I Transmigrated as the Antagonists' Mother! Chapter 74 – 74 Master

74 Master

Andrew then looked at the one-eyed vendor. “Before the 11th century in H country, people didn't have high requirements for the completeness of the glaze of porcelain. It was only after the 11th century when the Emperor pursued perfection, the porcelain makers put in more effort on this. And the process of burning nails had only reached the size of rice grains because of continuous research. Are you saying this is a burial object dug out from the Imperial mausoleum before the 9th century? Who are you trying to fool?”

Andrew then pointed to the bottom of the bottle. “Besides, the drawing marks at the bottom lean to one side. This is indeed a drawing technique from the 9th century. Still, with the advancement of technology, this technique was no longer used in the 11th century, not to mention the mystic-colored porcelain to be offered to the Emperor. To be able to combine two techniques from centuries ago, I can only say that the other party has some skills. However, it's a pity that he's not skilled enough.”

When Vivian heard the Master's explanation, she was secretly amazed. There was no shortage of smart people in this world. If she didn't have a cheat, she would probably be cheated too!

Andrew then looked at Vivian with appreciation in his eyes. He had not seen such a talented young woman for more than a decade. “I heard from Fred that Ms. Vivian doesn't know much about porcelain, but she could tell that it was fake. It shows that you are very talented. You can live in this industry!”

Playing with antiques was also very dependent on talent and comprehension. Most people relied on their own theoretical knowledge and a large amount of contact with real antiques to accumulate experience.

It was just like how Michael Jordan could not teach you how to jump from the free throw line to put the ball in because when his feet stepped on the line, his hand would automatically put the ball in.

After today's events, Vivian was one of those geniuses in Andrew's eyes.

After listening to Andrew's words, Fred and the one-eyed stall owner's doubts were also solved. It was not that they had poor vision but that the other party's means to counterfeit were too high. The two of them automatically ignored the problem because of their lack of theoretical knowledge.

Vivian knew she had a golden finger, but she felt a little guilty after hearing Andrew's praise. “Thank you for your praise, Sir. I'm just lucky sometimes.”

Sometimes, good luck was the best shield.

It was rare for Fred to see his master being so kind to a newbie. After all, this old man had always been very picky about people in the industry. He introduced, “Ms. Vivian, this is my master, Andrew.”

Andrew? Vivian had done a lot of homework in advance for this event. She knew Andrew was a master of calligraphy, painting, porcelain, wood, and many other antiques in the antique world.

His family was the local tyrant in the capital. As the most favored youngest son in the family, he liked to mingle outside when he was young. He did not expect that he would really become famous in the antique world with his talent.

This was the real powerful young master in the capital. His family could change the world with a stomp of their feet. Although he couldn't, causing an earthquake was no problem.

Even though he was old now, he still did things as freely as he did when he was young.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Andrew,” Vivian said sincerely. “I've heard that you're very good at antiques. It's all thanks to Mr. Fred that I'm able to listen to your teachings today. I've benefited a lot.”

Vivian's words came from the bottom of her heart. In the industry, unless one had a master-apprentice relationship or an old friend relationship, they would not easily tell outsiders about these things. Everyone's abilities were hidden.

“Ms. Vivian,” Andrew asked with a smile, “What else do you plan to choose today besides calligraphy and paintings?”

Vivian didn't know why Andrew would suddenly ask this question. Antiques also depended on one's affinity, but she replied politely, “I still want to buy some small things.”

Andrew pointed at the stall and said, “This one's pretty good.”

The one-eyed vendor's eye was injured by the tomb trap when he went to raid a tomb three years ago. Therefore, he was quite famous in the underground relic market, and everyone knew he could get real goods in his hands.

Vivian was stunned for a moment. Is this a test?

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