Chapter 188 - Chapter 188: Chapter 155 How Can There Be Such a Monster as Lin Chuan? (Please Subscribe) (1/2)
Chapter 188: Chapter 155 How Can There Be Such a Monster as Lin Chuan? (Please Subscribe)
‘Ancient Moon’ Museum.
In the third-floor reception room, Hu Shu, wearing a dark blue long gown and glasses, leisurely opened the cabinet beside him and took out a light green jade vase.
The body of the vase was as thin as cicada’s wings, crystal clear, and decorated with an exquisite tangled branch pattern, clustering tightly like a painting.
With an appreciative gaze, Hu Shu scrutinized the ‘Qing dynasty Chinese tangled branch pattern thin-walled jade vase,’ nodded contentedly, and said with a smile, “Indeed, it’s without parallel in the world.”
At that moment, Gao Qinglin on the opposite side started to flatter, “Mr. Hu, if that imitation hadn’t been damaged, then you would have had a pair unparallelled in the world.”
But Hu Shu waved his hand dismissively and replied with a smile, “That imitation is the piece from my jade carving work that I am most satisfied with. Although it achieved a hundred percent reproduction of the ‘Qing dynasty Chinese tangled branch pattern thin-walled jade vase,’ it ultimately lacks one thing.”
“What thing?” Gao Qinglin’s face showed a hint of astonishment.
Hu Shu gently put down the genuine artifact, smiled, and slowly said two words, “The years.”
“The years?”
Gao Qinglin appeared startled, his brows slightly furrowing.
As a master expert in the antiques circle, he was not unfamiliar with the term ‘the years.’
However, judging the age of an artifact comes down to assessing several key attributes, such as material, patina, encrustation, and craftsmanship.
In his view, Hu Shu’s imitation of the Qing dynasty Chinese tangled branch pattern thin-walled jade vase was a complete success, with details such as the material and patination evaluated using high-precision instruments, indistinguishable from the original.
It was an absolute success of replication craftsmanship, a marvel in the field of antique forgery.
Yet Hu Shu was now saying it lacked ‘the years.’
“An antique that has weathered time has its unique charm, one that cannot be replicated or forged.” Hu Shu paused suddenly, corrected himself, “Not that it cannot be, but rather, it is extremely difficult to replicate or forge.”
Gao Qinglin did not share Hu Shu’s profound understanding of ‘the years,’ this particular charm.
But he keenly caught the change in Hu Shu’s tone.
From ‘cannot’ to ‘extremely difficult.’
That is to say, there might be someone who could replicate that essence of ‘the years.’
If possible, did that mean he could attain true perfection without flaw?
The chief expert of Modu Museum furrowed his brows, looked towards his revered Mr. Hu, and asked, “Mr. Hu, can you do it?”
Hu Shu shook his head and let out a self-deprecating laugh.
Gao Qinglin laughed as well and said, “If Mr. Hu can’t do it, then surely no one in this world can.”
However, Hu Shu shook his head again, sipped his tea, and remained silent,
Gao Qinglin’s heart chilled, and his brows knitted tightly in surprise as he asked again, “If even Mr. Hu can’t do it, who can?”
Hu Shu put down his teacup, opened the drawer under the tea table, took out a brocade box, placed it on the table, and then slowly opened the brocade box.