Chapter 9 (1/2)
Old Chen's face was livid and his eyes looked at Chu Chen coldly. He was very angry in his heart.
As a leading figure in the antique industry in Jiangzhou, he has been engaged in antique research and appraisal for 50 or 60 years. In terms of antique appraisal, he has almost never paid attention to it.
He had just concluded that this volume of ”funeral notes” was an imitation of the Ming Dynasty. The next second, the young man in his twenties rejected him in front of everyone.
Where does this put his face.
He has identified this piece of ”mourning chaos post” several times, which gives the result that it is an imitation. He really doesn't believe Chu Chen's words.
”Why is it an authentic work? It's very simple.”
Chu Chen said, turned and picked up the tea cup on the table and drank a mouthful of tea.
The next second, Chu Chen made a move that shocked the four seats.
After drinking the tea, Chu Chen did not swallow the tea, but suddenly sprayed it forward.
Poof!
Chu Chen directly sprayed the tea on the ”mourning post” in front of him.
This scene stunned everyone.
What happened?
Is Chu Chen going to destroy this imitation?
Otherwise, why spray water on it.
Xia Shiyan and her father were stunned. For a moment, they didn't know what to say. Next to them, Shen wenle smiled sarcastically.
”Hehe, this Chu Chen must have been speechless by old Chen. He was forced to hurry, so he wanted to destroy this word.”
”Now, Chu Chen completely offended Chen Lao. Later, in Jiangzhou, Chu Chen's life was terrible and difficult.”
The thought of schadenfreude in Shen wenle's heart.
”What are you doing?!”
Old Chen scolded Chu Chen. As a master of antique identification, old Chen cherishes and cherishes any antique.
He hates, no, he hates people who don't cherish antique toys.
Although this piece of ”funeral chaos tie” is an imitation of the Ming Dynasty, it also has certain historical and research value.
Even if you buy it outside, it takes hundreds of thousands to buy it.
Chu Chen destroyed this ”funeral post” in front of him.
Who can bear it!
”Old Chen, I'm not going to destroy it. Look here carefully.”
Pointing to the post of mourning chaos, Chu Chen explained.
”Eh?”
After staring at the mourning post for a while, old Chen made a confused voice.
This seems a little different from the calligraphy and paintings damaged by water he usually sees.