"If I say this is fake, will I get kicked out?" Nangong Jue lowered his voice, but the two people next to him still heard him.
"How is that possible?" Mei Yehan frowned.
"The most distinctive feature of Yuan Dynasty blue and white porcelain is its rich composition, with multiple layers that are not chaotic. This one depicts a phoenix amidst peonies, and Yuan Dynasty blue and white porcelain often leaves white edges on the peony petals..." Nangong Jue pointed to a few peony flowers above, "But not here... Also, Yuan Dynasty blue and white porcelain was mainly produced in Jingdezhen, and the bottles and jars there were made using a segmented body construction, which was then joined together with clay. The joints would have raised areas, giving an uneven feel, but the outside would be polished, while the joint marks on the inner wall would be clear..."
Mei Yehan had also studied Chinese culture, but he didn't know much about antiques. Now, after hearing what Nangong Jue said, it seemed to make a lot of sense.
After finishing speaking, Nangong Jue took off his gloves and put them down, then turned and went back.
Mei Yehan frowned slightly, then followed him downstairs.
The others started to have doubts. If it was fake, they couldn't offer too high a price; after all, it was just a good deed.
The auction begins with a starting bid of $100,000, and each bid must be at least $100,000 higher.
Many wealthy people internationally have a strong preference for Chinese goods, especially antiques, but they are unsure whether they are genuine. Nangong Jue's words just now made those people mutter to themselves, after all, they really don't understand.
So when the start was announced, no one followed up with a bid. In the end, it was Nangong Jue who raised his sign.
"Didn't you say it was fake?" Mei Yehan lowered his voice.
“This is a charity gala. I haven’t bought anything before, so I have to spend some money, right?” Nangong Jue smiled. “Even if this last item is just a pile of toilet paper, I’ll still raise my paddle.”
While Nangong Jue was busy with his work, Le Yao's interrogation of He Rong finally came to a conclusion. He Rong had initially claimed to be Nangong Jue's mother and cursed these people for not being able to lay a hand on her. However, when she saw that the interrogators were unmoved and even used methods against her, she completely backed down and tearfully confessed everything.
She went to the coffee shop purely out of boredom, because her son wouldn't answer her calls or see her. She wanted to find a way to lure him over, so she racked her brains in the coffee shop. In the end, the only trick she could come up with was to pretend to be sick.
She originally wanted to fake illness, but then she felt that if she did, she probably wouldn't even be able to fool Uncle Bai, so she decided to go all out.
As for that mysterious man, she genuinely didn't know him.
However, just as she was leaving, she bumped into a man. She was about to yell at him, but he was very sincere and looked quite masculine, so she didn't get angry. Instead, she chatted with him for a few words and then left.
She deliberately didn't wear a scarf when she went out, and after returning home, she didn't eat. Instead, she took a cold shower for an hour and caught a cold, which became quite severe and developed into pneumonia...
"She didn't lie?" Le Yao felt somewhat conflicted about this outcome.
“Impossible.” Tao Qing shook his head. “The interrogation equipment and methods here are the most advanced. Even the most determined person couldn’t last ten minutes.”
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