As they remained deadlocked, Wilson grew impatient.

“Xiao, why do you keep stopping your wife from speaking? Since you are husband and wife, you should respect each other. Your wife says there is something wrong with this antique, so let her tell you the specific problem.”

Wilson spoke in Chinese this time, and everyone understood him.

Xiao Chenglin showed no surprise.

The others were surprised, but were too embarrassed to say so.

Wilson had always acted as if he couldn't understand their language at all, but today he showed an unusual side of himself.

What was he pretending for before?

No one bothered to think about what he was pretending for; most people focused their attention on Jiang Tian.

Since Wilson has brought this up, Jiang Tian has to show her real skills, otherwise she will become the biggest laughing stock today.

The gazes of the crowd were like sharp swords; most people would have turned pale long ago.

Jiang Tian's expression remained unchanged as she walked to the vase.

"Blue and white porcelain vases have always been treasures. If we could find a real one to give to you, Mr. Wilson, it would be a great gift. But you really can't take this vase back today. The warlord failed to find a real vase for you. It's his fault, but the mistake can't be allowed to continue. No one can bear the consequences."

Jiang Tian's opening remarks went unanswered.

Because many people think she's just putting on an act.

For a woman to say so much at such an important banquet, isn't she afraid of biting her tongue?

If she can't demonstrate any real talent or ability, their impression of her will definitely plummet.

“A genuine blue and white porcelain vase must have a natural shade and distinct layers of color that penetrates deep into the porcelain body. This blue and white porcelain may look fine at first glance, but if you look closely, the color of this vase is obviously not natural enough. Instead, it is shallow and lacks depth, and you can't feel the solidity of the color.”

Jiang Tian actually managed to say something, and everyone's eyes lit up.

Following Jiang Tian's instructions, they looked at the vase again, and suddenly it was as if their subconscious gave them a command: the color really didn't seem right.

Is it just psychological, or is Jiang Tian right?

Jiang Tian wasn't just talking nonsense; she started to speak with reason and evidence, so everyone's impression of her wasn't so bad anymore.

They all listened quietly as Jiang Tian continued.

"After looking at the colors, the second direction is to look at the patterns. Our culture has continued for thousands of years, and countless people have dedicated their lives to works of art. Antiques that have survived to this day must be the work of master craftsmen, and when truly famous craftsmen draw the lines for the patterns, the lines on the antiques must be smooth, vivid, and of appropriate thickness."

“Please look closely at the petals on this vase. At first glance, the petals appear remarkably fluid, giving a sense of brilliance. However, connoisseurs see more than just the intensity of the colors; they appreciate the harmony of the design in all aspects. While the lines of the petals on this vase are indeed even, look closely at this particular spot—”

Jiang Tian pointed to the bend in the line.

"If a master craftsman were to paint this bend, he would surely be able to depict a more meandering and flowing form, but at this moment, this place appears extremely stiff, even somewhat rigid."

The expressions on everyone's faces changed as they looked at the flower petals.

Some of them studied art, and art students are more sensitive to these lines and patterns.

Clearly, Jiang Tian was right. The pattern looked exquisite, but there was a stiffness and an error in the placement of the last part.

Jiang Tian has such a sharp eye, how did she figure that out?

Many people's impressions of her have changed again.

With such a profound understanding of art, Jiang Tian has transcended the realm of ordinary people.

Jiang Tian ignored the change in other people's attitudes towards her and continued with her explanation.

In full view of everyone, she suddenly picked up the vase and glanced at the inscription on the bottom.

"There's nothing really wrong with the signature, but on genuine leather, the signature must be neat, harmonious, and structurally sound. The signature on this bottle has a slightly loose feel, though it's very subtle. But if you look closely, the signature will eventually give it away."

Now that she's said all that, everyone already has their own opinion on her judgment.

Every point she made was precise, her words were devoid of any arrogance, and she was reasonable and well-founded, with evidence available everywhere. So what was there to doubt?

Jiang Tian stepped forward and pointed out that the vase was a fake, which could bring her trouble and result in her doing a thankless job and suffering losses instead.

But she still stepped forward.

She took a huge risk to tell them all this; she was definitely not joking.

So, the vase really is fake.

Jiang Tian continued her explanation: "Besides that, we should also take a closer look at the exposed areas. Please look carefully, everyone. In a genuine masterpiece, the exposed areas should have a warm, lustrous sheen, marks left by the passage of time. Time is the best healer. But look at the exposed areas of this vase. Even though they did some very meticulous repairs later, the texture of a genuine masterpiece is worlds apart from this sample. If you've seen a masterpiece before, and then look at this fake, you'll find it pale and rough, completely lacking the beauty of an antique that has been refined by time and history."

After she got to this point, no one dared to continue talking to her.

They initially thought she didn't know anything, but now they realized she was actually quite an expert.

The once noisy banquet has now fallen into an awkward silence.

Before Xiao Chenglin could speak, an old man wearing reading glasses walked over to the vase to continue examining it.

This old man is known to some; he's a big name in the industry, and at least he never takes money to lie.

After he finished reading, he stroked his snow-white beard and said to Xiao Chenglin, "That day, Xueyi asked me to help authenticate this antique. I happened to be busy, so I handed the task over to my apprentice. My apprentice used my name to make a rough judgment on this antique. I want to apologize to you; his judgment was wrong."

“Everything the lady said is true. This fake is quite old, but a fake is a fake, and it is completely different from the real thing. This vase is fake.”

No one spoke.

Jiang Tian's explanation had already moved them, and the old man's words confirmed this.

In an eerie silence, Xiao Chenglin finally spoke, looking at Wilson.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Wilson, we bought a fake. Don't worry, I will send someone to find the real, high-quality item as soon as possible and personally deliver it to your residence to apologize. As for the fake, I won't send it for now."

Xiao Chenglin's tone was still very sincere.

He reacted very quickly and took the gift back.

In fact, if he had listened to Jiang Tian, ​​he wouldn't have needed to go through this ordeal.