The live broadcast chat room was instantly flooded with comments:
"Master Mu has eyes like torches!"
"I'm new here, can the streamer really tell the real from the fake at a glance?"
"Must be a new fan, the one above. Mu's Xuantong eyes have never failed!"
"Mr. Wang, the owner of this piece, how much did you pay for this plate?" Mu Feng turned to the middle-aged man beside him, who was nervously rubbing his hands together.
"E-eighty thousand..." The man’s forehead was beaded with sweat. "The seller said it was passed down from his ancestors..."
Mu Feng sighed and took a wooden box from under the counter. "Mr. Wang, look at this. I bought this imitation at a street stall for twenty yuan last week. It has the same style and the same artificial aging technique as yours." He tapped the two plates together; they emitted nearly identical, crisp sounds. "Believe me now?"
Chapter 27