After awakening her X-ray vision, the beautiful CEO couldn't sit still any longer.

"After unanimous evaluation by our judging panel, this painting of Peach Blossom Hermitage by Tang Bohu is a fake."

If you look closely with a high-powered microscope, you will easily find a hidden mark of the character "李" (Li) about the size of a grain of rice on the inside of the seal.

This is the mark of the renowned forger of Tang Bohu, the painter Li.

He spent his entire life imitating Tang Bohu's calligraphy and paintings, and it can be said that he reached a level of imitation that was indistinguishable from the real thing.

However, he had a very high opinion of himself, and he would stamp his own secret seal on every piece of calligraphy and painting that imitated Tang Bohu.

Therefore, he is known in the antique circle as the number one contemporary imitation of Tang Bohu.

But no matter how perfectly he imitates it, a fake is still a fake, and it can never be real!

Zhang Shouren explained.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Qiang's breath hitched, and his face suddenly turned from red to white, then from white to liver-colored, and finally turned a deep purple!

"puff……"

He was so angry that he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"This is impossible, how could this happen..."

He not only lost 100 million yuan, but his reputation, built up over many years in the antique circle, will also be completely ruined.

"waste!"

Enraged, Liu Ruyan slapped Zhao Qiang hard and strode away.

"Prostitutes are heartless, actors are ungrateful; you'll get used to it!"

……

"Now it's time to reveal what I have in my hands!"

Ye Tian raised the three old magazines in his hand, their covers featuring women in gaudy swimsuits.

"Boss Ye, are you really going to use this in the competition?" Zhang Shouren's voice rang out, carrying a hint of barely perceptible tension.

Although he knew Ye Tian's abilities, these three magazines didn't seem like valuable items at all.

Ye Tian is going to lose, but he will have to hand over all his assets and leave Jiangcheng penniless.

After all, they had known each other for a while, and Zhang Shouren couldn't bear to see Ye Tian end up in such a tragic state.

"Don't worry, I never do anything I'm not sure I can do!"

Ye Tian turned the magazine over and carefully ran his fingers along the edge of the cover.

He had just seen through his X-ray vision that there were several priceless items tucked inside the cover.

"This magazine seems to be the wrong thickness."

Following Ye Tian's finger, Zhang Shouren looked at the back of the magazine, near the spine.

The cardboard on the back cover there seems to bulge slightly more than the rest, but you can't tell the difference unless you look closely.

"Could it be that Ye Tian discovered a hidden compartment inside?"

Zhang Shouren was startled and looked up at Ye Tian with a complicated expression.

"Gentlemen, please move to the back of the line, so you don't get your clothes dirty."

Ye Tian smiled faintly, his tone relaxed, as if what he was about to do was not to uncover a shocking secret, but to clean up some trash.

Then, under the watchful eyes of countless people, Ye Tian grabbed the magazine cover with both hands and tore it open without hesitation.

"Sizzle!"

Ye Tian violently ripped open the gaudy magazine cover, the sound particularly jarring in the silence.

He didn't tear the whole book apart, but precisely along the seam on the inside of the back cover, tearing off the disguised cardboard!

"There really is a hidden compartment!" Zhang Shouren and the other judges couldn't help but breathe rapidly.

They all wanted to know what was inside that Ye Tian valued so much.

Ye Tian's hands were steady as he carefully peeled back the layers along the opening.

Everyone immediately saw that inside were several pieces of cloth, neatly folded and about the size of a palm.

Ye Tian held his breath, gently pinched one corner of the object with his fingertips, and carefully pulled it out from the back cover of the magazine.

At this moment, everyone could see the full contents of the hidden compartment.

It wasn't paper, but several pieces of extremely delicate silk with a soft sheen.

The color is a calm and warm bright yellow, which, despite the passage of time, still retains a kind of understated elegance.

The silk was covered with dense, neat, printed characters in small regular script.

The ink is dark and deep, each character is structurally rigorous, yet the brushstrokes subtly convey strength and authority, exuding a dignified and imposing aura.

Even more strangely, when those few pieces of yellow silk were fully exposed to the air, an indescribable odor was faintly emitted.

That's not perfume, nor is it any kind of chemical fragrance.

That's the scent that comes with the passage of time, a unique aroma that only develops over hundreds of years when paper and ink are combined with a special process.

Even those who know nothing about antiques felt a sense of indescribable historical heritage at that moment.

It's as if these few small pieces of silk bear a weight far exceeding their size.

"This is a royal item..."

Zhao Qiang was also stunned. He didn't understand anything about spiritual energy, but he could make sense of the bright yellow color and the extremely neat handwriting.

And that sense of age that comes through is something that cheap imitations can never have!

It's simply incomparable to his painting.

Ye Tian didn't even lift his eyelids; all his attention was focused on those few pieces of yellow silk.

He gently placed the few pieces of yellow silk on a very clean table beside him, his movements as delicate as if they were fragile treasures.

Then, he did the same thing, opening up two other magazines and taking out the yellow silk from the inner lining, placing it on the table.

Fifteen pieces of yellow silk were taken out from the interlayer of the three magazines.

"Mr. Zhang, you judges are all very knowledgeable and experienced. Please take a look at this."

Ye Tian calmly invited the ten judges to come and appreciate the yellow silk he had taken out from the hidden compartment.

"This silk scroll has neat handwriting, deep ink, and subtle watermarks on the paper; it's no ordinary item."

"Yes, this silk seems to be different from the common Suzhou silk. It is denser and tougher, and you can see faint ice crack patterns."

"The value of this yellow silk is probably far beyond our imagination!"

The judges examined it closely with expressions of disbelief.

Zhang Shouren's gaze was sharp as lightning, his eyes fixed on the few pieces of bright yellow silk on the table.

The old gentleman, a highly respected figure in the art collecting world, seemed to be breathing more heavily at that moment.

He put on the white gloves he carried with him and took out a high-powered magnifying glass, a portable spectrometer, and a specially made acid-free paper pad from the instrument case.

At this moment, only the soft hum of the instruments and the excited discussions of the judges remained in the hall.

Zhang Shouren examined it extremely carefully, looking at everything from the texture of the silk, the layers of ink, the seal script, to the spirit of the characters, for a full ten minutes.

During this time, he would sometimes move closer and use instruments for assistance, and sometimes step back half a step, squinting as he examined the whole thing, muttering to himself from time to time.

"What on earth is this incredible thing? Even the most knowledgeable judges have this expression?"

The antique dealers around them, seeing the almost reverent expressions on the faces of the ten judges, knew that it was not the kind of reaction one would have when seeing ordinary cultural relics.

Finally, Zhang Shouren straightened up, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled, as if trying to calm the turbulent waves in his heart.

His gaze towards Ye Tian was extremely complex at this moment, but it was mostly filled with shock, ecstasy, and disbelief.

"Boss Ye, I really don't know what to say to you. You've hit the jackpot again! This is priceless!"

Zhang Shouren's voice trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly.

"Do you know what this is? It's a fragment of the original Yongle Encyclopedia!"

That monumental work, compiled during the Yongle reign of the Ming Dynasty, is all-encompassing and hailed as "the largest encyclopedia in the history of the world"!

The original copy has been lost for hundreds of years, its whereabouts remaining a mystery, which can be said to be one of the greatest regrets in the cultural world!

What you've found today is the original fragment of the Yongle Encyclopedia, which has been lost for hundreds of years!

Zhang Shouren looked at the dozen or so pieces of yellow silk, his tone extremely solemn, his eyes slightly red with emotion.