Chapter 389: Counterfeit

"Is this from Qianlong?"
Chen Ze opened his mouth and asked with a stun. According to the information he just saw, isn't this Nima a high imitation fake product three years ago?
"Yes, during the Qianlong period, absolutely no problem." Hearing Chen Ze's words, the shop owner said confidently.
That look, Chen Ze had some doubts whether he had read it wrong.
He quickly discriminated again and looked at it again, and saw that the antique was still floating on the line: "High imitation antiques, produced three years ago, produced in Yucheng civilian-run tile kiln!"
Seeing this, Chen Ze frowned a bit.
Identifying eyes is a skill of stealing gods, and nothing can go wrong. So since it is not the identification eye that is wrong, the owner must be wrong.
However, the owner is so confident. So, he didn't know he was wrong, or?
"Chen Ze, what do you think of this?" Zhao Yamei asked again.
"Also, it's okay, but I suggest looking at the others." Chen Ze said. He is not good to say here that this is a fake, so say so, and let Zhao Yamei pick some other things.
"Okay." At the words of Chen Ze, Zhao Yamei nodded and looked at other things: "Boss, how about this one?"
"Miss Zhao, you have nothing to say, this one is a vase from Kangxi, 160,000." The shop owner smiled again.
Chen Ze quickly identified the eyes, then looked at it, and saw a line of text appearing on the vase: "A fake vase, produced seven years ago, was produced in Yucheng, a private ceramic tile kiln."
"Fake again." Seeing this line of words, Chen Zemuttered to himself, he began to have a little thought in his mind. If one is wrong, it can be said that the owner himself is also wrong. These two consecutive errors are wrong, then!
"Owner, what year is this? How much is it?" Chen Ze asked, and asked.
"Mr. Chen, you have a good vision. This is from the Ming Wanli period, and it is worth about 240,000 yuan."
"So, that?" Chen Ze pointed to the other one.
"This is also during the Wanli period, 220,000."
"What about this?" Chen Ze asked again.
"This is 200,000 during Qing Shunzhi years."
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Chen Ze constantly pointed at those antiques that were brought out by the shop owner and arranged for her in front of Zhao Yamei. The shop owner constantly introduced to Chen Ze.
According to the owner's introduction, these antiques do not seem to be in the early Qing dynasty, or in the late Ming dynasty, and even in the middle and early Ming dynasty. The price is not 150,000 hell, and the highest is even as high as 300,000 to 400,000.
But these are valuable antiques. Chen Ze looked at them with discrimination and found that they were all counterfeits, which were just high imitations made only these years.
Suddenly, Chen Ze understood the idea in the shopkeeper's heart.
One thing is wrong, and it can be said that you mistakenly mistakenly replaced it with a fake one.
The two words can barely be explained by accident.
But now, it turns out to be everything, everything is fake.
This is very obvious. Obviously, these are intentionally taken out by the owner, so that Zhao Yamei was deliberately selected to slaughter her.
After understanding this, Chen Ze was very angry.
One hundred thousand or two hundred thousand things are actually nothing to him now, but Chen Ze is very annoyed by the behavior of the owner. This is simply deceiving himself and Zhao Yamei as fools.
"How about Miss Zhao, Mr. Chen, which one do you fancy? If you fancy, I can give you two 20% off."
The shopkeeper said, with a smile on his face.
He didn't know at the moment that all of his things had been seen through by Chen Ze. He was proud of himself. He was proud that he could make a fortune this time. He had no idea that Chen Ze could see through his fakes.
"This, this I want." Zhao Yamei began, hesitating, not knowing which one to choose as her father's birthday present.
These things in front of her, she felt very good.
"Wait Amy, we don't need any of these."
At this moment, Chen Ze spoke and stopped Zhao Yamei.
At the words of Chen Ze, Zhao Yamei froze, the smile on the shop owner's face froze.
"What are you talking about? Chen Ze? No more?" Zhao Yamei froze, totally not expecting Chen Ze to say such a thing.
"Mr. Chen, are you dissatisfied with these things of me? If you have, I have other things here, which are also very good, and will ensure that you are satisfied with Mr. Chen." The owner also said, Said eagerly.
He thought it was a big fat sheep and he didn't want to lose him.
"None are satisfied, the owner of the goods is really the quality of what is true, you should know the best. Just like this, we don't want everything here." Chen Ze said softly.
With that said, Zhao Yamei was about to leave.
And when he heard Chen Ze ’s words, especially the true and false words in Chen Ze ’s words, the shop owner understood it a bit. He knew that it seemed that Chen Ze had seen the truth of these things, so he said ironically. .
Therefore, the shopkeeper's face also changed, and he said, "Ca n’t afford it, you ca n’t afford it. What is the authenticity of my stuff? It ’s like you can see the authenticity of these antiques. Are you not a boxer? You have developed brain waste on your limbs. Are you still a cultural person? Funny. "
In fact, when he heard Chen Ze's words, the owner should stop talking.
However, the shop owner couldn't swallow this breath, especially he thought he could make a lot of money today, who knows that he was penetrated by the fat sheep in his eyes, which made him a little embarrassed and angry.
When he heard what he said, Chen Ze's footsteps about to leave stopped.
He wasn't going to make things bigger, so he just said something vaguely.
Now, since the owner is so shameless, there is no need to give him a face.
"I just know." Chen Ze said, and said lightly to the owner, "These things you brought out, from Qianlong, Kangxi, Qing Dynasty, Ming Dynasty, are actually all these years, And they were all burned out by our city-run tile kiln, and they were all fakes. The fakes were a few hundred dollars at most. How dare you take them out and sell them so expensive? Are you a fool? "
Hearing Chen Ze's words, Zhao Yamei then knew what had happened, her face suddenly changed.
This shop owner is the same. I never expected that Chen Ze could really see it all, so his face changed a little.
But soon, he recovered. Haha laughed out loud: "Funny, it's funny. You dare to say that all of these are fakes? What qualifications do you have to say this? You know I opened it here How long is the shop? I tell you, even if you have been playing with antiques for decades, you ca n’t tell which ones are real and which are fakes. But it ’s ridiculous that you dare to swear like this. Now. "
The shop owner reacted to it ~ EbookFREE.me ~ He thought that Chen Ze could never see it. Even a person who has decades of experience in collecting antiques can hardly tell whether it is genuine or fake.
A Chen Ze, a boxer in his early twenties, why did he see it.
Therefore, the shop owner felt that as long as Chen Ze could not see, his things were real, then he would do. Chen Ze had absolutely nothing to refute.
"Really? Then do you dare to bet with me?" Chen Ze said lightly.
"What bet?" The owner said.
"Just bet if I can see it." Chen Ze said. "It's just fakes. Seeing these things is nothing to me at all."

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