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Chapter 20: A thousand-mile embankment collapses in an ant nest!

"This atmosphere...why do I feel a little scared..."

"Why do I feel like I'm watching a suspense drama [face covering]"

"Hey, haven't you noticed? This real and fake plot seems to have been seen somewhere before!"

"Well...I know, I know...six-eared macaque!"

"0.0! Wucao! Don't tell me, it's true, but they didn't say these two things were fake!"

"You don't even have the basic qualities of a fan! You fake fan! Please get out of Shen Fei's live broadcast room!"

"It's not that we don't believe it, but why are the key anchors here? Mr. Yuan is holding a magnifying glass in front of him to observe carefully. How can Shen Fei directly conclude that the product he sells is fake from so far away?"

"Yes! Why?"

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The same question rang in the minds of everyone present.

Why does Shen Fei directly conclude that the product for sale is fake?

One thing can be said to be a hit or miss, but two things in a row are a bit outrageous.

After Mr. Yuan gave the suggestion that the auction was rejected.

This Ming Jiajing blue and white cone-handled vase also follows the footsteps of the previous birth mirror.

After the auctioneer announced that the auction had failed.

Everyone in the hall had strange expressions, and the venue seemed unusually quiet.

The auctioneer wiped the cold sweat from his forehead without leaving a trace.

In all her years of auction experience, she has never encountered such a situation.

"Well, it's a little unexpected. We will also conduct a comprehensive test on this Ming blue and white piece, and we will definitely give you a satisfactory answer! Here is the third item for sale today, a calligraphy calligraphy by Mr. Dong Qichang of the Ming Dynasty!"

"Dong Qichang's name?"

After hearing the auctioneer's words, the venue finally gained some vitality.

Soon, a staff member brought up a framed copybook.

Exposed to the public eye.

The auctioneer calmed down and introduced with a smile: "Dong Qichang must be familiar to you. As the leader of the four great masters of the late Ming Dynasty, Dong Qichang is a master of calligraphy and painting. After the appraisal of our experts, whether it is the age of the paper or the style of the calligraphy, it is indeed Dong Qichang. It’s authentic without a doubt!”

"The size of the copybook is 81*27 centimeters. The copybook is stamped with Dong Qichang's unique Dong family's Xuanzai seal. The base price is 1.8 million, and each increase in price must not be less than 100,000!"

Tons tons tons. . .

After the auctioneer introduces the sale information and announces the start of the auction.

There was no sound in the entire venue.

Everyone stared.

Then everyone turned their attention to Shen Fei in the back seat.

Mr. Yuan also looked over curiously.

I saw Shen Fei staring at the unfolded copybook on the stage without blinking.

"Huh?"

The Eye of True Sight operates on its own, but the scene in front of him makes Shen Fei a little confused.

There are only a few words in the entire copybook, and the final seal is glowing with fluorescence, while other areas of the copybook are dark.

"how?"

He saw an intriguing sound coming from Shen Fei's mouth.

Everyone in the room was a little curious.

After reading the entire copybook, Shen Fei realized that everyone's eyes were on him.

At the moment, he was a little confused and said: "What do you think I am doing? Make a bid!"

"Forehead……"

After hearing Shen Fei's words, everyone looked at each other, feeling a little embarrassed for no reason.

Damn, after all, I have been immersed in the antique industry for many years.

The price was determined by looking at the face of a young man who didn't know where he came from.

Emmmm…

"What do you think this copybook is worth?"

Someone asked Shen Fei impatiently.

Shen Fei thought for a while after hearing this, and then shook his head helplessly.

"I don't know the calligraphy, and I don't know the price, but only four characters in this copybook are Dong Qichang's original works. Oh, of course, the seal is also authentic!"

As soon as these words came out, the whole place was in an uproar.

"Real or fake? What do you mean that only four characters are Dong Qichang's original handwriting? Could it be that the other characters were written by him?"

"This is too mysterious. You can know it so clearly just by looking at it from such a distance? You really think you are a half-immortal!"

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"Grandpa, what does Shen Fei mean by this?"

Shen Fei's words made Yuan Xiaoyu a little confused.

"Shen Fei? Is his name Shen Fei?"

Hearing the girl's words, Mr. Yuan murmured.

"grandfather?"

"Ah? What did you say?"

Seeing that the old man looked distracted, the girl couldn't help but said coquettishly.

"Grandpa, you don't care about others at all! Let me ask, what does Shen Fei mean when she just said that only the four words and the seal are authentic?"

Hearing the girl's question, the old man's eyes shifted to the copybook in the field.

After thinking for a while, Mr. Yuan explained: "I guess what this guy means is that this copybook was ghostwritten by someone else. Dong Qichang himself may have left his handwriting on it. There should be no problem if the seal is genuine!"

"Ghostwriting?"

Upon hearing the old man's explanation, the middle-aged Confucian scholar next to him suddenly widened his eyes.

"Yes, ghostwriting often happens. Dong Qichang was so famous at the time that there were so many people asking for letters that he was overwhelmed, so he would naturally hire ghostwriters. Currently, Dong Qichang's known ghostwriters include Zhao Zuo, Seng Kexue and others. Most of them are He's his disciple, his style is very similar to his, it's hard to tell the clues if you're not careful!"

"Then how could Shen Fei be sure at a glance that this character was ghostwritten?"

The girl suddenly asked.

Mr. Yuan was stunned when he heard this.

"Who do you want me to ask..."

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After Shen Fei gave his own conclusion.

The auctioneer felt that he should come out to refute his point of view.

It's just that the words come to my lips but I can't speak them.

After the discussion was fruitless, everyone's attention immediately fell on Mr. Yuan.

The latter gave a helpless smile, knowing that he could not escape this disaster.

Without refusing, he stood up directly and came to the copybook.

Get out the magnifying glass and start identifying.

Everyone waited patiently for almost half an hour.

Mr. Yuan finally stopped what he was doing.

First, he cast a horrified look at Shen Fei.

Then he shook his head and refused to say whether it was true or false.

Just one sentence: "Alas, the auction failed!"

After finishing, he walked directly back to his seat.

"Hiss~"

Over and over again, no matter how confused you are, you should know what Mr. Yuan means.

The sound of gasps soon sounded throughout the hall.

confused!

anger!

Shock!

I really have mixed feelings.

Mr. Yuan did not say it clearly, but everyone knew that this was another antique whose authenticity could not be distinguished.

Although it is not determined to be fake, how can something so ambiguous and unable to be determined to be genuine be put on the auction stage.

Three pieces in a row!

The reputation that Jiali International Auction House has worked hard to establish over the past 20 years will be put under a big question mark by everyone.

"Wu Cao? Shen Fei, are you serious?"

"You won't be fooled again, right?? Isn't this nonsense!"

"Since when did this guy know so much about antiques? Why does he feel like Mr. Yuan is like a younger brother to him [face covering]"

"Don't, you're embarrassing those professional treasure appraisers like this!"

"Wow, it turns out this guy's main business is treasure appraisal! Singing together is really his hobby [face covering]"

"Did Superstar Fei go far away? He was crying..."

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