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The dinner was very sumptuous, with six dishes and one soup. Ms. Yan really showed off her cooking skills and put in a lot of effort. The food was delicious, delicious and delicious.

The three children were very excited. Before they could cheer for joy, brother Ozawa was reminded by the deep look and scrutiny on Yan's mother's face. He calmed down and stepped forward to help carry the plate and put the chopsticks.

"Mommy, do you have something to ask me?" Ozawa's observation skills have always been amazing, and he even said that except for Nangong Tou, Yan Xiaoyu has never come into contact with anyone who is better than him.

"Yes." Yan Xiaoyu went straight to the point without turning around, "What I'm asking about is the Qing Dynasty carved antique chair."

Ozawa paused and was silent for a few seconds. Then, as if he had made up his mind, he raised his head and said sincerely with a guilty look on his face, "I'm sorry, Mommy, I lied to you."

Xiaoyu didn't expect that the result of the interrogation would be so fast, because the other party was Brother Ozawa. Before making dinner, she thought of no less than five ways to induce, torture or "force" questions, but unexpectedly, she hadn't asked yet.

The answer was already presented to me.

"Lied to me, about the antique chair?"

"Yes, I hid something from you about the antique chair."[

"What are you hiding?" Yan Xiaoyu took off the apron he was wearing and tried to keep his expression as calm as possible.

"About that authentic antique..." Ozawa paused for a few seconds, suddenly raised his head, and said an answer that surprised Xiaoyu with a sure look on his face, "That antique carved chair from the Qing Dynasty, in fact, in this world

, there is no genuine product at all.”

"What?"

The sentence was surprised, and the movement of taking off the apron suddenly stopped. Incredulously, he turned to ask Ozawa, "You said, there is no genuine one?"

"Yes! That's right. Except for a small amount of private donations to the country, an antique generally has to go through excavation and transfer to auction. And this Qing Dynasty antique chair, although it was in the auction house,

It has been identified as authentic because its material and technique meet the age requirements. However, we only know the identity and price of the person who changed hands, but we do not know the location and address of its excavation. It is marked as ominous. Does Mommy know why this is?"

Ze asked, his words calm.

Xiaoyu turned his face and said nothing, waiting for his answer.

"Because this chair has no location or location where it was unearthed." Ozawa calmed down, "This chair was created by someone."

Hearing this, Xiaoyu opened his eyes slightly, "What you mean is that someone's technology has reached the point of confusing the real with the fake, so he used Qing Dynasty technology and superb techniques to create

This chair also created this antique that has never appeared in the long history?"

Ozawa said nothing and lowered his eyes.

It goes without saying that this is a tacit approval of her speculation.

This kind of acquiescence made Xiaoyu feel extremely incredible. She shook her head and asked, "What about this legendary, so-called love object from the Qing Dynasty?"

"Gimmick." Ozawa continued, "Creating a real antique requires a lot of effort and craftsmanship, and it also requires several experiments and productions before it can be successful. Originally, the price of Qing Dynasty antique carved chairs would not be possible no matter how high they were.

It reaches tens of millions, but with the meaning, it has an additional layer of collection value, and it is also a powerful force that can raise the price. This legend, like this chair, was created by the creator, one by one.

of!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiaoyu paused. It took him three full minutes to come back to his senses——

She opened her mouth and was about to ask about the fragments of carved chairs in the storage room at home, when Ozawa said, "The first authentic antique was indeed stolen and disappeared, but there is more than just this one in this world."

"You mean..." Xiaoyu glanced at him and suddenly understood, "You know the person who created this so-called authentic antique, otherwise, you wouldn't have a second one, right?" [

"Yes, that's right, Mommy, you are very smart." Ozawa nodded, "The real antique is called a real antique because it is not a high imitation, it is a new creation. Any identification method,

They can't see the flaws in it and treat it as an authentic product of the era, but in fact, it did not exist in that era. Therefore, it is called a pseudo-authentic, and as a pseudo-authentic, the first condition is that it

In this world, it must only exist in one form and must not be spread everywhere. Only in this way can its true value be reflected. The second one I have here is indeed the second one, but the reason for making the second one is that the first one was transported during transportation.

It was accidentally damaged. In order to preserve its value, I decided to make this second one. Unfortunately, before I could put it into the security building, it was damaged by Zhuangzhuang..."

"Oze!" Xiaoyu suddenly squatted down, held his shoulders and asked in a low voice, "Are you involved in this kind of fraud?"

"Mommy, I only provide information and do not participate in the production process. Besides, this is creation, not fraud."

Xiaoyu realized, "So, the friend you promised to make a high imitation for me is the creator?"

"That's right." Ozawa nodded, "That's why I told Mommy you don't have to worry, because anything made from his hands is not considered a high imitation, it must be the real thing!"

"Ozawa!" Although he was shocked and a little unbelievable, Xiaoyu was still confused, "Child, I know you want to use your erudition and antique knowledge, but... you can no longer participate in this kind of activity... This is

It’s illegal…”

"Well..." After thinking for a long time, Ozawa suddenly raised his head and asked with a serious and well-behaved face, "Then... do you also want to get rid of the antique chair that mommy ordered?"

"this……"

Thinking that Wei An's deceased husband Wei Qi was not alive for a few days, Xiao Yu scratched his head and said with a guilty conscience, "This... because it is useful, so... it is still needed for the time being..."

"But Mommy..." Brother Ozawa blinked his innocent eyes, "Creation and counterfeiting are both illegal..."

"That...that's different..."

"What's the difference? What Mommy can do, why can't I do it?"

"This...this..."

Miss Yan racked her brains to think of a reason. Finally, after scratching the ear monkey's cheek, she clapped her hands as if suddenly awakening, looked at her son, and said calmly, "Because you are still young, Mommy is already eighteen and an adult."

…”

Brother Ozawa immediately got a black line - Hey, this kind of reason is really arrogant, am I a strong mommy?

Miss Yan was also sweating her shame - this kind of education will destroy the child's outlook on life, Officer Yan!

Therefore, in order to make up for the sin he had just committed and the educational mistakes he had made, Officer Yan asked additional questions, "Ze Ze, did you get a share for your contribution of your knowledge and brain cells? This chair was sold for tens of millions of dollars.

ah!"
Chapter completed!