Zhong Liang remembers that Taishan Pavilion is a national chain store, with almost every second-tier city having a store, and this Taishan Pavilion is almost the largest antique market in China.

However, antiques are too watery. It is absolutely impossible for this small branch to say that it cannot find a fake.

"Oh, isn't this Miss Qi?

How can I have time to visit my shop today?”

A fat man wearing a gold necklace around his neck walked quickly to the door. The fat man had a flattering smile on his face, and the flesh on his face was trembling when he smiled.

The fat man was wearing loose Tang suits and his clothes were like huge buckets, covering him. He had a pair of cloth shoes on his feet, and his whole dress looked extremely alternative.

And there is no one else in this store except this fat man.

"Boss Jin, I'm here to take a look."

Qi Meng had a harmless smile on her face.

The fat old Jin grinned: "Hehe, what kind of thing does Miss Qi want to buy?

I'll recommend it to you?"

"No, I'll just watch it myself."

Qi Meng waved his hand: "By the way, Boss Jin, what you said last time, there are no fakes in your store. If no customer finds a fake, if one fake is compensated ten, will you still count on this?"

Hearing this, the fat man Lao Jin was stunned, and the flesh on his face became a little stiff.

Qi Meng's words are too obvious.

"Hahaha, Miss Qi is thinking of coming to find fault with me in this small shop?"

Fatty Lao Jin asked with a smile.

Qi Meng replied: "Just say whether your previous words are counted!"

"hey-hey."

Lao Jin smiled strangely: "Of course, I will count. If Miss Qi can find a fake product here, I will compensate you ten times the original price."

"Okay, then I'll just go around casually, you can go there."

Qi Meng waved her hand at Lao Jin.

Lao Jin smiled helplessly and returned to his desk tactfully.

"Zhong Liang, I'm working."

Qi Meng turned her head, and a snickered on her face.

Zhong Liang seemed speechless. He turned his head to look at the fat man named Boss Jin. The latter lowered his avatar and was playing with his mobile phone, with a calm look on his face, as if he was not worried that Qi Meng could really find a fake here.

The entire store only has one floor, but Zhong Liang found that there seemed to be a compartment behind the store.

There are a wide range of items in the store, and Zhong Liang found that most of the things in the store are good goods.

There are the Tang Dynasty's "Picture of the Palace of Wangshu", the Ming Dynasty carved green and white jade cups with dragon patterns, and the Yuan Dynasty blue and white vases. These things are all authentic. Zhong Liang's eyesight can naturally be seen at a glance.

In fact, Zhong Liang did not have a deep study of antiques, but at the six-story built-in mansion in his master's residence, Zhong Liang saw many strange things, and Zhong Liang had a brief understanding of these things.

Of course, Zhong Liang's ability to distinguish these things is not much different from that of knowing jade. He uses his internal strength to distinguish the authenticity of things.

If it is something that is not long enough, after Zhong Liang touches it, there will not be too much internal energy in his body.

But if it is something relatively long or of excellent quality, Zhong Liang can feel that the internal strength in his body will surge quite violently.

With this trick and Zhong Liang's shallow antique knowledge, he can easily tell the quality of a thing.

However, what surprised Zhong Liang was that he had not seen any object that made him suspicious.

This is enough to show that either most of the store are genuine, or the fakes are too finely made and are fake.

So Zhong Liang touched each object one by one.

Here are high-quality jade, porcelain, calligraphy and painting, accessories, and even ancient swords.

There were a whole room full of dazzling displays. Zhong Liang looked at it one by one. After more than ten minutes, he could not find a fake.

Qi Meng, who was walking slowly behind him, was a little impatient.

"I said Zhong Liang, are you okay?

If you can't tell it, then let's go somewhere else to play!"

Qi Meng said with a pout.

Zhong Liang didn't say anything, and suddenly, he stopped in front of a picture.

This is a landscape painting from the Ming Dynasty, painted by a less-known author, called "Lushan Dingxian". The reason why it is seen from the Ming Dynasty is because of paper.

However, this painting was too clear, which made Zhong Liang feel a little strange.

Walking to this picture and taking a closer look, Zhong Liang reached out and pinched both sides of the drawing paper. Then, a light curve appeared on the corner of his mouth.

“Finally found.”

Zhong Liang said.

Qi Meng's expression changed and she looked at the painting in front of Zhong Liang: "Is this a fake?"

"Yes, that's true."

Zhong Liang nodded.

"What does it mean?

Yes, no, no! What does 'consider' mean?"

Qi Meng looked puzzled.

"You can find that boss Jin first."

Zhong Liang said to Qi Meng.

Qi Meng curled her lips and quickly walked towards the long table beside her.

"Boss Jin, stop playing, you have fakes here!"

Qi Meng shouted to the fat man Lao Jin.

After hearing this, the fat old Jin disagreed and still looked down at his phone with his head down, and replied casually: "Here you come."

The fat old Jin slowly stood up and walked towards this side, but he didn't even raise his head and was still playing mobile games with his head down.

In his opinion, it was absolutely impossible for a daughter like Qi Meng to find a fake here. Even if she happened to point out something, she couldn't tell what was wrong.

"Here, this painting is fake!"

Qi Meng pointed to the picture "Lushan Dingxian" in front of Zhong Liang and said.

The fat old Jin raised his head and took a look, his expression changed suddenly. He couldn't even care about the games on his phone, and stared at Qi Meng with a look of surprise.

After being stunned for a while, the fat old man, pretended to be calm and smiled: "Miss Qi, how is this painting fake?

Although the person who painted this painting was not a great man in the Ming Dynasty, it was a real Ming object, so don’t talk nonsense.”

"The outer layer is the authentic work of Liu Qingfeng, but the inner layer is a copy.

Moreover, the person who copied it was also a painter with strong brushwork, almost the same stroke, and even the lines were similar."

Zhong Liang turned his head and looked at the fat man Lao Jin: "Am I right?"

The fat old man's face changed, and he stared at Zhong Liang strangely. After a moment of silence, he squinted his eyes and asked, "Brother, experts! How did you see it?"

Zhong Liang smiled slightly: "The paper is not right. The layer of paper on the outside is very thin and transparent, but the paper inside should be made of coarse paper made from modern craftsmanship. Although it is deliberately made old, it can still be touched."

"Ha, it's light to put it. The workmanship of these two papers is the same. It would take many years to find the difference between the two papers in front and back with your hands.

Brother, I can't tell, I'm a little capable!"
Chapter completed!