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Chapter 85 Is this thing really as valuable as he says?

"Okay, I understand."

Chen Mo smiled as he took the pot; it felt heavy and cool to the touch.

He followed Shen Qingyue's example, holding the pot up to the light and examining it closely.

The glaze is smooth, the cobalt blue is vibrant, and the decoration is exquisite.

Everything seemed perfect.

But just as Chen Mo now possessed the ability to perceive, as his gaze swept over the inscription on the bottom of the teapot, a sudden "buzz" went through his mind.

With a thud.

Immediately afterwards, a flood of information about the pot came in.

He immediately recognized that the blue-and-white lotus-patterned teapot was a modern imitation.

It employs modern high-fidelity imitation technology, with the glaze chemically treated to resemble an antique, the blue and white porcelain using modern chemical pigments, and the patterns drawn by computer and then hand-painted.

Chen Mo was stunned.

The skill of insight—is it really that powerful?

This isn't just a skill for finding bargains; it's practically the discerning eye of the antique world!

He looked at the teapot in his hand, which was "worth 300,000," and then at the boss's incredibly sincere smiling face—

Good heavens, they're all swindlers!

"Chen Mo, what's wrong?"

Seeing him staring blankly at the pot, Shen Qingyue couldn't help but ask.

"Oh, it's nothing."

Chen Mo snapped out of his reverie, gently placed the pot back into the brocade box, then looked up at the shopkeeper with a meaningful smile on his face.

"Boss, are you sure this teapot is a genuine Qing Dynasty imperial kiln piece?"

"Of course I'm sure!"

The boss patted his chest and assured, "I've been in this business for over twenty years and I've never sold counterfeit goods."

If this pot is fake, I'll eat it on the spot!

He spoke with absolute certainty, his eyes showing not a trace of guilt.

Wow, what a great actor!

If it weren't for his insight skills, Chen Mo would have almost believed it.

"Yeah?"

Chen Mo smiled, picked up the lid, pointed to a small detail, and asked, "Could you explain why the craftsmanship inside the lid of this Qianlong-era teapot is exactly the same as that of a kiln from the Guangxu era?"

Upon hearing this, the boss's expression changed slightly, but he quickly returned to normal.

"Hey handsome, you might be mistaken."

He forced an explanation: "The inside of the lid is always like this, nothing special."

"Oh?"

Chen Mo continued unhurriedly, "And another thing, isn't the blue and white color of this teapot a bit too bright?"

As far as I know, genuine articles, after more than two hundred years of oxidation, should have a darker, more muted color.

"this----"

The boss was no fool; just by looking at the two questions Chen Mo asked, he knew he'd met an expert.

Sweat began to bead on his forehead as he replied, "The color of blue and white porcelain is related to its preservation environment; some pieces that are well-preserved will have a more vibrant color."

"It's well preserved?"

Chen Mo picked up the teapot, pointed to the glaze, and said, "Then please explain why this 'exceptionally well-preserved' teapot has such a uniform glaze, as if it just came out of the kiln, without any of the natural patina that comes with age?"

"I----"

The boss opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word for a moment.

Because every word Chen Mo said hit the nail on the head, and he spoke professionally and incisively, not at all like an amateur.

"And the inscription on the bottom of the pot."

Without waiting for his reply, Chen Mo continued to turn the pot over and pointed to the six characters.

"Made in the Qianlong Reign of the Great Qing Dynasty"—the calligraphy is so neat and orderly!

The marks on official kilns are all handwritten by craftsmen, so there will be some randomness. But your handwriting is as standard as printed text.

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He paused, watching the boss's increasingly grim expression, and then delivered the final blow.

"Boss, if I'm not mistaken, this teapot is a high-quality replica from twenty or thirty years ago."

It uses modern porcelain clay and chemical cobalt blue pigment. The glaze is chemically treated to look old, and the patterns are drawn by hand after being drawn on a computer.

Am I right?

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silence.

The shop was deathly silent.

The boss's smile vanished completely, replaced by panic.

He stared intently at Chen Mo, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Who exactly is this young man?

How do you know so much?

They even got the production date right!

"You—what nonsense are you spouting!"

The shopkeeper, realizing what was happening, roared in a show of bravado but barely concealing his fear, "This pot of mine has a provenance record! What do you, an amateur, know?!"

"Inheritance records?"

Chen Mo pointed to the folder and sneered, "Those papers, they're fake too, aren't they? The aging technique is good, but the paper material is wrong. The fiber structure of paper now is completely different from that of paper from a hundred years ago."

"you!"

The boss was so angry he was trembling all over, pointing at Chen Mo but unable to speak.

Shen Qingyue, who was standing to the side, had already figured it out.

I've been scammed!

She looked at Chen Mo's confident demeanor and then at the boss's guilty expression, feeling both shocked and angry.

To everyone's surprise, Chen Mo was incredibly knowledgeable about antiques; every word he uttered was as professional as that of a connoisseur.

What angered me was that I was almost scammed and spent 300,000 yuan to buy a fake product as a gift for my elders!

"Boss."

Shen Qingyue's face turned cold, her voice icy as she said, "Is this what you mean by 'never selling counterfeit goods'?"

"Miss Shen, please let me explain—"

The shop owner panicked and hurriedly waved his hands, saying, "This, this must be the clerk's mistake! Yes, the mistake! The real teapot is in the storeroom, I'll go get it right away!"

After he finished speaking, he grabbed the brocade box from the counter and hurriedly ran into the inner room.

He looked extremely disheveled.

Chen Mo and Shen Qingyue exchanged a glance, both seeing helplessness in each other's eyes.

That's such an excuse, what a load of rubbish!

A moment later, the boss came out carrying another brocade box.

This time, his smile was even more solicitous, with a hint of ingratiation.

"Miss Shen, I'm so sorry, the apprentice accidentally put that teapot in the wrong place just now. This is the real one, please take a look."

He opened the box, and inside lay a blue and white porcelain pot that looked very similar to the one he had just seen.

But upon closer inspection, there are indeed some differences.

The glaze is more lustrous, the blue and white color is darker, and the decorative lines are more natural.

"This time it should be for real."

Chen Mo nodded slightly to Shen Qingyue.

Shen Qingyue understood, checked it again, and only after confirming there were no problems did she ask, "Boss, what's the price of this teapot?"

Two hundred and eighty thousand.

The shop owner smiled apologetically and said, "What happened earlier was my fault. Consider the 2 yuan less as an apology."

"OK."

Shen Qingyue didn't argue anymore and readily swiped her card to pay.

After the transaction was completed, the boss personally escorted the two to the door, his attitude extremely respectful.

"Miss Shen, sir, please take care. Welcome to visit us again!"

As Shen Qingyue stepped out of the Boguzhai, she let out a long sigh of relief.

She turned to look at Chen Mo, her eyes filled with gratitude and surprise.

"Chen Mo, thank you so much for today."

She said with lingering fear, "If it weren't for you, I would not only have lost 300,000 yuan for nothing, but I would also have given my elders a fake gift, which would have been incredibly embarrassing."

"It's okay, I just happen to know a little bit about it."

Chen Mo smiled and said in a relaxed tone, "I used to like studying these things when I had nothing to do. The more I looked at them, the more I naturally learned some tricks of the trade."

He dared not say that he had system skills, so he could only make up some excuse to get by.

"You've got more than just a little knowledge!"

Shen Qingyue looked at him, her eyes sparkling, and smiled, "What you just said was so professional that even the boss was speechless. You were like a veteran."

Chen Mo smiled but didn't reply.

Fortunately, Shen Qingyue didn't ask any more questions, she just looked at him and smiled.

"Chen Mo, the more I get to know you, the more I realize how admirable you are."

"You flatter me, Sister Qingyue."

Chen Mo was a little embarrassed by the praise, so he changed the subject and said, "By the way, it's still early, would you like to go and take a look at other places?"

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"I'm not watching anymore."

Shen Qingyue shook her head and said, "We've already bought the items, let's go back."

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"Don't rush."

Looking at the dazzling array of stalls lining both sides of the street, Chen Mo suddenly felt a surge of emotion.

Since I'm already here and have the insightful skills, how can I not try my luck?

What if I manage to snag a bargain?

"Sister Qingyue, since we have nothing else to do, why don't we just stroll around these stalls outside?"

He suggested, "Maybe we can find something fun."

Shen Qingyue glanced at him, thought for a moment, and nodded, saying, "Alright, then I'll accompany you for a walk."

She was also curious about what Chen Mo wanted to buy.

The two strolled slowly along the streets of the antique market.

The roadside stalls were lined up one after another, displaying a wide variety of items: porcelain, jade, copper coins, calligraphy and paintings, old books, wood carvings—you name it.

Chen Mo walked slowly, his gaze sweeping from one stall to another.

I looked at more than a dozen stalls, and almost all of them were selling counterfeit goods.

Occasionally there may be one or two genuine items, but they are all ordinary old objects that are worthless.

For example, a rough porcelain bowl from the Republic of China period or a copper cigarette holder from the late Qing Dynasty would only cost a few hundred yuan on the market.

Chen Mo wasn't in a hurry and continued to stroll around at his leisure.

He knew that finding a bargain required patience and a keen eye.

I have good judgment; all I lack is a little patience.

After browsing for another twenty minutes, just when Chen Mo thought he might not have gained anything today, his gaze was suddenly drawn to something in the corner of a stall.

It was a dusty, simple-shaped brush washer with a dull glaze and some dirt on it, looking rather filthy.

The stall owner casually tossed it next to a pile of broken porcelain shards, clearly not taking it seriously.

But Chen Mo discovered its differences.

Could this be a Ru ware celadon lotus-shaped brush washer?

Chen Mo's heart skipped a beat.

Ru ware?

Ru ware from the Song Dynasty?

Although he wasn't a professional antique collector, he suddenly had a wealth of knowledge about this subject.

I also understood what the saying "Ru ware is the best" meant.

Among the five famous kilns of the Song Dynasty, Ru kiln ranks first. Its surviving quantity is extremely small, with fewer than 100 pieces of Ru kiln porcelain known worldwide, each of which is a precious cultural relic.

At auctions, a piece of Ru ware porcelain can easily fetch tens of millions of yuan, and the best quality pieces can even reach astronomical prices of hundreds of millions of yuan.

And now, on this inconspicuous little stall, there actually lies a Ru ware brush washer?

Although it looks dirty and is of poor quality, a defective product, if it were real—it should fetch a lot of money.

It's at least more expensive than what Shen Qingyue just bought!

Chen Mo took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

Don't get excited, don't get excited.

If the stall owner knows the value of this item, then there's no chance.

He casually walked over, squatted down, and began rummaging through the pile of broken porcelain shards.

The stall owner was an old man in his fifties, dozing off in his chair. When he saw a customer arrive, he merely raised his eyelids and casually said something.

"Choose what you want to buy, look for yourself."

"it is good."

Chen Mo first picked up a few pieces of porcelain and looked at them, then touched the brush washer and frowned.

"Boss, how much are these?"

He pointed to the pile of broken porcelain shards and asked.

"Ten yuan a piece of porcelain, pick any you like."

The old man said lazily, "That brush washer—if you want it, give me two thousand dollars and take it."

Two thousand yuan.

Chen Mo was overjoyed inside, but on his face he showed a look of disgust.

"This piece of junk costs two thousand?"

He deliberately picked up the brush washer, weighed it in his hand, and complained, "Look at this glaze, it's all gray and dull, the shape is outdated, and it's so light. It's obviously a modern imitation; nobody would want it if it were just sitting there."

"Take it or leave it."

The old man didn't even lift his eyelids, and said unhappily, "That's an old thing. I bought it when I went to the countryside. Two thousand yuan is already the bottom price I'm selling it for."

Chen Mo turned to look at Shen Qingyue and gave her a wink.

Although Shen Qingyue didn't understand why Chen Mo wanted to take a liking to this dirty brush washer, she still cooperated and walked over.

"What's wrong?"

She asked.

"Look at this."

Chen Mo handed her the brush washer and said casually, "Sister Qingyue, I think the design is quite unique. I want to buy it as a decoration, but the shopkeeper wants two thousand yuan, which I think is too expensive."

Shen Qingyue took the brush washer and examined it carefully.

She didn't know much about antiques, but she could tell that this thing was indeed very old, with dirt on it and a dull glaze. It didn't look like anything valuable at all.

"Boss, can you give me a discount?"

She said, "We'll take it for a thousand dollars."

"Since you're so sincere about wanting it, I'll give you 1,500."

Upon seeing Shen Qingyue, the old man finally opened his eyes and bargained, saying, "I can't go any lower. I didn't even get it for this price."

Shen Qingyue looked at Chen Mo.

Chen Mo pretended to hesitate for a few seconds before gritting his teeth and saying, "Fine, fine, fifteen hundred it is."

He took out his phone and scanned the QR code.

When the old man heard that the money had arrived, he thought to himself that he had ripped off another person. He casually put the brush washer in a tattered plastic bag and handed it to Chen Mo.

"Here you go."

The transaction is complete.

Chen Mo suppressed his excitement, took the plastic bag, and naturally pulled Shen Qingyue away from the stall.

He didn't stop until he had walked several dozen meters and turned into a quiet alley, where few people were around, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"What's wrong?"

Shen Qingyue looked at him, puzzled, and said, "It's just an old brush washer, why are you so nervous?"

"Sister Qingyue."

Chen Mo turned to look at her, his eyes gleaming with excitement, and said, "We might have struck gold."

"precious?"

Shen Qingyue was taken aback: "What do you mean?"

"This brush washer may be a piece from the Ru kiln of the Song Dynasty."

Chen Mo lowered his voice and said, word by word, "If it's true, the value is at least one million."

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"What?!"

Shen Qingyue's pupils contracted, and she asked in a low voice, "Are you sure? You're not joking, are you?"

"pretty close."

Chen Mo opened the plastic bag, carefully took out the brush washer, and pointed to the details on it.

"Look at this glaze. Although it looks dark now, it's because of the soil stains and dirt on it. If it's cleaned, it should be sky blue."

"And this shape, the lotus shape, is a typical shape of Song Dynasty stationery."

"The most important thing is to start the game."

Pointing to the fine cracks on the surface of the brush washer, he explained, "The crackle pattern of Ru ware is formed naturally, like cicada wings, delicate and even. Modern imitations simply cannot replicate this effect."

"???"

Shen Qingyue leaned closer to take a closer look and indeed saw those fine crackle patterns.

Although she didn't understand these antique-related matters, she still thought the cracks were indeed beautiful and natural.

Is this thing really as valuable as he says?