The ancient return was exposed by his sister's live stream.

Pengcheng, Dingsheng Auction House.

As one of the top long-established auction houses in the area, this place is frequented by wealthy businessmen and big names in the art collecting world. The lobby is decorated in a luxurious and grand style, with crystal chandeliers reflecting a cold light, exuding an air of superiority.

Chen Hao, dressed in a plain ancient robe, walked in front with a straight posture like a pine tree, which was out of place with the atmosphere of suits and ties around him. Behind him were Chen Siyao and Yang Wanqing, whose makeup was exquisite but could not hide their naivety. As soon as the three of them stepped into the hall, they immediately attracted several subtle glances.

The receptionist was a young woman with exquisite makeup. She glanced at the three of them, her gaze lingering on Chen Hao's seemingly antique-style robe. A subtle, almost imperceptible hint of disdain crept onto her lips.

Dressed strangely and accompanied by two young girls, holding up a phone, they were obviously amateurs trying their luck with some junk to create a live stream gimmick. She had to deal with several of these people every day.

The receptionist didn't even bother to get up, tapping the counter with her fingertips, her tone perfunctory and indifferent: "Do any of you have appointments? If not, regular appraisals require waiting in line, and our auction house only accepts items valued at over 100,000. Items below that price are not worth your time."

Yang Wanqing's face stiffened, and she subconsciously tugged at Chen Siyao's sleeve, muttering under her breath, "What kind of attitude is that? So disrespectful?"

Chen Siyao was also feeling a little uncomfortable, but she still patiently said, "We didn't make an appointment. We're here to submit a piece of calligraphy or painting for auction. Could you please arrange an appraiser for us?"

"Calligraphy and paintings?" The receptionist scoffed, her eyes filled with even more disdain. She casually pointed to the rest area next to her. "Just wait. The appraisers are busy right now. It'll take at least two hours. If you bring a fake, we'll refuse it outright. Don't cause any trouble then."

These words were a veiled insult implying that they had counterfeit goods. Yang Wanqing was about to explode in anger, but Chen Siyao held her back.

Chen Hao remained calm throughout, as if he hadn't heard the sarcastic words. He simply patted his sister's hand gently and said softly, "It's alright, just wait."

He has endured countless ages; this slight indifference is nothing compared to the dust he has received.

[Qingfeng] What is Yaoyao doing?

[Yaoyao's Little Red Riding Hood] This receptionist is so arrogant. Yaoyao is complaining about her. Let me tell you, the worst thing about this kind of receptionist is getting a complaint.

"We're at Dingsheng Auction House. I found my brother yesterday, didn't I? The house we're living in now is too small, so my brother wants to auction off a piece of calligraphy or painting to raise some money to buy a house."

[The Great Hero]: Is the streamer really that talented?

[Zhang Wei 652]: This script is even going to be a TV series?! It's hilarious!

[Loneliness]: To buy a house in Shenzhen, the calligraphy and paintings would need to be at least national treasure level, right? With that kind of money, why would someone be a livestreamer?

【Yaoyao's Little Red Riding Hood】: Don't talk nonsense. I believe he really is Yaoyao's brother, and he and Yaoyao look like real siblings.

[I am Ying Zheng]: Dingsheng Auction House, I know it, not only in Shenzhen, but it ranks high nationwide. The auction items do have a high threshold, and complaints are useless.

[Dongmen Chuixue]: You guys are taking this live stream seriously? As long as it's entertaining, that's enough.

Chen Siyao ignored the comments in the live stream. The three of them had only been sitting in the rest area for a few minutes when the receptionist was chatting and laughing with another well-dressed customer while serving coffee, completely ignoring them.

As she passed by, she deliberately rolled her eyes and muttered to her colleague, "Here she comes again to freeload on authentication. It's obviously a fake she picked up from a street stall. Doesn't she even know where she is?"

Yang Wanqing clenched her fists in anger and said in a low voice, "Yaoyao, how about we go to another auction house? This one is really looking down on us!"

Chen Siyao felt wronged, but seeing her brother's confident expression, she bit her lip and said, "Wait a little longer, trust me, brother."

After waiting for nearly an hour, an appraiser in work clothes slowly walked over, his face full of impatience: "Who wants their calligraphy and painting appraised? Show it to me, hurry up, I'm busy."

Chen Hao slowly stood up, gently placed the "Random Ink Traces" packaged in a brocade box on the table, and said calmly, "Please appraise it."

The appraiser casually opened the brocade box, his gaze sweeping over the calligraphy and painting. At first, he was impatient, but when his eyes fell on the signature, seal, and the artistic style of the brushstrokes, his eyes suddenly sharpened, and his previously relaxed demeanor instantly froze!

The brush tip is dry and wet, the strokes are vigorous and unrestrained, the signature "Tang Yin" is outstanding, and the vermilion seal is simple and heavy, which is far superior to the imitations on the market!

What's even more striking is that the paper's age and the ink's bleed reveal characteristics of an authentic work!

The appraiser's breathing suddenly quickened, and his fingers began to tremble slightly. He dared not be negligent in the slightest, carefully holding the calligraphy and painting, and repeatedly said, "Wait a moment! Please wait a moment! I... I'll go find the chief appraiser!"

After saying that, he almost ran towards the inner room. His flustered and anxious appearance left the receptionist, who had just been contemptuous, dumbfounded and astonished.

Just a moment later.

A series of hurried footsteps came from the inner room, and an elderly man with gray hair, wearing a Zhongshan suit, rushed out, followed by the auction house's general manager. The two of them jogged along, their expressions extremely excited.

Where is the original? Where is the original of Tang Yin's "Random Ink Traces"?

The old man was none other than Mr. Zhou, the chief appraiser of Dingsheng Auction House, a highly respected figure in the collecting world. Antiques appraised by him were never wrong.

The appraiser quickly handed over the calligraphy and painting. Old Zhou, trembling, put on his reading glasses, leaned over the table, and examined it carefully. His fingers gently brushed across the paper, his eyes growing brighter and his breathing more rapid. Finally, he slammed his hand on the table, his voice trembling with excitement:

"It's real! A genuine work by Tang Yin, 'Random Ink Traces'! A priceless treasure!"

With a single word!

The entire room fell silent!

The receptionist, who had just been giving him the cold shoulder, suddenly turned pale, her legs went weak, and she almost collapsed to the ground, her eyes wide with disbelief.

Is it an authentic work by Tang Bohu? Or a masterpiece like "Random Ink Traces"?

She actually slighted such an important person?!

"Haha, it's true, it's true! Yao Yao, you don't have to live in those 'handshake buildings' anymore, you have a big house to live in now!"

Yang Wanqing shook Chen Siyao's arm happily, "Hmph, who was blind just now?"

The manager's expression changed drastically. He quickly walked up to Chen Hao, bowing almost at a ninety-degree angle, his face plastered with a fawning yet fearful smile.

His tone was extremely respectful: "Sir! We are so sorry! We were blind to your greatness and neglected you! Please forgive us!"

"Xiao Huang, come quickly and apologize to this gentleman and the two ladies."

The receptionist, Xiao Huang, looked embarrassed and bowed, saying "I'm sorry." She didn't hear a reply and didn't dare get up.

"Alright, Qingqing, don't hold it against her. Get up. Just be more attentive to your clients in the future."

Chen Siyao stepped forward and pulled Yang Wanqing to sit down.

Old Zhou also raised his head, his eyes filled with awe and curiosity as he looked at Chen Hao. To be able to produce such a national treasure-level calligraphy and painting, the young man in front of him must be no ordinary person!

"Sir, this 'Casual Ink Traces' is a masterpiece by Tang Yin, a unique surviving work, and its value is immeasurable! Rest assured, our Dingsheng Auction House will arrange a top-tier auction for you, guaranteeing the highest price!"