Live appraising treasures, I became a national treasure expert?

Chapter 87 The police are here
Well, I'm going to...

Isn't this a waist?

Ha...wrong place!

No wonder He Anbang and Lu Benzhi had ghost-like expressions...

Li Dingan quickly let go of his hand.

Chen Jingshu didn't move, she just stood there, staring at him, looking at him...

His expression was still cold and clear, but his cheeks were gradually becoming brighter, and his eyes seemed to be filled with moisture.

Li Ding'an looked away with some guilt.

I didn't mean to...

In an instant, there was a "bang" in my ear, and then He Anbang yelled anxiously: "Be careful!"

He raised his head suddenly, and at some point, the strong man stood up, shook his head, and picked up the stainless steel bracket again.

Again?

The security guard finally stopped watching the show, and several people rushed over and pushed the strong man to the ground.

Until then, everyone just woke up from a dream and stared blankly at Li Ding'an.

The big man was pushed aside, Li Dingan sighed.

If he is not so greedy, he can earn tens of millions with less, and it is even more impossible for him to end up like this...

After sighing for a while, he shook his head and squatted down again.

Everyone's eyes followed him, looking at the broken porcelain on the ground.

He Anbang rushed over excitedly, followed by Lu Benzhi, ten librarians, and three appraisers from Baoli.

Then, Su Fubi's people also surrounded him, including President Logan.

Li Dingan was also a little excited.

At least it proves that his judgment is not wrong: as long as the big vat is smashed, Antique Xiaobai can also see that something is wrong.

"Director He, Professor Lu, look..."

He picked up a tile and broke it in two with a snap.The place where the fracture is made is pitch black, in stark contrast to the gray and white porcelain.

He Anbang stared: "This is... glue?"

"Yes, and it's a special material, so the X-ray machine can't detect it..."

Li Ding'an pointed to the edge of the broken stubble again: "Look carefully, is there a small gap?"

Someone asked: "What is this?"

"It's bubbles..."

Li Ding'an stood up: "No matter what kind of glue or what material is added, it must be a liquid. No matter what kind of liquid it is, there will be gas volatilization after being exposed to high temperature.

But because the burning was too fast, the gas did not completely evaporate, so bubbles formed in the gaps between the broken stubble... This is also the reason why the researcher felt that there was a slight bulge on the surface of the cylinder when it was appraised..."

"Why is it burning so fast?"

"Because once the firing time is too long, the original enamel of the porcelain will oxidize..."

Li Ding'an raised the tile a little higher, "Look, everyone, when the light shines on it, do you feel that this tile is a little new? This actually has nothing to do with how long it has been unearthed, but the original glaze surface has slightly oxidized and formed secondary crystals, but because it burns quickly and does not oxidize much, it is not obvious..."

"any left?"

"Have!"

Li Ding'an nodded, and pointed to some fine lines on the surface of the porcelain:

"This is a horizontal line and a broken line... When you were in school, everyone should write wrong words. What should I do if I can't erase them? Either use correction fluid or correction stickers, but no matter how you change them, they will always be incompatible with other words...

In the same way, no matter how powerful the counterfeiter is, and how realistic the repair is, but as long as it is repainted and recolored, traces will inevitably be left, and these broken lines are..."

"any left?"

Are these not enough?
Is there really an antique guy here?
Li Ding'an thought about it seriously, then nodded again: "Yes!"

He used his nails to dig out the place where there were air bubbles, but found that he couldn't pick it out.He lowered his head and took a look, then picked up another tile and scratched it twice.

"呲呲" twice, Li Ding'an had a lot of blue powder in the palm of his hand, but the strange thing is that the blue and white on the surface of the porcelain piece has not been destroyed...

No... It's not that it's not damaged, but after scraping off a layer of blue and white flowers, there is still a layer of blue and white flowers underneath?
And the two layers of blue and white are exactly the same... Anyway, with the naked eye, there is no difference at all...

Suddenly there was an exclamation in my ear: "oh my god..."

Li Dingan raised his head subconsciously.

President Logan stared and opened his mouth, more than enough to stuff an egg.

The translator was standing next to him, and he smiled at Li Ding'an apologetically, "I'm sorry...some words are not very easy to translate..."

It was this voice that asked "what is this" just now, and "is there any more" later.

Just say that whoever is such a noob can't understand it when he speaks so clearly, it turns out that it is a problem of translation level.

If you ask Lei Azhen to come, he can even make gestures and nonsense, and Meng can understand it for you...

While he was slandering, there was a movement from the side. He turned his head and saw that the strong man was struggling like crazy, and the two security guards could hardly hold him back.

"How do you know so clearly... You are undercover? Yes, undercover... Definitely undercover..."

Did he get beaten up, or was he so mad that he lost his mind?

What am I lying about?

If I were an undercover agent, you would have been arrested long ago, how can you wait until now?

"He's right...I want to know too, how did you know? And...who did you learn from?"

It was a middle-aged man wearing glasses, standing behind He Anbang. When Li Dingan talked about the painting of "Pu Xuezhai" before, it was he who wanted to rush to the stage and ask what happened.

His face was full of thoughts and memories: "Professor Wu...doesn't seem to have these subjects?"

Is it him again?
Li Dingan's eyelids twitched slightly, looking at He Anbang.

He Anbang didn't say anything, feeling lost, he turned his head to look at Lu Benzhi again.

"Skills are not as good as people's skills are not as good as people's skills. Researchers and librarians are also human beings. There is nothing you dare not admit."

Lu Benzhi adjusted his glasses, "Qianlong's imperial brush, gold seal, including the air bubbles, broken lines, new glaze on this big vat, etc...experienced librarians, such as me, can see some problems if they look carefully...

But to say that the analysis is so thorough, it is even more accurate to infer the method and process of the counterfeiter? "

He paused for a while, then sighed, "To be honest, it's unlikely... Anyway, I can't do it..."

Li Ding'an froze for a moment, then smiled wryly.

This is... a complete explosion?

"Professor Lu, I'm just guessing randomly..."

Lu Benzhi pointed to the strong man who was still cursing: "If you don't guess correctly, can he say you are an undercover agent?"

Li Ding'an was speechless, looking at the strong man.

You said you, how about being dazed for a while?

Feeling something was wrong, he raised his head again and found that no matter where they were, men or women, Chinese or foreign, they were all staring at him blankly.

Eyeballs are bright.

Dozens of lights flickered on in a building that seemed to have tripped at night and suddenly received electricity.

His face was full of sudden enlightenment.

Understood!
I understand everything...

The so-called "researchers of our library" and the "results of joint research and discussion" are all excuses, and they are all nonsense.

All the problems were discovered by this narrator...

But the question is... where did the freaks come from... no, monsters?
"Who is he?"

"I heard that he is a student of Professor Wu of Peking University!"

"Wu Xiang is so powerful... no... I mean, just Professor Wu's student, is he so powerful?"

"Maybe...Professor Wu's research on modern literature and cultural relics is indeed very authoritative..."

"What nonsense? I won't talk about the painting, and the Gongci golden seal can touch something, but this big vat is from the Ming Dynasty. What kind of modern is it?"

No one talks at all...

A soft sigh came from behind, Li Ding'an turned his head subconsciously, and then...

Then he met a pair of straight eyes.

Still staring?
This is how vengeful...

Actually it wasn't, Chen Jingshu was just distracted.

Scholars say that Li Ding'an is a few stories taller than Guan Dehai.

But it's not just Guan Dehai?

Just look at the faces of those librarians.

The face is full of thirst for knowledge, and the eyes are shining with excitement...

In a daze, a figure in uniform and a hat entered the door, then two, three...

here comes the police...

(End of this chapter)