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"Then I will tell you the reason." Zhang Huaijin raised her mouth and smiled faintly. She was very confident, and that confidence made people wonder who was right.

"I guess there should be white lime here!" The service staff heard this and went to get white lime very sensibly.

Zhang Huaijin said arrogantly.

Zhang Huaijin's facial features are sharp and sharp. He frowned, and he was invisibly exuding a self-confidence aura that made people give way.

He walked in and picked up the controversial Jingtai porcelain, crossed the index and middle fingers of his left hand, and talked on it in a strange melody for ten seconds.

The fingers stopped, and the three experts on antiquities appraisal all had a pause, and they looked at Zhang Huaijin's eyes tightly.

"Have you heard anything strange?" Zhang Huaijin said lightly.

Although the people present were not experts in this field, they felt a lot of suspicion when seeing the experts' expressions a little strange.

They all watched Zhang Huaijin what to do next. Curiosity is human nature, and most of them still disagree with Zhang Huaijin.

After all experts have commented, what an outsider says is nothing.

"Is this a Qianhe hand?" One of the experts' eyes became clouded a little, as if he was thinking something in his mind.

After that, the expert came out: "Could it be that you think this Jingtai porcelain is covered?"

"Yes." Zhang Huaijin nodded.

"During the Ming Dynasty, officials were strong and prosperous, and one of them was called Baisheng, who collected antiquities from various places and transported them to the palace."

"But because of the high value of these antiquities, he became greedy. He called on a large group of porcelain craftsmen among the people to use some crude and shoddy porcelains with similar shapes to imitate the valuable porcelains to be transported to the palace. The same pattern on the layers."

"The Qianhezhi I did just now is that the later generations discovered Parkson's work specifically to identify whether it is genuine porcelain."

Zhang Huaijin explained the doubts of the people around him.

"White Lime is here." At this moment, the service staff who responded quickly to get the white Lime came over and walked to Zhang Huaijin and said.

"Thank you." Zhang Huaijin took it and sprinkled it directly on Jingtai porcelain, then grabbed the mineral water from others and poured it on the white lime.

In a short while, the white lime reacted with water and substances on the surface of the porcelain.

With the passage of time, gradually, the patterns of Jingtai porcelain gradually disappeared, and finally it became an uneven porcelain embryo.

"When using the white-wrap method, because it is made on the original porcelain, it needs a special material to fill and protect it, and this material just reacts with white lime and water."

"But generally real porcelain will not react when sprinkled with white lime and water."

Zhang Huaijin said every sentence.

As soon as these words were said, everyone's breathing was a screen.

It does make sense.

Many of the people present were not insiders, but they all felt that Zhang Huaijin's words were very reasonable, and they all looked at the three experts and waited for them to speak.

The three experts were struck by thunder and took a step back tacitly, especially the expert who spoke to Zhang Huaijin first, the one standing on the far left, staring at Zhang Huaijin.

This young man knows so much.

Is an insider.

And just now, just by observing from a distance, you can know the truth.

This cultural relic identification technique is three points better than the three of them.

"Although this Jingtai porcelain is not real, the wrapping technique is very clever, and it is also very difficult to see." Zhang Huaijin said lightly.

"Young man, great." Standing in the middle, regaining consciousness, praised.

"We took the liberty just now. You are indeed right. I hope you can forgive us."

The expert with a beautiful smile standing in the center said modestly.

The words fell, and the three bowed at the same time.

Others were shocked.

There is a written rule for antiquities appraisal. It is not bound by the law. It only represents a kind of respect for people who are more powerful than yourself, which is to bow to the other party you respect.

Anyone who has participated in an auction basically knows it.

Does this mean that the man in front of him who they thought was nonsense was three points better than these three experts.

"It's almost time for the intermission, so hurry up and continue the appraisal, so as not to delay the time when the auction is next."

Zhang Huaijin waved her hand, turned around and saw Su Qian, she looked at herself with a smile on her face.

He also smiled at her.

"Sir, can we know your name?" A man with such an excellent cultural relic identification technique, and even though he looks young, he still has a calm temperament, which makes people like them admire.

Of course they should have heard.

But they didn't know the young man in front of him.

"I'm just a guest at the auction."

"You continue your work."

Zhang Huaijin said lightly.

The three experts sighed very tacitly, as if it was a pity that they didn't know Zhang Huaijin's name.

Zhang Wenxuan on the side didn't know that his biological son still had this skill. He was also very proud when he heard these experts praise his son.

It's like complimenting yourself.

He didn't know that his son was not useless.

And Li Sifeng, who was standing next to him, gritted his teeth at everything.

He had never known that Zhang Huaijin had the skill of antiquities identification. If he had said something wrong, the heaven and earth might throw him out in the next second.

"Huaijin." Zhang Wenxuan stopped Zhang Huaijin. He had just misunderstood Zhang Huaijin and thought he was just messing around.

"Is there a problem?"

Zhang Huaijin cast a glance at Zhang Wenxuan.

He thought a father should be standing behind him, but just now he thought he was making trouble.

In front of so many people, no, just like so many people feel that he is useless.

Not a big deal.

Zhang Wenxuan just misunderstood Zhang Huaijin, thinking that Zhang Huaijin took a deep look just now, whether his son was sad because of his disbelief, and he couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

But as a father, he can't apologize in front of so many people, even if no one is in his face, he is not allowed to apologize.

"If there is nothing to say, then I will leave first." Zhang Huaijin smiled faintly while pulling his lips, and then pulled Su Qian back to the auction scene.

Leaving Zhang Wenxuan watched the fading back of his son.

"Huaijin has finally grown up now." It's no longer the rampage kid he thought in his mind.

Li Sifeng on the side frowned, cursing Zhang Huaijin in his heart.