She doesn't want to pretend anymore

"We are family, it's enough to have this intention. Why do we need to spend so much money?"

Old Chen smiled and patted his son-in-law, but his eyes were serious.

"How can that be? It wasn't easy for your father-in-law to raise Lulu, so it's my duty to be filial to you." Qian Sihai looked sincere.

He really seems to be an honest and reliable son-in-law.

"That's right, Old Chen, don't be so competitive. It's your blessing to have filial children and grandchildren." Old Cao smiled and changed a piece of broken porcelain in his hand.

Chen Songling stopped talking.

He smiled, squatted down, and exchanged a look with Mr. Cao that only they could understand.

"Then do you think this blue and white porcelain is real? Has Sihai really found a treasure?" His research on antiques was not as good as that on jade.

In this regard, Lao Cao is the authority after all.

"This broken porcelain fragment looks like something from the Chenghua period of the Ming Dynasty. The whole piece has not been pieced together yet, but the blue and white patterns are very neatly painted, the color and luster are darker, and it has an ancient flavor."

The piece he picked up was the base of blue and white porcelain: "Looking at the signature, it is indeed from the Ming Chenghua period. Ming Dynasty porcelain has more shapes than Yuan Dynasty porcelain, giving people a sense of simplicity, thickness, elegance and generosity. The lines of the objects are also softer, the soles are slightly larger than those of the Yuan Dynasty, and the shapes are more stable..."

The professional terms that come out of his mouth may not be understood by the onlookers.

But everyone heard that Mr. Cao believed that this was a blue and white porcelain vase fired during the Chenghua period of the Ming Dynasty, which means it was an authentic one.

"Is it authentic?" Chen Songling was a little unconvinced, so he squatted down, picked up a piece while wearing gloves, and looked at it with a magnifying glass.

"It looks quite authentic. I see that the glaze of this porcelain is delicate and white, and it doesn't look like a replica." Cao Lao smiled and said, "I once saw a similar collection in the Imperial Capital Museum. If this one is fine, then its value..."

Speaking of value, Mr. Cao glanced at the little girl squatting next to him.

If this thing is genuine, then who is so generous as to use such a valuable thing to set up a trap for a little girl?

The loss is too great.

The antique stall owner wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "I've already said that there is absolutely no problem with my treasure. If this gentleman hadn't said that he bought it as a birthday gift for his father-in-law, I wouldn't be willing to sell it to him."

"I also have a daughter. If my son-in-law can be half as filial as this gentleman, I will be satisfied."

The boss also realized that ten million was a bit too little.

But he was very good at smoothing things over. After he said that, it seemed like the price was a little lower, so it was understandable that it was not sent to the auction house.

"I'm lucky." Qian Sihai rubbed his palms, "It's just a pity that such a treasure was broken."

Mr. Cao didn't say anything. He still felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't figure it out for a while.

He was thinking about going to the police station together and asking them to invite an expert to discuss the matter with him.

Manshu was not surprised by Mr. Cao's judgment.

However, she also wondered why the spiritual energy of this porcelain bottle dissipated so quickly.

Could it be that the blue and white porcelain was broken and its spiritual energy could no longer be gathered?

still is……

She spotted a problem with her sharp eyes.

"Mr. Cao, look." She handed over the broken porcelain pieces in her hand.

The porcelain felt smooth and smooth, not like fake ones. But Mr. Cao did not refuse.

Manshu pointed to the broken edge of the porcelain and said, "Look, this edge doesn't look too new, does it?"

Not really new, these are just euphemisms.

Mr. Cao took a look through a magnifying glass.

Good guy!

The broken end was actually old, and there were also signs of repair and gluing.

Perhaps it was an ancient method, because at first glance, there is nothing wrong with the appearance, and it is glued together perfectly.