Ten minutes later, beads of sweat appeared on Li Shujie's forehead, and his hands became hesitant.
Another ten minutes passed, and his expression turned ugly. The corner of his eyes unconsciously glanced towards Gong Yu, as if he was guessing something.
Gong Yu did not urge Li Shujie, but just picked up the teacup again and drank it slowly, waiting for him to give the result.
Another ten minutes passed before Li Shujie sighed, put down the bowl, and concluded, "Although this bowl is very well-protected, it's not genuine. It's only worth one dollar at most."
This dollar is given because the defense is quite good and it has a certain ornamental value.
If he were a real antique collector, he probably wouldn't give a penny and would even smash the bowl on the spot in anger to avoid tarnishing the antique world.
Gong Yu smiled with satisfaction, picked up another painting and handed it to Li Shujie, "Would you like to take another look at this painting?"
This time, Li Shujie became more cautious.
He understood deeply that Gong Yu's intention was probably not what he had initially thought.
This time, he did not spend so much time, but instead went into the appraisal with the mentality that "this is a fake painting" and quickly came to a conclusion.
"Although the ink on this painting is deliberately aged, the seal is not engraved correctly, so it is also a replica and is only worth one dollar at most."
When Li Shujie said this conclusion, his eyes were full of passion as he looked at Gong Yu.
He didn't wait for Gong Yu to take out something again, and asked urgently: "Xiao Yu, are all these things in the sack fake?"
Gong Yu nodded.
Li Shujie was stunned: "How is this possible?"
He was well aware that there were fakes in the antique shop.
Some are placed intentionally by unscrupulous merchants, and some are imitations that are so realistic that we fail to identify them due to negligence.
So, he was not wondering why there were so many fakes, but was wondering how Gong Yu managed to identify so many fakes in just one day.
If he hadn't been identifying this antique with the belief that it was fake, it would have been impossible for him to give a result in such a short time.
It is easy to identify fakes, but it is extremely difficult to distinguish the real ones.
When the true and false are mixed together, it becomes extremely difficult to identify them one by one and finally give a definite answer.
Gong Yu looked at Li Shujie's surprised expression and said nothing. She put the two antiques back into the sack.
But the more Gong Yu remained silent, the more mysterious she seemed, which deeply aroused Li Shujie's curiosity and made his heart feel as if thousands of ants were crawling around.
"Xiaoyu, how did you manage to identify so many counterfeits in such a short time?"
In the end, Li Shujie couldn't resist his curiosity and asked about his doubts. But after asking, he felt that his behavior was a bit hasty and quickly apologized: "Sorry, I'm just curious, I didn't mean to ask."
In the antique world, everyone has a different way of identifying antiques.
There are even schools of thought, and one needs to become an apprentice to have the opportunity to access higher-level identification methods.
It is very impolite to casually ask others for methods.
"It's okay." Gong Yu smiled and didn't mind.
She really wanted to tell Li Shujie her method, but she was powerless.
You can't say that my eyes have changed and can see the energy glow of antiques, right?
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