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Chapter 132 Could it be that the little brother saw something?
Yang Jianlong just wanted to take the opportunity to scold Cai Yan, but before he could speak, Lin Ran pulled him out of the crowd.
"Godfather, what's wrong?" Yang Jianlong asked doubtfully.
Lin Ran said: "Let's go after the stall owner just now."
"Chasing the stall owner? Why are you chasing him?" Yang Jianlong was confused.
"Just keep up." Lin Ran quickly followed Wei Chengbin, who was about to disappear from sight.
Yang Jianlong thought for a while and followed.
Wei Chengbin was obviously very familiar with the terrain near Panjiayuan, and Lin Ran had a feeling that he was deliberately taking a long detour to avoid being noticed.
Because the moving route is really weird.
Lin Ran had to keep a closer distance, otherwise he would lose track of him if he turned into two alleys in a row.
As they walked, they discovered a wall appeared in front of them.
dead end!
"What a cunning fox!" Lin Ran thought to himself.
Yang Jianlong looked around and said, "Godfather, how about we go back?"
At this moment, Wei Chengbin's voice came from behind them.
"Do you have anything to do with me?" Wei Chengbin put his hands on his chest, still looking extremely calm, looking a bit like an expert hermit.
Lin Ran also admired him a little. Not only was this man a proficient in forgery, but his acting skills were also Oscar-level.
"Brother Wei, your imitation of Tang Sancai is so wonderful. I admire it, so I want to discuss it with you." Lin Ran cupped his fists and said.
He felt that Wei Chengbin didn't look like a bad person.
"Hmph, you just copy it if you say it's imitation? I think you're just a kid who talks nonsense." Wei Chengbin raised his head high.
This extremely dragging look made Yang Jianlong feel uncomfortable. He was about to have an attack, but was stopped by Lin Ran.
Lin Ran smiled and said: "If Brother Wei's pottery skills were compared to the Tang Dynasty, I'm afraid your works would be all in the museum now. It's a pity that I was born at the wrong time."
Although this sentence was a joke, Lin Ran really admired Wei Chengbin's level of fraud.
Wei Chengbin didn't panic.
Every day, as many as [-] to [-] people say that he sells fake goods, but no one has ever found a flaw.
The child in front of him was probably just testing himself.
Wei Chengbin put the things down, clasped his hands on his chest, and said calmly: "You said I sell fakes, do you have any evidence?"
"Of course there is!"
He thought Lin Ran was going to ask him again where he got the three-color figurines. He no longer wanted to answer this question, but seeing Lin Ran's confident attitude, he was a little surprised.
"What evidence is there?"
"Originally, I just thought there was something wrong with the smell of your three-color figurines."
"Huh, pretending to understand if you don't understand." Wei Chengbin disagreed. The aura was just a reference and had no basis for identification.
He was more certain in his heart that the other party was just talking nonsense.
Lin Ran smiled and said: "But just now you smashed the three-color figurines, and I got real confirmation."
He was still thinking that Lin Ran must be playing tricks and smashing all the antiques, which could be regarded as destroying evidence.
What he said for sure was that the child thought he smashed the three-color figurines because he was worried that the truth would be exposed. This is simply nonsense.
Next to the alley, there were two tables and chairs. Lin Ran motioned to Wei Chengbin to place the fragments on the table. He had something to say.
What’s so interesting about this pile of debris?
Wei Chengbin murmured in his heart. He wanted to see what kind of medicine Lin Ran was selling in the gourd, so he decisively unfolded the red cloth and threw it on the table.
"Please see."
The three-color figurines in front of me have been broken into pieces of nearly 20 yuan, of different sizes, and there are also broken powders.
Lin Ran picked up one of the fragments and showed the broken connection to Wei Chengbin.
Wei Chengbin expressed confusion: "Is there any problem?"
"In ancient times, three-color figurines were buried with wealthy families. The requirements for three-color figurines are extremely strict, and air bubbles will never be allowed to exist."
Lin Ran showed him the cracked part of the three-color figurine. The inside was tight and orderly, revealing many holes like ant nests.
Yang Jianlong didn't understand, but Wei Chengbin's expression became serious.
Lin Ran continued: "As early as when I was at Zheng Xueming's house, I grabbed the three-color figurines and felt something was wrong, but I couldn't feel it at all from the outside."
"It wasn't until you smashed the three-color camel figurine in your hand that I suddenly realized that the quality was not up to par."
"Although the difference is only a few milligrams, when you hold it in your hand, it feels completely different."
"Wei Chengbin, your imitation technology has reached the point where no difference can be seen from the appearance. However, using special instruments, you can still find that the tomb soil you used is a product of modern times."
Wei Chengbin disagreed: "What you said is just your guess."
"Any guesses?" Lin Ran smiled and took a step forward. "Look carefully at the soil used. There are obvious traces of black soil. It should be Shaanxi clay, right?"
Wei Chengbin was shocked, and Lin Ran sat down calmly.
"You just thought that if you smashed your work, it would be seamless. But there is no airtight wall in this world. As long as you are not authentic, you will definitely leave traces."
"Besides, I was there the day before yesterday, and I heard clearly that although you pretended to be calm on the surface, you actually didn't want to sell the fakes to the Palace Museum, right?"
"Because you know that you can hide it for a while, but you can't hide it for a lifetime. The pottery techniques you use will definitely leave traces over time. For example, the paint you use is definitely not as good as the three-color glaze of the palace. It will fade in five or ten years? Right?"
The expression of the man standing in front of Lin Ran finally changed.
He looked a little trembling, but his mental quality was very good, and he returned to his calm appearance in an instant.
Wei Chengbin said in a low voice: "You are just guessing. There is no substantial evidence that I am a liar."
"This thing is easy to verify. Just put it in a high-temperature furnace and burn it for a while. It will be clear at a glance whether it is Tang Sancai or not."
Lin Ran kept smiling.
Wei Chengbin did not answer for the first time, but just stared at Lin Ran.
Lin Ran knew it was time to launch the final offensive against him.
"You have used word traps from the very beginning. For example, you never said that this was an authentic product, nor did you say that the Tang Sancai in your hand was handed down from your ancestors. You just wanted to evade legal responsibility!"
"I believe you also know that if it is just sold to an ordinary collector, you may be able to use the rules of the world to evade responsibility."
"But once it is sold to the National Palace Museum and collected as genuine, the crime you have committed is serious. Because even if you pretend not to know, you cannot get rid of the fact that these pottery is made by yourself."
"In other words, you are the counterfeiter, the culprit who sold fakes to the National Palace Museum!"
When these words were spoken, Wei Chengbin was also frightened. He sat on the chair opposite Lin Ran, his expression changed drastically!