Chapter 159: It Can’t Be More Fake
A snuff bottle bought for 500 yuan could probably be sold for a considerable price at a better auction.
Although this amount of money may not be as much as a star earns from shooting a few episodes of a TV series, for ordinary people, it may be able to reduce a lot of pressure on mortgage and car loans.
A normal person would think that since they bought it with their own money, it is their own thing and they have no obligation to hand it over to the country.
Xu Zhao never expected that she had not had the chance to hint to Qiao Zhijing about the final ownership of the snuff bottle in his hand.
Instead, he very consciously said that he would hand over the snuff bottle to the country.
With such social skills, it is no wonder that he can have a thriving career in the entertainment industry.
Now many stars, once they become famous, like to do things that violate the law, such as not paying taxes when they should and sleeping like crazy when they shouldn’t.
There are probably not many stars like Qiao Zhijing who can still care about the country and have such a high ideological awareness.
"What are you planning? I remember you bought two things at that stall. Are they both from the lost batch of cultural relics?"
"The incense burner is, but the jade pendant is not. As for what to do, I will keep the jade pendant for myself, and after the show is over, I will give the incense burner to Sister Yici."
Since Brother Qiao already had the same idea as her, she could tell him everything. If he didn't want to, she couldn't impose her will on him.
"Okay, then after this episode is over, help me give the snuff bottle to Miss Wu."
"OK."
"Sister Zhaozhao, Brother Qiao, what are you two talking about?" Jin Suiran walked behind them without them knowing.
Xu Zhao smiled lightly: "We are talking about some national affairs."
In order to get past this topic, Xu Zhao said bluntly: "Do you two still want to go shopping? If not, let's go back and gather together."
Jin Suiran was confused, but she also knew that it was better not to ask questions about some things, so she decided, "We have been walking around for several hours, and our eyes are tired. Let's go back."
She tilted her head and glanced at the camera behind her. Since Sister Zhaozhao didn't tell her directly, the fewer people who knew about this, the better.
Since the decision had been made, the four of them turned back immediately.
On the way back, Xu Zhao took out her cell phone and sent a message. She told Wu Yici about Qiao Zhijing's thoughts.
"Sister Zhao Zhao, can you help me look at this calligraphy and painting?"
On the way back, Jin Suiran couldn't wait to take out the calligraphy and painting he had just found and show it to Xu Zhao for appraisal, wanting to test Xu Zhao's opinion on whether the painting was real or fake.
In order to take a closer look, Xu Zhao stopped and opened the scroll. A faint scent of tea passed by her nose. The smell was very light, but she still caught it with her sensitive sense of smell.
Looking at the whole painting again, there is the most common landscape ink painting on the paper. There is a poem in the upper right corner. The handwriting is so sloppy that Xu Zhao can't recognize it. The left side of the ancient poem is printed with seals of various sizes, which makes it seem that it has been collected by many celebrities.
Jin Suiran saw that Xu Zhao was looking at her closely, blinking his eyes rapidly, and looked a little nervous.
"Sister Zhao Zhao, how is it?"
The other three people stopped with Xu Zhao, all of them craned their necks in her direction and tilted their ears to listen to Xu Zhao's analysis.
After seeing Xu Zhao shaking his head, Jin Suiran became visibly depressed, with her shoulders drooping and her head dropping as well.
She had chosen this item herself, and she thought that with so many stamps on it, it must be authentic.
When she bought the painting, the program team only provided her with 500 yuan, so she haggled with the boss for a long time before she successfully bought it.
God knows, she has never had to worry about food and clothing since she was a child, and has never worried about money. When buying things, she never asks the price, but only considers whether she likes it or not. This kind of bargaining is really the first time in her life in the past 20 years.
The moment she successfully bargained, she felt an overwhelming sense of accomplishment, and she thought she had made a good deal.
Now seeing Xu Zhao shaking his head to deny that this landscape painting was authentic, she was shocked. She bought a fake for 500 yuan, and it was not her who made a profit, but that black-hearted boss.
Xu Zhao explained: "Ask if there is a faint bitter smell of tea leaves on the drawing paper."
She held the scroll in her hand in front of the three people, and upon hearing her, the three people put their noses close to it.
"Is there?" Tang Qianshuo looked confused, his nose was sore from breathing in air, and all he could smell was the smell of moldy paper.
"If you smell it carefully, it really seems to smell like tea leaves."
When Qiao Zhijing has free time on weekdays, he often lies on the rocking chair in his yard, drinking tea and reading.
He was quite sensitive to the smell of tea. After sniffing it carefully, he could indeed vaguely smell the scent of tea.
"Sister Zhao Zhao, is there anything wrong with the taste?"
Jin Suiran was so sad that she wanted to cry but had no tears. She just wanted to die with peace of mind.
Xu Zhao: "Of course there is a problem. Look at the yellowing of the paper. At first glance, it seems that it must have been quite old to have this color."
The three of them nodded quickly.
That’s right, at that time they were also hesitant about whether this was a genuine product. The boss asked them to look at the color of the paper and told them that paper would turn yellow after being left for a long time.
After being fooled by the boss, they finally thought that this was the authentic product, and Jin Suiran decided to buy it immediately.
"Touch the yellowed area again. Do you feel that the paper is brittle? Don't you suspect that this is the effect of the tea leaves drying up?"
Xu Zhao's words were like a sharp arrow, piercing Jin Suiran's heart.
"Sister Zhaozhao, is there anything else?" Let the storm come even harder, she can withstand it!
"And these seals, can you tell who is printed on them?"
If it is a famous painting, it must have been circulated among the nobles in ancient times, and it would naturally have the seal of a very famous person.
It is like an ancient emperor who loved to stamp seals on calligraphy and paintings, sometimes he could stamp more than 20 seals on a painting.
But the thing is, the tents on the painting in my hand are not familiar at all, and even the poem written on it is hard to tell what it means even with more than ten or twenty years of experience.
“This painting cannot be more fake.” Xu Zhao finally gave a very heartbreaking conclusion.
The forgery of this painting was very crude; Xu Zhao, a layman, could barely tell it. If the forgery was more sophisticated, I'm afraid there would be nothing he could do about it.
But she hadn't said anything more unpleasant yet.
Anyone who knows about cultural relics will not be fooled by this painting. The stall owner who bought this painting probably thought Jin Suiran was a sucker.
Fortunately, the program crew only gave her 500 yuan, so she wasn't cheated that much. If they had given her 110,000 yuan, she would probably have been fooled by the boss and would have given it all away without hesitation.
"Sister Zhao Zhao!"
Jin Suiran pouted, looking unhappy.
She was penniless now and couldn't buy anything on the street.
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