550 Ozawa's answer
[550 Ozawa's answer]
Dinner, very rich, six dishes and one soup, Miss Yan can be said to show her cooking skills, put in a lot of effort, color, flavor, and taste.
The three children were very excited, and before they could cheer, Brother Ozawa was reminded by the deep and scrutinizing on Yan's mother's face, calmed down, and stepped forward to help put the chopsticks on the plate.
"Mommy, do you have something to ask me?" Xiao Ze's observation has always been excellent and amazing, and it is even said that except for Nangong Tou, Yan Xiaoyu has not yet come into contact with someone who is more than superior.
"Yes." Without turning a corner, Yan Xiaoyu got straight to the point, "What I asked was about the carved antique chair of the Qing Dynasty." â
Ozawa was stunned for a few seconds, and then as if he had made up his mind, he raised his head and said sincerely with a guilty face, "I'm sorry Mommy, I lied to you." â
Xiao Yu didn't expect the result of the interrogation to be so fast, because the other party was Ozawa's brother, and before cooking dinner, she thought of no less than five ways to induce torture or coerce questions, but she didn't expect that she hadn't asked, and Ozawa had already presented the answer in front of her eyes.
"Lie to me, about antique chairs?"
"Yes, I have something to hide from you Mommy."
"What is being hidden?" Unbuttoning the apron he was wearing, Yan Xiaoyu tried his best to make his expression as plain as possible.
"About the antique genuine thing...... Xiao Ze paused for a few seconds, raised his head suddenly, and said an answer that surprised Xiao Yu with a positive face, "That antique carved chair of the Qing Dynasty, in fact, in this world, there is no real thing at all." â
"What?"
The sentence was taken aback, and the action of untying the apron also stopped suddenly, and he turned his head incredulously and asked Ozawa, "You say, there is no real thing?" â
"That's right! That's right. An antique, in addition to a small part of those selfless donations to the state, generally, have to go through the experience of excavation and auction to auction, and this Qing Dynasty antique chair, in the auction house, although in the auction house with its material and techniques in line with the age conditions and was identified as genuine, but has always been clear about the identity and price of its reseller, but do not know its unearthed location and address, marked as ominous, Mommy knows why? Ozawa asked, calmly.
Xiao Yu turned his face and said nothing, waiting for his answer.
"Because, this chair has no unearthed location and location at all," Ozawa fixed his mind, "This chair was created by someone." â
Hearing this, Xiao Yu's eyes widened slightly, "You mean, someone's technology has reached the point where it is true and real, so he used the technology and superb techniques of the Qing Dynasty to create this chair, and also created this antique that has not appeared in the long history?" â
Ozawa didn't say anything, and lowered his eyes.
It goes without saying that this is a tacit approval of her speculation.
This kind of acquiescence made Xiao Yu feel extremely incredible, she shook her head, and asked, "What about this legendary thing, the so-called Qing Dynasty love thing?" â
"Gimmick." Ozawa continued, "The creation of a real antique requires too much effort and handwork, and it takes countless times to succeed, and the price of the antique carved chair in the Qing Dynasty cannot reach 10 million if it is coaxed, but with the meaning, there is an extra layer of collection value, and it is also a powerful thrust that can raise the price, this legend, like this chair, is the creator, hand by hand to create zĂ o! â
The words fell, Xiao Yuton, this time, it took three minutes to come back to his senses-
She opened her mouth and was about to ask about the fragments of the carved chair in her family's storeroom, only to hear Ozawa already speak, "The first real antique was indeed stolen and disappeared, but in this world, there is more than this one." â
"What do you mean......" Xiao Yu glanced at him and suddenly understood, "You know the person who created this so-called real antique, otherwise, you wouldn't have a second one, right?" â
"That's right, that's right, Mommy, you're very smart", Ozawa bowed, "The reason why it is called a real antique is because it is not a high imitation, it is a new creation, any identification method, can not see its flaws, treat it as a genuine product, but in fact, it has never existed in that era, so it is called a quasi-real, and as a quasi-real, the first condition is that it must only exist in one in this world, and it must not be overflowing, so that it can reflect its true value." I'm here, it's true that the second one is true, but the reason for making the second one is that the first one was accidentally damaged during transportation, and in order to preserve its value, it was decided to make the second one, but unfortunately, before it could be put into the security building, it was damaged by Zhuangzhuang......"
"Ozawa!" Xiao Yu squatted down, grabbed his shoulders and asked in a low voice, "Are you involved in this kind of fraud?" â
"Mommy, I only provide information and don't participate in the production process, besides, this is a creation, not a fake."
Xiao Yu woke up, "So, the friend you promised to make a high imitation for me is the one who created ZĂ o?" â
"That's right." Ozawa nodded, "So I told Mommy that you don't have to worry, because what is made from him is not a high imitation, it must be genuine!" â
"Ozawa!" Despite the shock, although it was a little incredible, Xiao Yu was still embarrassed, "Child, I know you would love to use your erudition and antique knowledge, but ...... You can't participate in this kind of activity anymore...... It's a crime......"
"Hmm......" After thinking for a while, Ozawa suddenly raised his head and asked with a serious and well-behaved face, "That...... The antique chair that Mommy ordered, don't you want it too? â
"This ......"
Thinking that the days of Wei'an's dead husband Tail Seven were not a few days away, Xiaoyu scratched her head and said a little weakly, "This...... Because it is useful, it ...... It's still needed for the time being......"
"But Mommy......" Brother Ozawa blinked his innocent eyes, "Creating zĂ o is the same as counterfeiting, it is a crime......"
"That'...... That's not the same......"
"What's the difference? What Mommy can do, why can't I? â
"This ...... This ......"
Miss Yan racked her brains to think of a reason, and finally, after scratching the cheeks of the ear-eared monkey, she suddenly clapped her hands as if she woke up, looked at her son, and said calmly, "Because you are still young, Mommy is already eighteen years old, and you are an adult......"
Brother Ozawa immediately blacked out -- hey, this reason is really a big husband, am I strong Mommy?
Miss Yan is also sweating for her shamelessness - such an education will ruin the baby's three views, Officer Yan!
Therefore, in order to make up for his sin just now and the educational mistakes he committed, Officer Yan added a question, "Zeze, have you contributed your knowledge and brain cells?" This chair was auctioned for tens of millions of dollars! â