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Chapter 111: Not worth money, but worth life! (Please subscribe, please vote!)
As soon as the green bronze goblet was taken out, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became ancient and gloomy.

The bronze jue has a very wide spout, a scale pattern on the bottom of the spout, mushroom-shaped columns, and a dragon pattern around the abdomen. The dragon is under a wavy background, and the three legs are knife-shaped, which are typical bronze decorative features of the Zhou Dynasty.

This arrangement and combination implies that "the dragon walks on the water with the help of its scales", which means that the dragon swims in the water with the help of its scales.

"Father Xin Jue?!" Even though Gao Dongxu hadn't studied systematically, he had read numerous antique catalogs and appraisal books, and some famous national treasures and cultural relics were already etched in his memory.

A national treasure unearthed in Fufengzhuang, Shaanxi Province in December 1976 is said to be a bronze jue crown from the Shang and Zhou dynasties.

Gao Dongxu pretended to be shocked and looked at Huang Kewu in disbelief.

After all, he had watched the original drama and knew too much about the plot. The bronze duke appeared frequently. However, the plot at that time did not clearly state whether the bronze duke was real or fake.

He was somewhat surprised because this was a first-class cultural relic and should have been registered in the museum. Even the Huang family couldn't just take it out. Furthermore, even if they could take it out, they shouldn't have done so openly in front of Director Tong.

Unless, Tong Ziqing had already seen this bronze jue, Gao Dongxu thought and looked at Tong Ziqing who was smiling without a trace of shock on his face, which immediately confirmed his idea.

"Grandpa, why did you take it out..." At this time, Huang Yanyan, who was embarrassed before, suddenly spoke, questioned Huang Kewu in a coquettish manner, and secretly winked at Gao Dongxu.

"Don't talk--" Huang Kewu glanced at Huang Yanyan and warned.

Then he looked at Gao Dongxu and said, "This is from the same group as Father Xin Jue..."

Gao Dongxu seemed to have received a hint from Huang Yanyan's eyes and laughed, "I don't think so. This one might be a deliberately aged imitation."

Huang Yanyan, with a blushing face, pouted and said coquettishly, "You are not stupid."

"Whether it's true or not, let's try it out first and then make a judgment—" An imperceptible brilliance flashed in Huang Kewu's eyes behind the lenses. If you look closely, it seems that there is an incomprehensible expectation in his eyes.

"Look carefully, we were all stumped by this bronze lord..."

Sure enough, Gao Dongxu heard Director Tong's sigh, and his tone was full of helplessness and unwillingness.

Gao Dongxu frowned and reached out to pick up the dragon-patterned jug on the table.

"hiss--"

As soon as he picked it up, a chill as cold as a thousand-year-old ice penetrated through his bones, causing Gao Dongxu to suddenly change color and let go, his whole body shivering.

Seeing Gao Dongxu's sudden strange reaction, everyone in the room looked puzzled, especially Huang Yanyan, who stood up eagerly and asked with concern, "What's wrong with you?"

"fine--"

Gao Dongxu's face was a little pale. This was the first time he encountered such a cold antique. Moreover, in that trance, he seemed to hear countless shouts and wails from ancient times.

Just based on the freezing temperature, Gao Dongxu could conclude that this was a genuine item.

At the same time, Gao Dongxu could also conclude that Huang Kewu also knew that this was a genuine item.

But what is funny is that such an authentic piece was misinterpreted by Huang Kewu and turned into a high-quality imitation, and even most experts and scholars in the antique world agreed with his judgment, thus openly possessing this true national treasure.

The method is really clever!
Gao Dongxu did not pick up the dragon-patterned jug again, but just gently stroked the jug with his fingers, examining it repeatedly. The more he examined, the more frightened he became.

In addition to the exquisiteness of this bronze jug, whether it is the patterns, the jug structure, the patina or the rust layer, they are all seamless and there is no flaw to be seen.

Especially when he reached out to pick at the slightly raised lumps of rust on the side of the jug, he couldn't move them. Only rust, accumulated naturally over thousands of years, could acquire such a hardness. New rust created with chemical reagents wouldn't hold together and would fall off with a single pick.

The bronze ware of the Shang and Zhou dynasties were all cast using multiple clay molds inside and outside. It was impossible for the molds to fit perfectly together, and there would always be small gaps.

When the copper liquid penetrates these gaps during casting, it will form stubble on the surface of the object. These stubbles are also called mold marks. They are inconspicuous and easily overlooked.
But in the eyes of experts, it is one of the signs to distinguish the real from the fake. Not surprisingly, on the side of this noble, I felt the inward-curling door stubble.

Using a genuine item as a fake was not what shocked Gao Dongxu the most. What shocked him the most was that the spiritual energy of the entire bronze jug had condensed into the shape of a bronze jug, forming a seamless whole without a trace of leakage.

Complete unity of weapon and spirit!

This is the real treasure...

A greedy light flashed in Gao Dongxu's eyes, and the voice of "I must get it" kept echoing in his heart.

No wonder Tong Ziqing's tone was full of helplessness and unwillingness.

If any other expert or connoisseur were to conduct a second appraisal based on their preconceived notion that it was a high-quality imitation, they would be completely defeated. They would know that it was a fake but would be unable to find any evidence.

The problem is that these people do not dare to question the appraisal conclusion of Huang Kewu, a leading figure in the antique world. Even if they have doubts and suspicions in their hearts, no one dares to publicly question Huang Kewu's authority.

This is the reality. The bigwigs make and control the rules of the game and have the authoritative right to speak. They can say that a national treasure is a high-quality imitation and keep it with them to play with. They can also identify a fake as the real thing and sell it for tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of dollars.

Truth is always stranger than fiction.

Because in this world, there is never absolute fairness, only absolute strength.

Strength determines whether you are the one holding the knife and fork, or the cake being served. "Unfortunately, I can't tell where it's fake—" Gao Dongxu said truthfully.

"Oh?" Huang Kewu raised his eyebrows and looked at Gao Dongxu with deep eyes.

Huang Yanyan had a wry smile on her face, pouting her lips to look cute and angry, shaking Huang Kewu's arm and acting coquettishly.

Tong Ziqing shook his head and sighed to himself.

Huang Jiao, the Huang family's chief steward who had been in the background, showed a pleased expression with the corners of his mouth raised.

"So, you give up?" Huang Kewu asked Gao Dongxu.

Gao Dongxu smiled meaningfully and shook his head, which made the other three people except Huang Kewu stunned and looked at him with slightly frowned.

"Mr. Huang, can we talk alone?" Gao Dongxu said with a smile.

Huang Kewu and Gao Dongxu looked at each other and nodded. "Okay, Ziqing, Yanyan, Huang Jiao, you guys go out for a while. Let me talk to him alone."

"Okay, Mr. Huang..." Tong Ziqing naturally had no problem with it. Even though he was being usurped, he didn't feel unhappy at all. You know, Huang Kewu was a big shot who was hard to invite.

Huang Jiao naturally obeyed the order, but Huang Yanyan looked anxious and refused to leave.

"It's okay, Yanyan, I want to talk to Mr. Huang." Gao Dongxu persuaded Huang Yanyan with a smile.

Huang Yanyan pouted, blinked her beautiful eyes, looked at Huang Kewu, looked at Gao Dongxu, and finally said coquettishly: "If you have anything to say, just say it nicely, don't quarrel——"

"No, don't worry." Gao Dongxu coaxed with a smile.

"Okay then..." Huang Yanyan walked out of the office with some worry and reluctance to look back.

The moment the door was closed, Huang Yanyan got angry at Huang Jiao.

"Tell me, were you the one who followed me and told on me?"

Huang Jiao looked at the fierce Huang Yanyan with a mixture of laughter and tears, and frankly admitted: "Yes, it was me. I was just worried that you would suffer a loss. That guy is obviously a playboy..."

"Ah... I told you not to follow me, I told you not to tell on me..." Huang Yanyan was so angry that she started to act like a spoiled little princess, stretching out her hands and continuously pinching the fat on Huang Jiao's body.

"Ouch... Stop pinching, let go... Ouch..."

Huang Jiao was in so much pain that he covered his head and ran away, hiding left and right and screaming miserably.

Tong Ziqing couldn't help laughing as he watched the two of them fighting.

In the office, Gao Dongxu took out a cigarette and gestured to Huang Kewu. The other party shook his head, smiled, lit the cigarette, and smoked leisurely.

After half of his cigarette was burnt out, Gao Dongxu finally smiled and said, "Mr. Huang, you're asking me to identify a genuine piece as a high-end imitation and find fault with it. Isn't that a bit too much?"

"Oh? You said this dragon-patterned jug is authentic?" Huang Kewu raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at Gao Dongxu with a smile and asked.

"My feeling is correct. It is a genuine product. I think you know this best."

Gao Dongxu leaned forward, flicked his cigarette ash into the ashtray, and smiled faintly, "Mr. Huang, your methods are indeed brilliant. I can now confirm that this Dragon Patterned Jue was unearthed together with my father Xin Jue. However, in order to keep it, you used a trick to call a deer a horse, making the real one a fake. Especially in that era, your courage is really great. I admire you!"

"Haha..." Huang Kewu smiled for the first time, his eyes sparkling as he looked at Gao Dongxu, full of admiration and recognition. However, he didn't admit it, but just nodded and smiled, "I can now confirm that you can indeed sense the aura of antiques... It's rare."

"This Dragon Marked Duke has been in your hands for thirty-four years, right?"

"No, to be exact, it's thirty-three years and nine months..." Huang Kewu seemed to be recalling the past, and also seemed to be lamenting the passing of time.

"Mr. Huang, let me be frank. I really like this Dragon Patterned Jue. Can you give it to me?" Gao Dongxu took a puff of his cigarette, exhaled the smoke, leaned forward, put out the cigarette in the ashtray, and said with a smile.

"Okay, but how much are you willing to pay for it?" Huang Kewu did not refuse, but smiled faintly and asked Gao Dongxu.

Gao Dongxu shook his head and chuckled, saying, "I don't want to spend a penny."

"Hahaha..." Huang Kewu laughed, staring at Gao Dongxu with a sharp gaze, "You don't want to spend money, so you're planning to exchange it? What are you going to exchange it for?"

"How about a piece of news?" Gao Dongxu smiled, revealing his white teeth.

"Oh?" Huang Kewu raised his graying eyebrows slightly and said calmly, "What kind of news is worth hundreds of millions?"

"My information is not worth money, but it is worth life!" Gao Dongxu said with a smile on his face.

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