Mu Chen smiled at Liang Yuqi, didn't speak, and turned his head to look at the antique shop.

Liang Yuqi kept an old face and did not respond, but the doubts in his eyes had already betrayed his true thoughts.

How could this young man with an extremely powerful treasure appreciation and the girl named Junyan appear here, is it a coincidence?

Or did they also come for the ruins of the imperial city of the Rouran Khanate?

"Lao Liang, what's wrong?"

An old man beside Liang Yuqi noticed his strangeness and asked.

"It's nothing, it's just that I saw an acquaintance, Dean Wu doesn't have to care. ”

Liang Yuqi pretended to smile lightly.

The old man nodded thoughtfully, turned his head to look at the young man in the shop, shook his head and sighed: "Although my grandson is talented, he still can't get rid of the young man's aggressive temperament after all, and it seems that he has to be honed and honed again." ”

"What Dean Wu said is not right, young people, you must be a little bloody and impulsive to call young people, otherwise they will be the same as our old men, so what's the point. ”

Liang Yuqi said with a smile: "What's more, Xiaohao has great talent, he has been taught by you since he was a child, and in the field of treasure appreciation, he has long been a leader in the younger generation, and there is almost no one in his generation, since he wants to practice his hands, what does it matter." ”

Dean Wu was overjoyed by what he said, smiled and waved his hand: "Lao Liang, you are a bit too boastful, there are people outside the world and mountains outside the mountains, with the realm of Xiaohao, it is still far away." ”

Liang Yuqi smiled slightly and continued to praise a few words, but his eyes couldn't help but glance at Mu Chen.

The old man beside him is one of the Taishan Beidou in the Chinese archaeological community, and Mr. Wu Zhiyong, vice president of the Huaxia Institute of Archaeology and Museums, is also the leader of the archaeological team that came to Xinjiang to find the ruins of the Rouran Imperial City.

The young man inside is Dean Wu's own grandson, named Wu Wenhao, who specially brought Xinjiang to follow his knowledge this time.

However, Wu Wenhao's talent cannot be underestimated, not only has a family history, but also has a very high talent for connoisseurship, which can be called the best among the younger generation.

Well, of course, compared to the 'sharp-eyed' young man opposite, that's a bit far behind.

Liang Yuqi shook his head secretly, and involuntarily remembered the amazing scene when Mu Chen accurately identified the authenticity of forty-five collectibles with just a pair of naked eyes.

I secretly sighed in my heart, this Dean Wu is really right, there are indeed people outside the world in this world, and there is a sky outside the sky.

Even the little girl next to the young man, who is already a doctor at a young age, is afraid that she is much better than your good grandson.

At this time, Wu Wenhao had already put the antique porcelain in his hand that caused a dispute between the Americans and the owner of the antique shop.

Said to the owner of the antique shop: "Your porcelain is indeed fake, according to the rules of the industry, they can't ask you to lose money, but after all, they are Americans, not limited by our Huaxia regulations, in case they make a big fuss, not only to you, but also to damage my Huaxia reputation, are you willing to listen to my advice?"

"You say. The owner of the antique shop hesitated.

"I'll fight with them and settle this matter for you, are you willing?" Wu Wenhao said.

"What if I lose?" said the owner of the antique shop, whose face turned pale and panicked.

The mouth of the bucket is an incision between antique dealers, in fact, it is a comparison of skills, each take out an antique, antique experts look at each other, and then say the authenticity of the antique.

It's actually the equivalent of kicking the ring.

But about the antiques of the fight, both sides really have to say why it is true, and why it is false, you can't just say it is true, or false, but you can't say why.

Otherwise, one party will send two people to appear at random, one will tell the truth, the other will be false, and the other will always be able to get the other right, and then the fight will be meaningless.

And the most important point of this is that Wu Wenhao must have a very special thing, so special that most experts can't tell the truth from the fake.

But at this point, the owner of the antique shop did not dare to pin his hopes on Wu Wenhao.

Otherwise, once Wu Wenhao loses, then he will have to give what the group of Americans want, that is, ten times the compensation for the fake porcelain, a full two million.

"Don't worry, my grandfather is the one, you see, he is the vice president of our Chinese Institute of Archaeology and Museum, with him, what are you afraid of." Even if you lose, I'll lose half of it for you, how about it?"

Wu Wenhao is confident.

The owner of the antique shop was still a little suspicious, glanced at Dean Wu, saw him smiling and bowed, and at first glance, he was extraordinary, and he already believed a little in his heart, and heard Wu Wenhao say that he was willing to lose half for him, and he quickly had a plan in his heart.

"Okay, then it's troublesome little brother. The owner of the antique shop said.

"It's all on me. ”

Wu Wenhao patted him on the shoulder in high spirits, and turned his head to look at the American led by the opposite.

In fluent English, he said: "According to the rules of the industry, you can only blame your poor eyesight, and the store does not need to compensate, but for the sake of you are international friends, I can give you a chance to identify an antique with each other, who wins who has the final say, if it is a tie, the matter will be stopped, how about it?"

"Are you going to fight the mouth?" the American at the head said in fluent Chinese, and surprisingly, he actually understood the black language of the Chinese antique world, Doukou.

"Yes, do you dare?" Wu Wenhao said with his head held high and said with an awe-inspiring momentum.

The American looked at him with pride and said without hesitation: "Of course you can, let's compare." ”

Immediately, he called for a red lacquered wooden box.

Wu Wenhao also returned to his grandfather, Dean Wu, and took out an inkstone from the package of an entourage.

The two of them each laid out their things on a large table.

"It's a guest from afar, you invite first. Wu Wenhao said very generously.

The American did not shirk at all, and directly picked up the inkstone and carefully rubbed it to observe.

Wu Wenhao watched from the side, and secretly smiled smugly in his heart.

This inkstone is a guy who can be fake, even his grandfather and a group of old professors in the research institute looked away at the beginning, and he didn't believe that this American could see the clues.

However, he was smiling happily.

The American suddenly said with great certainty: "This inkstone is a fake." ”

Wu Wenhao's smile froze instantly.

Dean Wu, Liang Yuqi and other members of the archaeological team were also dumbfounded.

The Americans were able to identify the inkstone so quickly as fake?

No way, he must have been blind casually.

"What do you say?" Wu Wenhao said with a pretended calm smile.

The American smiled at him and said confidently.

"This piece of inkstone is a flat type, the shape is square, the lines are straight, the stone color is purple with red, the texture is warm and delicate, and it is as delicate and smooth as a baby's skin. ”

And the so-called inkstone is inscribed, and its value has doubled, and it is engraved with Ji Xiaolan's inscription, which at first glance is actually a good product in the end stone. ”

The American's tone suddenly slammed, and he glanced around very proudly.

Seeing that everyone's eyes were focused on him.

Only then did he continue in high spirits: "But the stone eye of this Duan inkstone is dyed and embedded in it, and then sealed with wax to form it, so your inkstone is not a real Duan inkstone, but a fake made by the people of Huanggang Village next to the old pit with fake stones." ”

"The inscription on this is also engraved by a calligraphy master, if I guess correctly, it should be Zhang Daqian's handwriting. ”

As soon as these words came out, the scene fell silent instantly.

Wu Wenhao's face stiffened, and the smug smile on his face had long since disappeared, replaced by incredible.

The members of the archaeological team and Dean Wu, Liang Yuqi and others were even more incredulous.

Even many Chinese archaeology professors have looked at the inkstone, this American, not only recognized it as a fake, but also accurately said the fraud of this inkstone?

Even Ji Xiaolan, a Chinese historical figure, and Huanggang Village, which specializes in counterfeiting, next to the old pit, know so clearly?

Are you sure he's an American, not a Chinese?

What makes it even more difficult for Wu Wenhao, Dean Wu and others to believe is that the stone eye of this inkstone generally needs to be removed and inspected to determine the authenticity.

But the Americans didn't do it at all, and directly pointed it out.

This, this is simply impossible!

Doesn't this mean that he is even more powerful than those old professors of the Huaxia Research Institute!

Mu Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the American, and his heart was impressive.

This American is by no means simple!

But compared with surprise, he was even more skeptical that such a powerful Huaxia Tong American would appear here at this critical point in time when the news broke from the ruins of the imperial city of the Rouran Khanate.

"Mu Chen. Junyan turned his head to look at Mu Chen, and a flash of vigilance for the American flashed in his eyes.

Apparently, she was also doubting the true identity of this American and the purpose of her presence here.

"Hold on and read on. ”

Mu Chen understood what she meant, and smiled lightly.

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