on the scroll with his fingertips.

There was a crisp "pop" sound, which was particularly clear in the quiet shop. The sound was like thunder, which made everyone's hearts tremble.

I saw spider-web-like fine lines suddenly appear on the seams of the scroll, and the fine lines spread like spider silk, forming a strange pattern on the scroll.

Before everyone could react to this sudden change, Xiao Chen had already taken out a pair of silver tweezers from his pocket.

The tweezers flashed coldly in the sunlight. He skillfully used the tweezers to pick up a piece of silk cloth as thin as a cicada's wing. His movements were clean and neat, without any hesitation.

He brought the silk cloth to the floor-to-ceiling window and shook it gently. The warm afternoon sunlight penetrated the delicate fibers and cast a pale golden spot on the ground. The light flickered like a dream, attracting everyone's attention.

"Get a 100x magnifying glass." Xiao Chen threw the silk cloth to Qin Fang without even turning his head. The action was as casual as throwing away a piece of waste paper.

Qin Fang hurriedly reached out to take it. His hands, covered with age spots, were shaking violently, as if they were carrying a heavy burden.

The German Zeiss magnifying glass worth two hundred thousand dollars was shaky in his hand and almost slipped out of his hand.

His Adam's apple rolled up and down, his eyes full of anxiety and excitement, and he roared, "Quick! Take the microscope out of the safe!"

The voice became a little hoarse due to excitement and echoed in the store.

Soon, several guys carried the microscope out of the safe, panting.

When the cold blue beam of light swept across the silk cloth, faint traces of ink appeared between the fibers that were originally difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

Qin Lingling rushed over in her ten-centimeter high heels with red soles.

The pearl buttons of her Chanel suit collapsed to the ground with a crisp sound due to the weight she was bearing while running.

She stared wide-eyed with thick mascara, her eyes full of shock and disbelief, at the tiny calligraphy under the magnifying glass.

It was clearly written on it: "In the spring of 2015, I wrote this in Taohuawu as a play on Bohu, to make my friends laugh."

There is a half seal of "Liuru Jushi" at the end of the signature, and the edges still have the rough edges that are unique to bamboo carving. The rough edges are like traces left by time, telling the origin of this fake. (End of this chapter)