Invincible copy system

As soon as their conversation ended, Zhang Fan sat in Bai Yi's car again.Time is running out, and they must find a place to produce and sell imitations as soon as possible.

Han Xue didn't follow, she lived directly in Bai's house, waiting for news from Long's house.

Several hours later, Zhang Fan and the others arrived at the police station. The Bai family was really too far away.

They walked to the office area, which was an evidence hall, which was originally used to store a large number of smuggled goods, but this time it was divided into many compartments, and the whole hall was brightly lit, and it was full of busy people. There are police officers in uniform, as well as gray-haired experts and scholars.

Each compartment houses different kinds of items, including jade, porcelain, calligraphy and painting, and even bronze and stone wares.

Cultural relics experts are using flashlights, lenses, and electronic scanning equipment to observe and record each item in detail.

The police officers stood on the periphery, responsible for vigilance, and some auxiliary work.

"I'll go, such a big battle!"

Seeing such a prosperous scene, Zhang Fan couldn't help admiring.

Bai Yi also followed and said, "I've already contacted Boss Chen, and I've basically confirmed that the source of the goods is in Jiangbei City."

"How are you sure?"

"I don't know the specifics. I probably drew a picture based on the distribution channels." Bai Yi explained.

"It's really troublesome." Zhang Fan replied, after all, for him, he only needs to glance at to know the details of everything, as well as the ins and outs of everything.

But when he saw that these experts tried their best, they still had a hesitant expression on their faces, wanting to laugh and sympathetic.

"Bai team, why are you here?"

At this time, a young man in charge came over and greeted Bai Yi.

"I brought an expert, I hope to help you."

The young man looked Zhang Fan up and down, and replied, "Thank you, Team Bai. But now that the preliminary results have come out, the work here is almost over, so don't bother."

Zhang Fan understood that because he was too young, the other party obviously didn't trust his ability, "It's about to end? Why didn't I see it?"

Bai Yi glared at him, then said to the person in charge in front of him: "Director Qin, this is the person my father found, the chief jewelry appraiser of the Millennium Group, Zhang Fan. We are already here, let's take a look." .”

"Okay, please."

After hearing Bai Yi's introduction, Director Qin led them in immediately.

"Hey, don't embarrass me."

"Don't worry, this is my field of expertise."

Zhang Fan replied, and walked into the nearest cubicle, the area where calligraphy and paintings are placed.

He didn't mean to communicate with other people, but simply scanned the old paintings and calligraphy on the table and hanging on the wall with his eyes.

"Young man, please step aside. You are affecting the light." At this time, an old man wearing glasses said.

Zhang Fan glanced at him, and there was his message in his mind.

"I'm sorry, Director Zhang." Zhang Fan replied and left the door.

Immediately afterwards, he began to browse calligraphy and paintings again.

Zhang Fan's speed was very fast, he only stopped for three or four seconds before each work, and then stepped in front of another work in one step.

Observing the calligraphy and paintings on the table is the same, just like the poor students in school flipping through books.

The others in the room were obviously dissatisfied.

Director Zhang turned to the person in charge of the Appraisal Section standing at the door, that is, the director Qin who brought Zhang Fan in just now, and said, "Xiao Qin, please go out for this comrade of yours, he has affected our work. And these The collection is of great value and cannot withstand such a toss by him."

But Director Qin knew that Zhang Fan was found by Bai Yi, so he couldn't say anything, so he could only turn to Bai Yi beside him for help.

"Zhang Fan, what's the matter? Is there a fake in it?"

"Ahem." Zhang Fan pretended to cough, looked around the wall again, and said, "I've seen all these on the wall, and there is only one problem, the third one on the left."

His words caught the attention of others in the room.

"That's Yan Zhenqing's "Yan's Family Temple Stele", which is the treasure of the Jiangbei Museum. Do you think it is a fake?"

Now, all the collections of cultural relics piled up in the evidence hall were actually collected from all public units in Jiangbei City, and there were also some private collections.

If it wasn't for the fact that the police came forward to summon them, and their vital interests were at stake, no one would be willing to see their treasures being randomly piled up here.

Now some people say that their things are fake, the loss is small, and the face is big.

Bai Yi also walked over and asked, "You're not mistaken, I don't see any problem."

The identification objects of ancient calligraphy and painting are handed down works of art written and depicted on paper and silk, as well as written and painted traces such as edicts, documents, and regional maps.

The format of inscriptions and postscripts signed by calligraphers, painters or others, seals and collectors' or appraisers' imprints, the shape and decoration of calligraphy and paintings, and the texture of works are all the contents of appraisal.

Today, the appraisal community uses carbon fourteen to detect ancient ink marks to judge the time of preservation, and to judge the age of ancient calligraphy and paintings.

"This work should be imitated according to the original inscription. You can't check it even with carbon fourteen, but the counterfeiter used the wrong ancient ink."

"Gu Mo? You said there was something wrong with the ink he used?"

"This work originally used pine smoke ink, but now the fake is oil smoke ink."

After hearing Zhang Fan's words, those experts rushed in and carefully checked with the tools at hand.

Bai Yi who was pushed away was not angry, and said again: "This person is too careless."

"Hehe." Zhang Fan sneered, and then he said seriously, "I just said that carbon fourteen can't be detected, which means that this ink is also a thousand years ago. It is already a cultural relic, and someone It’s really sick to be willing to take it out and fake it.”

Soon, those experts had their results and stopped what they were doing.

Upon seeing this, Director Qin walked over and asked, "Is this really a fake?"

Although curator Zhang was a little unwilling, he still nodded and replied: "That's right, the age of Gu Mo is the same, but the types are indeed not the same."

"Using the real thing to make a fake. I like the case."

After listening to their answers, Bai Yi laughed happily.

"By the way, have you finished watching?" Bai Yi suddenly remembered that the scene was wrong, so he hurriedly turned to Zhang Fan and asked.

"There are a few left, right away."

After speaking, Zhang Fan turned over the calligraphy and paintings on the table again, this time they did not stop them.

In the end, Zhang Fan picked up another ancient painting and said to the experts behind him, "The folds of this painting are not right, it looks like it was made by hand."

The others hurried over again.