"When I tore it open, I realized the copybook was fake."

Mr. Feng's words made everyone stunned. They didn't know how he could be so sure.

"Brother Ren, you should know that I am a teacher by profession, and I have been dealing with books and paper almost all my life."

At this time, Mr. Feng had a bitter smile on his face and slowly explained: "The copybook looks old, so I can't tell anything about it. But when I tore the paper open and saw the cut, I knew it."

Everyone quickly looked around and saw that the torn area was a little white. Suddenly, everyone had some understanding.

"You have also seen it. Although I don't know how the outer layer of the copybook became old, but the real old paper, with its yellowish color, should be consistent inside and outside, full of traces of time. Unlike this copybook,

The yellowing is just on the surface."

Mr. Feng sighed: "I am really old, and my senses have become dull. If I were young, I would be able to tell whether the paper is new or old by just touching it."

Mr. Feng himself had such experience, so his judgment naturally left everyone speechless. Moreover, it also directly proved that Wang Guan and Yu Feibai's identification was correct.

Hearing Mr. Feng's sigh, the study became quiet again.

After a while, Mr. Ren wanted to dispel the slightly heavy atmosphere and planned to change the topic to a lighter topic. He would never mention the copybook. Instead, he pointed at the exquisite snuff bottle on the table and said with a smile: "Brother Feng, I never mentioned it before.

I know you have this hobby. These things do look very exquisite and pleasing to the eye."

"Haha, I only fell in love with it in the past two years."

A smile appeared on Mr. Feng's face. He threw the copybook that was torn in half into the corner like garbage. Then he picked up a snuff bottle and rubbed it gently. His brows also seemed to relax a bit.

"In the beginning, it was my child who was working in Guangdong Province. In order to celebrate my birthday, I specially found someone to order a pair."

While talking, Mr. Feng picked out the pair of snuff bottles for everyone to watch.

Wang Guan took a look and saw only two snuff bottles. They were both glass bottles with painted interiors. They were small and exquisite, very delicate and beautiful.

On one of the snuff bottles, someone painted a pattern of the Three Immortals of Fortune, Luxury and Shou on the inside of the bottle. On the other snuff bottle, a bust of Mr. Feng was painted, with a very clear look of kindness and kindness.

"It's a good thing. When I read it, I didn't really pay much attention to it. At most, I was happy for the child's filial piety."

At this time, the smile on Mr. Feng's face became more intense. And his tone became very natural: "However, later on, my students thought I liked it and gave me some one after another. Slowly, I also really

I fell in love with it.”

It can be seen that Mr. Feng really likes it. When it comes to snuff bottles, his demeanor is completely different. The people next to him are also discerning. If they don't follow his wishes, they will not think of the copybook again.

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"Mr. Feng, these snuff bottles of yours seem to be all painted inside. You specialize in collecting this type. What's the point?" Yu Feibai asked curiously.

Snuff bottles have been circulating since the Qing Dynasty, and the origin of the painted pot should be during the Qiankun period. It seems that a young monk saw a man using a small spoon to dig out the snuff remaining at the bottom of the pot. On the pot

There were traces left on the body, so I was inspired to paint the pot inside.

In any case, the inner-painted bottle is a large branch of snuff bottles, but in a sense, the inner-painted bottle has been separated from the snuff bottle and has become a unique handicraft.

Generally speaking, the material of the inner-painted pot is made of crystal or glass.

Now, most of the painted pots that Mr. Feng places on the table are made of glass. Some of them are crystal clear under the sun, and coupled with the exquisite and elegant small murals, they are a masterpiece.

At the same time, after hearing Yu Feibai's inquiry, Mr. Feng said with a smile on his face but a somewhat strict tone: "Because the inner-painted snuff bottle is different from other snuff bottles, it has a distinctive feature."

"I know that some people who make snuff bottles, for the sake of convenience and trouble, will directly use stickers, print patterns on the body of the snuff bottle, and then bake it. However, this method is not suitable for internally painted bottles. Therefore, each internally painted snuff bottle , they are all craftsmen who use special brushes to outline the pattern bit by bit, and finally the creation is completed."

Mr. Feng said very seriously: "Yes, I think they are creating just like Brother Ren is painting. The difference is that Brother Ren is using a brush to splash ink on the rice paper, while the master who paints pots inside is painting in square inches. space, detailed description.”

"Brother Feng, you are absolutely right."

Mr. Ren nodded and agreed: "As long as you put your heart and energy into it, it can be called creation, and what you make is a work of art."

"Everyone, look, these things of mine have been carefully selected. The shapes, materials, pictures, and colors can all be called fine products." At this moment, Mr. Feng beamed with smiles, as if to show off, and put each one of them together. The inner-painted pot is placed in the center of the table for everyone to watch carefully.

Everyone also accommodated themselves, picked up an inner-painted pot one after another, and started playing with it gently.

During this period, Wang Guan saw an interior-painted pot with a bouquet of orchids outlined on the wall. Several orchid leaves were slightly spread out, as if they were swaying in the wind, which was very charming.

When the king looked at it, he felt that this bouquet of orchids seemed to be a pattern in an ancient painting, full of ancient style. At that moment, he picked up the painted pot and appreciated it carefully.

As soon as you put your hands on it, the small body of the pot fits tightly into your palm, and when you put your fingers together, it is completely wrapped up.

The feeling of dexterity and lightness made Wang Guan feel very comfortable. However, at this time, he vaguely felt that there seemed to be something wrong with this inner-painted pot.

With a bit of confusion, Wang Guan frowned slightly, slowly played with it, and turned the inner-painted pot in his hand. Suddenly, he saw words on the bottom of the inner-painted pot.

"Guangxu Year System!"

After taking a closer look, Wang Guan was stunned. Isn't it said to be a handicraft? How come there is such a mark?

For a moment, Wang Guan became a little confused. It was at this time that he realized why he felt something was wrong just now. It was because the inner-painted pot had a restrained color and did not have that new light.

That new and bright light, which is the so-called thief light and fire light, as long as it is new, it will definitely have such a new and bright luster. Only as time goes by, this luster will slowly dim and converge.

However, when the object's new shine is restrained, if it is played with for a long time, the object will emit another luster, which is the so-called patina.

Now, Wang Guan felt a layer of faint and calm coating on the inner-painted pot in his hand.

In this way, a problem arises. Mr. Feng has clearly said that these painted pots are handicrafts, but Wang Guan thinks they are antiques. Then one of them must have made a mistake.

"It's not like I made a mistake."

Wang Guan was the first to doubt himself, and then carefully looked at the inner-painted pot. However, no matter how he looked, he could not see the freshness on the pot, let alone the impetuous tones and dry texture that new things should have. Instead, he felt that this inner-painted pot

The luster of the pot is restrained, unobtrusive, and has a warm color. It is clearly something from a long time ago and can be called an antique.

Suddenly, Wang Guan couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Feng, who told you that these pots with inner paintings are handicrafts? Or maybe you think they are just handicrafts."

Everyone was startled, a little confused.

At the same time, Yu Feibai also asked strangely: "Wang Guan, what do you mean by this?"

"Look at this..."

As Wang Guan spoke, he turned over the pot with inner paintings in his hand so that everyone could see the words underneath clearly.

"Guangxu year system?" Yu Feibai also became surprised and suspicious.

"That's what you said." When Mr. Feng saw this, he immediately smiled and said: "This is a fake, just like the copybook just now, it is a fake. It's just that one is deliberately cheating money, and the other is in a retro style."

While speaking, Mr. Feng was also filled with emotion: "Speaking of which, these two things seem to be imitating the ancient times. They seem to be similar, but the essence is completely different. It is true that the world is declining and people's hearts are no longer ancient."

"Brother, you have to be more open-minded." Mr. Ren quickly comforted him and glanced at Wang Guan, as if to blame him for causing Mr. Feng's sadness.

"Imitation?"

At this time, Wang Guan frowned, lowered his head naturally, and activated his special ability. Intangible treasure energy surged out, and he also received waves of fluctuating feedback.

In an instant, Wang Guan smiled softly, and then, with everyone's surprised eyes on them, he picked at the table, took a dozen pots with inner paintings to one side, and arranged them together.

After that, Wang Guan smiled calmly and said: "Fei Bai, do you still remember the lesson from the Dragon Tiger Mountain Hotel and the December Flower God Cup?"

"The truth is hidden in the fake!" Yu Feibai was stunned for a moment, then reacted immediately and said in surprise: "You mean, these painted pots are real...ah, no, they are real antiques?"

"If it is an antique or a modern art piece, can't you tell if it is placed separately now?" Wang Guan said with a smile: "Actually, you will know after a little comparison. The painted pots inside the modern handicraft are colorful and very vivid. Especially the

The portraits are lifelike and full of modern sketch style."

"However, the antique painted pots and murals here have relatively simple and unpretentious patterns. Whether they are landscapes, animals, or plants and flowers, the style is more freehand and has the characteristics of the times."

At this point, Wang Guan was also a little puzzled and said: "So, I asked Mr. Feng, are these inner-painted pots really bought at the price of modern handicrafts? If that is the case, you must tell me where to buy them.

Yes, I’ll go over and buy some right away.”

"Antique painted pot..."

After Wang Guan's words, everyone was stunned and in disbelief. Suddenly, there was a feeling of twists and turns. After a long time, Mr. Ren couldn't help but asked: "Wang Guan, are you telling the truth?"

"It seems true." Yu Fei replied in vain. He picked up an inner-painted pot, observed it carefully, rubbed it with his fingers, and even took out a magnifying glass to study it bit by bit.

"Wang Guan, I told you right again."

After a moment, Yu Feibai smiled bitterly, shook his head and said, "Your eyes are so sharp, no wonder you picked up so many mistakes."
Chapter completed!