Mr. Ma paused, frowned and said:

"You mean, the title page and the inside pages are different?"

Lin Han nodded.

However, he has not yet explained.

Young Master Qin sneered:

"Lin Han, stop being so mysterious here?"

He gently picked up the title page of the book and folded it back and forth twice:

"Isn't it just that the cover of my book is real, but the inside is fake?"

"To tell you the truth, Lin Han, you are not the first one to say this. You are just trying to attract attention!"

Seeing that everyone was staring at him, Young Master Qin straightened his back and explained proudly:

"Ancient books are different from other old objects. For example, porcelain can be refurbished and glazed for maintenance, but ancient books are different. The title page is exposed to the outside all day long, so naturally the quality is worse than the inner pages."

He continued:

"Moreover, ancient books, especially those from the Song Dynasty, were carved with exquisite woodblocks, but the technology was backward. The title page and the inner pages did not use the same set of woodblocks, so it is normal for the fonts and strokes to be a little different!"

After Master Qin finished speaking, he looked at Lin Han provocatively.

Mr. Ma, Mr. Wang, and the Zhuang family father and daughter also turned to Lin Han, hoping that he could answer.

Young Master Qin is arrogant and domineering, but what he just said is true.

If Lin Han couldn't refute it, it would really be a publicity stunt.

It is indeed famous.

As everyone watched, Lin Han stood up slowly.

Without even looking at the ancient book, he said slowly:

“To identify ancient books, one must first look at their rhythm and secondly their form.”

"It goes without saying that all genuine ancient books have a long and ancient charm, which not only reflects the accumulation of time and history, but also has the aftertaste of the communication between literati and scholars across space."

"The shape includes the handwriting and strokes on all the pages of the ancient book, the typesetting and carving. The genuine ones are exquisitely carved, with smooth strokes and elegant handwriting."

"The main problem with your book lies in another form."

After walking around the sofa, Lin Han came to the front of the book, pointed at it and said.

Young Master Qin looked disdainful and snorted, "What shape?"

Lin Han pointed to the spine of the book and said loudly:

"In ancient my country, there were more than just thread binding for book binding. There were also scroll binding, folding binding, butterfly binding and back binding."

"Different binding methods and preservation methods are also different. For example, your collection of Wang Wengong's works is clearly a Song Dynasty book, but it uses thread binding, which was only available in the Ming Dynasty."

Upon hearing this, Master Qin's face immediately fell, and he said coldly:

"Thread binding appeared in the Ming Dynasty, but that doesn't mean my book is not from the Song Dynasty! Haven't you heard of binding by later generations?"

Lin Han ignored him and continued with what he had just said:

"It is also possible that this was someone from the Ming Dynasty onwards who bound the Song Dynasty books, but at the same time, they changed all the inner pages."

Boom!

Lin Han's words were like a thunderclap in the silent night sky, and the hearts of everyone in the study were all shaken.

"You only know that the title page and the inner pages are carved on different plates, and the strokes of the characters are different, but you don't know that when Wang Anshi compiled this book in the Southern Song Dynasty, he deliberately used mother and child carvings in order to make all the characters on the title page and the inner pages uniform!"

At this time, Lin Han had already sat back on the sofa. After he finished speaking, he looked at Master Qin with interest, as if he was watching a good show.

Young Master Qin first glanced at Lin Han, then said with a disdainful smile:

"You mean the handwriting is the same? There was no such woodblock printing technology in the Song Dynasty!"

Lin Han spread his hands:

"If you don't believe me, you can ask your experts."

He shrugged, his face showing helplessness:

"And, sorry, I want to tell you that this book was not bound by the Ming people, but by modern people."

"That is to say, your book is probably worth some money just on the cover, probably... a few hundred thousand!"

Young Master Qin was furious. He slammed his palm on the table, stood up, pointed at Lin Han and yelled:

"fart!"

"I'm only letting you see my stuff because I'm giving face to Zhuang Yao!"

"Who do you think you are?"

"Get lost!"

Zhuang Yao, who had already heard the clues, concluded that Master Qin's book was fake.

It's not that she knows a lot,

Rather, Zhuang Yao had inexplicably trusted Lin Han since the first time she saw him, and coupled with her cousin Yan Shi's background,

She always believed that Lin Han was a man of real ability.

But the Prince of Qin, boasting and vain,

Whatever people like this bring out looks fake.

"Qin Fei! Don't go too far!"

"Authenticity will be determined by its own judgment! You can't stand it when someone says your stuff is fake? Is there anyone like you who would let someone appraise treasures?"

No one expected that before Lin Han could say anything, Zhuang Yao stood up to block the knife for him.

Moreover, his attitude is so fierce.

Zhuang Yao is a soldier. Although he looks thin, he has an imposing aura and exudes murderous aura and threats.

Master Qin only confronted him for a few seconds before he gave in. He gritted his teeth and said in a rough voice:

"First of all, I'm not afraid of you!"

"Since you, Lin Han, said that my stuff is a fake, then you must explain it to me clearly!"

"Otherwise, I will make you pay double for the impact and economic losses!"

Having said that, he sat down again angrily and stared at Lin Han.

Lin Han had a calm and even indifferent expression:

"You just need to check whether Wang Anshi used alphabetic engraving when he compiled this book!"

He shook his head:

"The forger was very clever. He even made a different set of engravings just for you...hahahaha!"

After saying that, Lin Han picked up the tea on the table and drank it leisurely.

At this time, Mr. Ma and Mr. Wang, who had been looking up information, also got the news.

There was some excitement on their faces:

"Lin Han, I just asked a friend who participated in the auction of another Song Dynasty book... Indeed, Wang Anshi made a set of mother-and-child engravings at that time."

"impossible!"

Master Qin interrupted him with a loud shout.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Wang also echoed Mr. Ma and said:

"I also asked my friend, and it's exactly the same as what Lin Han said, the handwriting on the title page and the inner pages of Wang Wengong's collection of works are exactly the same!"

One person said that the book written by Mr. Qin was fake.

He doesn't believe it.

But now, both Mr. Ma and Mr. Wang say that his book is fake.

Master Qin had no choice but to accept it.

It should be said that from the beginning to the end, he had some doubts about the authenticity of this book.

It's just that the people around him never tell him the truth.

But today, he met a tough guy like Lin Han and just tore off his fig leaf.

Young Master Qin looked calm, but his hands were a little anxious.

He quickly put away the books on the table.

He glanced around and said:

"Today I have fallen into your hands!"

"Lin Han! Just wait and see!"

After saying this, he ran away without caring about everyone's expressions.

Everyone in the study room had a stern look on their faces.

It wasn't until Zhuang Yao laughed out loud that everyone started laughing.

Zhuang Yao was very interested and asked Lin Han many questions:

"Hey, how do you know that Wang Anshi made a set of mother-and-child engravings?"

"How can you tell that the handwriting on the title page of the book and the underwear are different when you haven't even looked at them?"

She pestered Lin Han,

Others were thinking about the details of what had just happened.

Mr. Ma regretted his behavior just now:

"If it weren't for Lin Han, I would have been in trouble today!"