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The interior of the convention center was resplendent with gold and opulent, reaching the pinnacle of luxury.

Melodious classical music flowed through the air, and a huge crystal chandelier cast a dazzling light.

Each display case contains priceless and rare treasures.

Lin Chen, accompanied by his parents, arrived at the central exhibition area, the heart of the exhibition hall, under the extremely humble guidance of the fat manager.

The area was already packed with Jiangcheng's top antique collectors and tycoons.

On a high platform in the center of the crowd, inside a booth tightly protected by a bulletproof glass dome, a small, exquisite, and colorful porcelain cup was quietly placed.

"Everyone! Look!"

Beside the booth, an elderly man dressed in a Tang suit, sporting a goatee, and looking like a wise old man, was holding a microphone and speaking eloquently to the wealthy people below the stage.

"This is one of the highlight of this grand exhibition!"

"A Doucai Chicken Cup specially made by the Imperial Kiln during the Chenghua period of the Ming Dynasty!"

"This cup has a fine porcelain body, a lustrous glaze, and the painting is absolutely superb!"

"Look at this picture of a hen and chicks; it's so lifelike, symbolizing many children and abundant blessings!"

"Among the chicken cups that exist today, there are no more than three in such perfect condition!"

The old man paused deliberately at this point, a hint of arrogance flashing in his eyes.

"I am Qian, an old man, and I have been working in the antique world for more than forty years."

"I can vouch for this chicken cup with my reputation as 'the best eye in Jiangnan'—it's an absolute gem! Starting bid: fifty million!"

"Gentlemen, this is a family heirloom!"

These words immediately caused a stir among the wealthy people in the audience.

"Master Qian is a titan in Jiangcheng's antique world! Anything he's appraised is absolutely infallible!"

"Fifty million as the starting bid? I'll offer sixty million! I'll take this cup!"

"I'll offer 65 million!"

The wealthy men had been completely brainwashed by Mr. Qian's words, and their eyes were shining as they eagerly prepared to bid.

Lin Zhiyuan and Shen Manyun stood at the front of the crowd and were stunned when they heard the bids that were often in the tens of millions.

"My goodness, this tiny cup could buy several teahouses across the entire city!"

Shen Manyun couldn't help but mutter to herself, and curiously leaned forward to see what the cup actually looked like.

However, her actions caught the attention of Mr. Qian on stage.

Mr. Qian was an extremely snobbish person. He could tell at a glance that although Shen Manyun's clothes were clean, they were definitely not high-end items.

He frowned, a hint of undisguised contempt and disgust flashing in his eyes.

"Excuse me, ma'am, could you please step back a little?"

Mr. Qian held the microphone, and his voice, carried by the speakers, resounded throughout the exhibition hall, tinged with a condescending sarcasm.

"These national treasure-level works of art are not something that just any Tom, Dick, or Harry can understand."

"You're standing so close; if your breath affects the light transmittance of the bulletproof glass, or if you accidentally damage the booth, you couldn't afford to pay for it even if your whole family sold themselves!"

Swish!

All eyes in the room instantly turned to Shen Manyun.

The wealthy men also showed expressions of disgust, as if Shen Manyun's presence lowered their status.

Shen Manyun was caught off guard by the sudden public reprimand, her face flushed red, and her eyes welled up with tears of grievance.

She just wanted to take a look, but she didn't even touch the booth!

"How dare you talk like that, old man? What's wrong with us just looking around? Do you own this showroom?"

Seeing his wife being wronged, Lin Zhiyuan immediately became angry and retorted loudly.

"Hmph! Ignorant brute!"

Old Qian sneered and dusted off the sleeves of his Tang suit.

"I'm protecting national treasures! You lowly people have no idea what art or cultural heritage is!"

"Where's security? Throw these two unruly people out!"

"You dare!"

Just as several security personnel looked hesitant, unsure whether they should step forward...

A cold, deep voice suddenly boomed throughout the exhibition hall!

Lin Chen slowly walked out from behind his parents.

His eyes were fixed on Mr. Qian on the stage.

That gaze was as if he were looking at a pile of unrecyclable garbage.

next second.

[A divine treasure appraiser!]

[Godlike insight!]

Two god-level skills, activated instantly!

Om-!

In Lin Chen's retina, the whole world seemed to have been covered by a high-precision X-ray filter!

The "Chenghua Doucai Chicken Cup of the Ming Dynasty," which everyone regards as the ultimate standard, was instantly deconstructed into countless data and material structures in his eyes!

The sedimentation of history?

No!

The patina of time?

fake!

A mocking sneer curled at the corner of Lin Chen's mouth.

He ignored the astonished looks from the audience.

Lin Chen strode forward and walked directly onto the exhibition stand.

"What are you doing?! Who let you up here? Get out of here!"

Old Qian flew into a rage and pointed at Lin Chen, roaring.

Lin Chen didn't even glance at him, and walked straight to the bulletproof glass cover, reaching out his hand to the chubby supervisor who was already terrified.

"Open."

The portly supervisor dared not disobey this man's orders, and hurriedly pulled out the key, deactivated the alarm, and opened the glass case.

Lin Chen stretched out his long, slender, fair fingers and, amidst a collective gasp, took the chicken cup, which was said to be worth fifty million, directly into his hand!

"He's insane! This kid's gone mad!"

"Put it down! That's a national treasure!"

The wealthy people in the audience gasped in surprise. Mr. Qian was so angry that he trembled all over.

"You...you're desecrating cultural relics! I'm calling the police to arrest you!"

"Desecrating cultural relics?"

Lin Chen turned around and looked down at Old Qian, his extremely magnetic voice filled with undisguised contempt.

"Does this industrial waste, mass-produced using modern techniques in an underground workshop in Jingdezhen, even deserve to be called a cultural relic?"

These words caused an uproar in the room!

Everyone stared at Lin Chen in disbelief.

He actually said that the national treasure guaranteed by Qian Xuesen was industrial waste?!

"Nonsense! You mere child, what do you know about appraising treasures?!"

Old Qian screamed like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"I don't understand? Then I'll make sure you die knowing why."

Lin Chen raised the chicken cup in his hand, his gaze sweeping across the entire room, his voice resounding.

"First, the mineral pigments from the Chenghua period of the Ming Dynasty, after hundreds of years, will produce a natural and soft 'clam shell sheen' on the glaze under the refraction of light."

"And this cup..."

He casually picked up a high-powered flashlight from the stage used for demonstration and shone it directly through the bottom of the cup.

"Its luster is excessively bright and dazzling! This is because counterfeiters use a 5% concentration of hydrofluoric acid to slightly acid-wash and age the surface of modern porcelain in order to remove the 'glaze'! Although the glaze is removed, the molecular structure of the glaze is damaged, resulting in an extremely unnatural reflection!"

Old Qian's expression suddenly changed.

Lin Chen didn't stop; every word was like a knife to the heart!

"Secondly, look at the body! Genuine Chenghua doucai porcelain uses the unique Macang clay from Jingdezhen, which gives the body a slightly fleshy reddish hue after firing."

Lin Chen turned the flashlight beam to its strongest setting, aiming it directly at the cup wall!

"Look closely at the translucent layer inside the cup! There are extremely tiny, evenly distributed white particles reflecting light! That's 'titanium dioxide,' which is forcibly added by modern industry to increase the whiteness of porcelain!"

"Did they really have titanium dioxide, a modern chemical raw material, in the Ming Dynasty, hundreds of years ago?!"

The final question resonated throughout the entire venue!

The wealthy people below the stage crowded forward, following the beam of Lin Chen's flashlight.

really!

Under strong light, the inside of the cup clearly reflected an unnatural chemical particle sheen!

The proof is like a mountain!

"This...this is really fake?!"

"My God! Titanium dioxide! This counterfeiting is so blatant!"

"Mr. Qian! Didn't you say this was genuine? You liar! You almost made me lose fifty million!"

The wealthy people's sentiments instantly reversed, and their anger was directed at Mr. Qian on the stage.

"No...it's impossible...this can't be..."

Mr. Qian's face was ashen, and all his strength seemed to have been drained away in an instant.

His legs went weak, and with a "thump," he collapsed onto the exhibition stand.

He knew he was finished.

The reputation of "The First Glimpse of Jiangnan" for forty years was utterly shattered at this moment by the young man in front of us with the most professional and irrefutable common sense of physics!

His reputation was ruined!

The way the wealthy people in the room looked at Lin Chen had changed from disdain to extreme shock and awe!

This young man not only has a terrifying identity, but his eye for treasures is also unfathomable!

However, Lin Chen, standing on the stage, showed no joy at being humiliated.

Because, the very moment he held that fake chicken cup.

His sense of smell, enhanced countless times by the system, keenly detected an extremely faint odor hidden deep within the musty smell unique to antiques.

That's... the taste of bitter almonds.