After thinking about this, Chen Shicheng couldn't help but shook his head in disappointment.

At this time, the crowd who came to watch saw Chen Shicheng shaking his head, and they also started talking.

"This old man wants to find a second authentic piece in such a short time?"

"I think it might be because of the bronze sword just now that gave him the information!!"

"It seems that the old man was just lucky before. Did you see that? Master Chen Shicheng started shaking his head..."

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After seeing this scene, people shook their heads in disappointment. They had originally thought that they could learn some techniques for identifying antiques by following the old man.

Naturally, Lin Fengxing could not escape these discussions, but he was not annoyed by them. After taking a few glances, he directly began to ask the store about the prices.

"If you want it, I'll give it to you at a lower price. Just take the 30,000 and go!"

The shopkeeper thought for a moment and finally gave a price.

When people heard the price, they couldn't help but widen their eyes. What a joke.

It’s really not worth spending 30,000 yuan to buy a fake. Didn’t you see Master Chen shaking his head just now?

Although this fake appears to be well-painted, it has no collectible value at all.

After hearing the store's offer, Lin Fengxing nodded slowly, still ignoring the discussions of the crowd.

Seeing this, Lin Ruoran on the side started to prepare to pay. This time she did not bargain with the store owner and directly paid him 30,000.

Because in Lin Ruoran's opinion, even if the painting was fake, spending 30,000 was not a lot. After all, before this, his great-grandfather had made a lot of money and had bought a priceless Tai'a sword. Spending 30,000 was no problem, but if it was real, wouldn't he make money again?

The exchange of money and goods represents the success of the transaction. The store owner cannot regret it, and the buyer naturally cannot regret it either. This is the rule of the antique market.

After buying the painting, Lin Fengxing smiled and nodded, then he asked the shopkeeper if he had a knife.

After hearing this, the shopkeeper became a little confused, but he did not ask any questions. He just took out a handmade knife from the drawer and handed it to Lin Fengxing.

Seeing this, Chen Shicheng, who was about to leave, stopped again. He didn't understand what the old man was doing.

After Lin Fengxing received the handmade knife from the shopkeeper, he immediately began to cut the edge of the painting.

When the onlookers saw this, their faces twitched and their minds were filled with doubts and guesses.

But they all thought the old man was wasting money. They had spent 30,000 yuan to buy a fake painting, but the old man had slashed it with a knife. Even if you have money, you can't do this. Isn't this ridiculous?!

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On the side, Lin Ruoran was also very confused when she saw her grandfather's behavior, but she didn't say anything. Anyway, as long as her grandfather was happy, that was better than anything else.

After seeing the old man's actions, Chen Shicheng seemed to have thought of something. He suddenly widened his eyes and looked incredulous.

"Could it be... could it be that there is... a layer inside this painting?"

After hearing what Chen Shicheng said, people were a little confused. Mezzanine?

It's just a painting, and a fake one at that. What kind of hidden meaning can it have?

At this moment, Chen Shicheng's occupational disease was once again revealed to everyone, and then he began to explain to everyone:

"In modern times, after obtaining the originals, the environment was very harsh and the paintings could not be preserved if they were not careful. So, in order to protect these national treasures, they covered them with another layer, but that layer was easily discovered to be a fake."

"But that's their purpose, to dispel the unreasonable wishes of those with ulterior motives."

After hearing Chen Shicheng's explanation, people were all stunned. Could it be that this painting was...

Not only did the onlookers feel incredible, even the painting shop owner was stunned when he heard it.

Lin Fengxing, who was standing by, acted as if he hadn't heard anything and continued to carefully scratch on the painting with a utility knife.

At this time, the crowd watching outside were quietly watching Lin Fengxing's actions through the window, while Chen Shicheng was squatting beside him, not daring to even breathe.

At this time, there was no sound in the entire antique shop, as if everyone was waiting for the final result.

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Lin Fengxing's hands were very steady, with almost no shaking. He found a corner and cut it open.

Then, he began to lift them up slowly, while also using a knife to separate them bit by bit.

"Am I seeing things? This... this is actually real. There really is another layer underneath this painting..."

"What the hell??? How on earth can you see that? It's clearly just covered with a thin film, how can you see that?"

"This old man is so amazing! It seems that the bronze sword he got wasn't just luck, but the old man really has this kind of strength..."

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