Chu Chen set down the Tang Sancai without changing expression. The others also took turns examining it, and from their eyes, it was clear how much they admired the piece of Tang Sancai.
Ma An said with a broad smile, "How is it? Pretty good, right? My grandfather dug this out of the ground during the late Qing dynasty. It's definitely an antique."
Hearing this, Chu Chen merely smiled faintly. In the antiques trade, you could believe anything—but never believe the stories. When it came to stories about antiques, even he could make up plenty. Seeing Chu Yulan looking eager to try, he asked her, "What is it? Xiao Lan, you want to buy it?"
"Yes. It's rare to come across such a magnificent Tang Sancai horse, complete in spirit and form. I want to buy it for my father. Is there some problem with it?" Chu Yulan asked strangely at the end.
Zhou Wenping was also stunned when he heard this. Only then did he remember that Chu Chen had once been fooled by a piece of Tang Sancai. Could this one also be a fake? It certainly didn't look like one!
Chu Chen smiled, then turned to Ma An. "Uncle Ma, you said this Tang Sancai was dug out by your grandfather in the late Qing dynasty. Perhaps you remembered incorrectly. In my opinion, this Tang Sancai should be a high-grade imitation made during the Republic of China."
Ma An's expression changed when he heard this, and he said unpleasantly, "How could that be? How could something this beautiful be fake? Besides, that old professor said it was a good piece back then. You're not trying to trick me and then buy it back cheaply, are you? I'm telling you, don't even think about it!"
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