Chu Chen watched from the side, barely able to hold back his laughter. Thinking back, when he had first arrived in the capital and just begun learning about antiques, he had been exactly the same. After reading only a few books, he had thought he understood everything and could appraise objects. Whenever he saw something at a street stall that looked like what he had seen in a book, he would get incredibly excited, convinced he had found a bargain, and rush to buy it.
This buyer was the same. The Blue and white porcelain jar before him was an obvious fake, while the genuine article would be worth at least eight hundred thousand yuan. Not to mention anything else, the fact that the middle-aged man had dared to put the jar in a bag and swing it up and down with all his strength was enough to prove that it was new. Just think—who would put a valuable artifact worth hundreds of thousands into a plastic bag and swing it around for fun?
Of course, someone might say that the middle-aged man simply did not know how valuable the Blue and white porcelain jar was. Otherwise, he could not possibly have sold it so cheaply. But even if he did not know its value, judging from his clothes, he was clearly not a wealthy man. Anyone could see that he would never swing around a two-thousand-yuan object like that!
But people were like this. Sometimes, once they believed in their own judgment, they refused to turn back until they hit a wall. Their intelligence seemed to drop geometrically, and everything they would normally have thought of was forgotten completely.
Take Chu Chen back then, for example. He had been exactly like this. Convinced that he had found a bargain,