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"Fake?!"

"How is it possible?" The owner of the cargo suddenly became excited: "I appeared on a treasure appraisal program, and all the experts that day said it was true!"

"You're a melon girl, do you understand?"

The old gentleman looked at Su Mo in surprise and said nothing.

Su Mo smiled apologetically.

She was blocking the cargo owner's way of making money, so it was understandable that he would be a little excited.

"The works of the late Qianlong period have three main characteristics compared with the previous two generations. One of them is that the porcelain body and the glaze are very tightly combined, making it difficult to see the glaze cracking. This was mentioned by the old gentleman just now."

"Two other points. First, the carcass must be thicker. In comparison, this flower cup is slightly lighter."

Presumably, the imitators wanted the flower gulets to look more beautiful and refined, but they forgot the nuances of the craftsmanship.

After hearing what she said, the old gentleman took a closer look and found that it was indeed the case. The eager expression on his face had faded a lot.

Su Mo continued: "Another point is that in the later period, the enamel and porcelain body became slightly looser, making it difficult to present such a clear and pure color."

Overall, this porcelain is over the top beautiful.

This may be a flaw left intentionally by the imitator.

The old gentleman came closer, then moved away, and looked at it from different angles, and found that it was indeed what Su Mo said.

Gee.

If it weren't for Su Mo, he would have failed in this industry when he got old.

If I really buy it back, I don’t know how I will be laughed at by those old guys.

The owner of the cargo himself was somewhat knowledgeable, so how could he not understand what Su Mo said?

He looked at the porcelain in front of him dejectedly, and squatted down with his head in pain: "Imitation? Imitation? What should I do?"

He also hoped to exchange this flower cup for Shufen's medical expenses.

Now, all is lost.

Thinking of his wife lying in the hospital waiting for help, the owner couldn't help but his eyes turned red and he punched the ground with his fist in anger.

Seeing him like this, Su Mo felt very sorry: "I'm sorry. I..."

She really shouldn't get involved in other people's transactions.

The owner of the goods did not take his anger out on Su Mo. He sighed and said, "I don't blame you. Shufen won't be happy if the money obtained from a fake product is used to treat illnesses."

Su Mo was stunned. Did he mean to sell things to get money for medical treatment?

"Who is Shufen?"

"My wife." The owner covered his head in pain again. "She has been diagnosed with gastric cancer and is waiting for money for treatment. Otherwise, I will not take out the things at home."

The barrage that was still lamenting that it was fake suddenly became crazy.

"If Su Mo hadn't revealed that this thing was fake, the owner might have gotten the money to treat the disease."

"Isn't that what you said upstairs? Shouldn't you say it's fake? Is it wrong to expose fakes?"

"Of course. The people who buy these things are all rich people. What you lose by buying a fake is just a little money. But the owner of the goods loses a life!"

"This life must be counted on Su Mo's head!"

"Damn it! Is it possible to cheat just because we are short of money?"

"Yes, Su Mo should be blamed! It's obviously against the rules for Su Mo to interrupt when others are trading."

Fu Zihao was sitting in the car not far away and kept paying attention.

When I saw the flower goblet, I was a little worried that Su Mo was going to be unlucky, but I didn't expect Su Mo to directly say that the thing was fake.

He breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at the discussion in the barrage, he couldn't help but curl up his lips.

The next call came out: "Let the navy army set the pace! I want everyone to scold Su Mo."

It also gave Su Mo a taste of being criticized everywhere online.

Before waiting for a reply, the car window next to Fu Zihao was covered by a shadow.

He subconsciously looked up...