Mr. Ma Sanye looked slightly startled, his brows furrowed together, and then he looked at the vase with confused eyes.

He has been studying ancient ceramics for many years and has never made a mistake.

How could he be so sure that the vase was fake?

Listening to Ye Feng's words, everyone laughed even more.

The more I talk about it, the more it gets on the line.

If he said this is fake, is it fake?

"Boy, Mr. Ma is asking you just to compliment you. He doesn't want you to look too ugly. Why can't you even see the look on your face?"

"You can't understand what people are saying, how dare you come out to hang out?"

"Are you afraid of slipping your tongue? The host is still here. Are you saying that the organizer deliberately made a fake vase to deceive everyone?"

Ye Feng's words once again aroused ridicule from the people around him. Did he say that special connection methods are special?

I'm afraid he doesn't know Mr. Ma's vision.

Mr. Ma Sanye frowned and stared at the vase, hoping to find a hole. No matter how hard he looked, he couldn't tell that this one was fake.

"Little brother, are you sure this is a fake?"

Ma Sanye asked again. He observed for a long time and found nothing inappropriate.

No matter the color, carving, or shape, they are all perfect.

How could it be fake?

Seeing the self-doubt on his face, Ye Feng not only wanted to laugh a little.

"Master Ma, can you show me the vase?"

Mr. Ma nodded, stretched out his hand and handed the vase to Ye Feng.

Ye Feng took it, looked at it carefully, then stretched out his hand and pointed at the bottom of the vase.

"Master Ma, look at the difference between the shape of this vase and its body."

"The bottle body is bright in color and has graceful curves. It is more translucent than the base. The base looks a bit dull. It is not impossible for precipitation to occur during the production process."

"Then do you think the color of the base and the body of the bottle are more likely to be left over from history?"

"It is normal for the base to turn black due to the accumulation of time. It is possible that it was not properly kept in the ancient tomb. Is it possible that the base is fake?"

As soon as Ma Sanye finished speaking, his heart suddenly felt and he realized the key.

I immediately looked over and saw that the color of the base was somewhat different from the color of the bottle.

Normally, even if there is a color difference between the base and the bottle, the color difference will not be too obvious. The colors are at most similar.

But this...it's obviously a big problem.

"Yes, this base is fake."

Ye Feng's words made Mr. Ma stunned for a moment, and his wrinkled face turned a bit white unconsciously.

In his opinion, the base should be the most real, because it is harder to simulate than the base, especially the connection with the bottle body. The two want to be perfectly harmonious and integrated into one.

It also requires certain skills to complete.

You know, there are indeed many imitations nowadays, but seamless connections are very few.

What's more, such a perfect work would make people like him miss it.

The handiwork is really jaw-dropping.

Seeing his confused look, Ye Feng grinned and continued: "The base of this vase is fake, but the body of the vase is real."

"There will be traces when the two are connected. There are traces here too, but you didn't notice them."

"You can look carefully. While the color is gradually changing, there will be a trace as fine as a hair on the inside."

"This has long been done using an ancient technique, the paper-gluing method."

When Mr. Ma heard the paper-gluing method, his whole body was shaken. His originally calm heart suddenly became turbulent, and his breathing became rapid unconsciously.

"The paper-gluing method is just as the name suggests. I believe Mr. Ma also knows it. Because of the unique technique, most people can't see the connection part at all."

Ye Feng stretched out his finger and pointed out specifically that on the slightly blackened part of the base, Dingqing took a look and clearly saw the small marks on it.

Only then did Mr. Ma discover the traces on it.

Suddenly I couldn't sit still.

It wasn't because he bought a fake one, but because Ye Feng's words made him sit on pins and needles. He could see such a small flaw at a glance.

He wouldn't believe it if he said he was an incompetent person.

His vision and knowledge are simply not what ordinary antique appraisers can understand.

Mr. Ma suddenly felt a little lucky that he had just asked him to appraise it for himself, otherwise his sign would have fallen off.
Chapter completed!