After hearing Pan Bin's explanation, Lu Chuanyou hurriedly took out a magnifying glass and examined it carefully once more. He discovered that the forged areas really were beneath the colored glaze, proving beyond a doubt that Chu Chen and Pan Bin's judgment had been correct.
By this point, Pan Bin no longer held on to even a sliver of hope. He said dejectedly, "I haven't made a mistake in a long time. I never thought I'd get fooled today—and the tuition fee I paid is more than what I've paid altogether over the past two or three years!"
Hearing this, Pan Bin frowned and asked, "Old Lu, how much did you actually pay for this meiping vase?"
Lu Chuanyou gave a bitter smile and held up one palm. "Fifty thousand!"
Pan Bin was speechless. He said in exasperation, "I don't even need to guess. You definitely didn't buy this in a shop. But you actually spent fifty thousand yuan on something from a street stall? How could you be so careless? Where did all your years of experience go? I really don't know what to say to you!"
A meiping vase like this, if it were genuine, would definitely sell for more than a million yuan at auction. Fifty thousand yuan would of course have been an incredible bargain.
But in reality, there really weren't many cases of pies falling from the sky, especially when you had to spend a substantial amount of money to buy the pie yourself. Therefore, whenever something like this happened, you had to keep your eyes peeled.
Some people might say, "My judgment is excellent. There's no way I could misidentify something!" But when they thought that, had they ever considered that most people who got fooled in the antiques market vastly outnumbered those who