allendalepharm Chapter 35: A single sentence reveals the truth and astonishes the entire audience.
Chapter 35: A single sentence reveals the truth and astonishes the entire audience.
Chapter 35: A Single Sentence That Shocked the Entire Audience
[First paragraph]
The venue was brightly lit, and priceless jewelry was displayed on the stands.
He was surrounded by dignitaries, experts, and collectors, all nodding and praising him.
"The texture, the material—it's top-quality!"
"It takes decades of experience to achieve this!"
The host raised his hand, inviting Chen Shanhe to come forward and taste the food.
He had just stopped when his phone vibrated in his pocket.
Wanjing's phone call came in.
"Brother Shanhe, where are you?"
Are there any women around?
Chen Shanhe stepped to the corner and lowered his voice: "I'm at the jewelry club, and I'm the only man there."
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The person on the other end of the phone was panting: "Really? You can't lie to me!"
"Really, I'll bring you some local specialties from the provincial capital when I get back."
He hung up the phone and was about to take a step when someone in the audience muttered something under their breath.
"This young man looks to be only in his early twenties, what does he know?"
"Miss Murong, is the person you recommended reliable?"
Murong Fangxiang didn't turn around, but her eyes turned slightly colder.
Chen Shanhe ignored him and walked straight to the booth.
He didn't touch the jewelry; he just squatted down, his eyes only half a foot away from the table.
He lightly tapped the edge with his finger.
"This treasure is fake."
A single sentence, not loud, instantly drowned out all the noise.
The entire room fell silent.
An elderly expert frowned sharply: "Young man, watch your mouth! This is a piece by a renowned auctioneer!"
Several collectors nearby chimed in, "Exactly, don't talk nonsense!"
Chen Shanhe stood up, ignoring the other people and focusing only on the jewelry on the display stand.
"The material is wrong."
He reached out, his fingertips still two inches from the jewelry, without touching it: "Genuine jade has a warm, translucent quality, while this is wax; it feels sticky to the touch, not the natural luster of jade."
The old expert came over, wiped the table with a handkerchief, and a thin layer of wax adhered to his fingertips.
His expression changed instantly.
[Second paragraph]
Chen Shanhe didn't stop, pointing his finger at the patterns on the side of the jewelry.
"The process is also wrong."
"The real traditional craftsmanship has textures of varying depths, and you can see the marks of hand carving. This is machine-carved, the textures are too regular, even the curves of the edges are exactly the same, it's from an assembly line."
He paused, then looked up at the base.
"And there are patterns."
"The patterns on Zhenbao are natural cracks, like ice cracks. The patterns on this one are printed on. If you gently scratch it with your fingernail, the edges will crumble."
Several knowledgeable people gathered around, tested it with their fingernails, and sure enough, they saw tiny crumbs.
The old expert trembled as he held the magnifying glass, his voice strained: "You... explain it in more detail."
Chen Shanhe straightened up and said calmly, "No need to look closely, it's obvious at a glance. The wax layer covers the jade's base, the machine has smoothed out the patterns, and the imprints have been filled in with color to pass it off as an antique."
Someone in the audience started to jeer: "You're so young, don't mislead the younger generation!"
"Exactly, we've been watching for ages, and not a single one of them is lying!"
Murong Fangxiang walked over at this moment and stood beside Chen Shanhe, her eyes bright.
"Everyone, he's right."
She raised her hand, gesturing for the staff to bring the tools: "We'll do a re-inspection on-site and know immediately."
The staff carefully removed the jewelry and tested it with professional instruments.
Ten minutes later, the instrument screen displayed the data.
"The jade is made of ordinary stone, the surface is coated with wax, and the patterns are printed. It is definitely a high-quality imitation."
The entire audience erupted in uproar.
The person who had started the commotion immediately shut up, his face turning bright red.
The veteran expert stepped forward, cupped his hands in greeting to Chen Shanhe, and said, "The younger generation is truly formidable! The younger generation is indeed formidable!"
The way people looked at him changed completely.
What began as disdain and skepticism turned into shock and admiration.
A middle-aged businessman approached, smiling as he handed over his business card: "Young man, I admire your judgment! You have an excellent eye for talent!"
Chen Shanhe didn't take the business card, he just nodded.
My phone vibrated again; it was Wanjing calling.
[Third paragraph]
Chen Shanhe walked aside to answer the phone. As soon as it connected, a gentle voice came through: "Brother Shanhe, how is it? Say something!"
"I've seen through it; it's fake."
"Really?!" Wanjing's voice instantly rose, filled with surprise and delight. "You're amazing!"
"Don't get excited, I'll go back soon and bring you something."
"Then come back soon! Don't waste your time talking nonsense with that woman!"
"understood."
He hung up the phone and turned around, only to see Murong Fangxiang handing him a cup of hot tea.
"sharp."
Her eyes were filled with laughter as she lightly touched the rim of her glass with her fingertips: "This one glance is more effective than any expert's."
Chen Shanhe took the teacup, his fingertips touching the warm cup.
"I was lucky; I just happened to figure it out."
"This isn't luck," Murong Fangxiang shook her head, her eyes serious. "It's skill."
Their eyes met, and a subtle warmth suddenly filled the air.
People around looked over with curiosity in their eyes.
A young official-looking man approached and said with a smile, "Young man Chen, are you free tonight? My elderly relative has a chronic cough and asthma that many famous doctors have been unable to cure. I would like to ask you to take a look."
Chen Shanhe was stunned for a moment, not expecting someone to come knocking on his door so soon.
Before he could even speak, several powerful figures nearby also crowded around.
"Young Master Chen, my elderly relative also has a chronic illness; could you please take a look at their condition?"
"Don't rush, take it one step at a time!"
The scene instantly became lively, filled with requests to see a doctor.
Murong Fangxiang stood to the side, a slight smile playing on her lips.
She knew that from this moment on, Chen Shanhe's reputation in the provincial capital was firmly established.
[Paragraph 4]
That evening, Chen Shanhe returned to the hotel, and as soon as he sat down, his phone started ringing incessantly.
Wanjing called first: "Brother Shanhe, you were amazing today! I told my grandpa, and he said you're truly talented!"
"Okay, go to sleep early."
"Then don't overwork yourself tomorrow, and don't get too close to other women!"
"Yes, I know."
He hung up the phone, and then another call came in from an unknown number.
When the call connected, it was the same official from earlier in the day: "Young Master Chen, I'm so sorry to bother you, but my elderly relative is coughing and wheezing badly tonight. Could you perhaps come over earlier tomorrow?"
Chen Shanhe thought for a moment and agreed: "Okay, I'll go tomorrow morning."
After hanging up the phone, he leaned back on the sofa and rubbed his temples.
I thought I came to the provincial capital to avoid trouble, but I didn't expect to get into even more trouble.
Another message popped up on my phone; it was from Murong Fangxiang.
"Thank you for tonight. See you tomorrow, I'll go with you."
Chen Shanhe looked at the message, paused his finger on the screen, and replied with two words: "Okay."
He put down his phone and walked to the window.
Outside the window is the brightly lit night view of the provincial capital.
He thought of Wanjing in Qinglong Town, the clingy phone calls, and the stove and food at home.
Then I thought of Murong Fangxiang, the look in her eyes when she served the tea, and the shocked faces of everyone present.
My phone vibrated again; it was a new message from Wanjing.
"Brother Shanhe, be careful when you go to the doctor tomorrow, don't let anyone bully you!"
Chen Shanhe smiled and replied, "Don't worry, I'm here."
He placed his phone on the table and looked out the window.
He knew that life in the provincial capital would not be as peaceful as it was in Qinglong Town.
This antique appraisal controversy is just the beginning.
There's more to come for him.