Chapter 875 Despicable Nation

"Xiao Rui, you, one by one, do you think this porcelain is real or false?"

Far away from Zhuang Rui's home in Beijing, although it was still winter and February, Qin Haoran also sweated coldly on his forehead. Although 50 million dollars had not been seen by him, it was a bet on national dignity.

If Shanmu wins, then [China] not only loses money, but also loses all its people. If you don't have a diamond, don't take the porcelain work. After smashing the utensils, it will be identified as authentic, which is simply a laughing stock.

On the contrary, if Yamaki loses, then today's [day] academic community, even including [day] this country, will become a synonym for insland and shamelessness.

So this porcelain appraisal has risen to several levels, not only academic communication, but also the collision between the civilizations of the two countries, which makes many people who were originally indifferent to the collection sit by the TV.

"It must be fake, Dad, do you believe that such exquisite porcelain could be fired 1,000 years ago?"

Zhuang Rui replied with a smile. He didn't want to make things so big. Who let the little [day] get an inch? This is also a self-deserved result.

"But..." Qin Haoran was still a little worried.

"It's nothing, son of a bitch. How can there be so many problems? Look, it's about to start..."

Mr. Qin is much calmer than his son. While teasing his great-granddaughter in his arms, he scolded Qin Haoran.

Several people's eyes turned back to the TV screen. Zhuang Rui saw the security guard of the press conference venue and had isolated a piece of ten square meters of open space, and the two pieces of porcelain were placed on a table in the open space.

Although he firmly believed that Zhuang Rui would not lie to him, on this occasion, Professor Tian was also a little nervous. The "ancient porcelain" incident, which had been boiling for more than a month, was about to end today.

"Professor Tian" please..."

Yamaki stepped back and made a gesture to Tian Fan. In his opinion, the behavior of the Chinese people must be in vain, and his name will also resound throughout today.

There was a staff member next to him, who handed over a hammer for electricians, which was also what he had just found. After receiving the hammer, Professor Tian took a deep breath and said, "In order to let everyone more intuitively realize that these four artifacts came from one person, I think, starting with the porcelain I brought..."

"It's all..."

Shanmu waved his hand indifferently. It's your right to smash your own things, but if you want to smash me later, you have to be prepared for the 50 million US dollars to change hands.

"Professor Tian, there is no precedent for smashing and identifying works of art in the past. Excuse me, are you sure?"

A female reporter took a long microphone from the side of the security guard and handed it to Professor Tian. This was the first reporter's question in today's press release.

"I'm still the same sentence just now. It can't be true or false. It's true or false. It will be known soon. The facts are better than eloquence. When these porcelains are smashed, you will know..."

Professor Tian is also a little helpless. Using this method to identify objects is a manifestation of the appraiser's incompetence. Professor Tian's move is also to drive the duck on the shelves. He can't be humiliated by Xiao [day] like this, can he?

At the same time, Professor Tian also deeply admires the counterfeiter. He can imitate the quality so much. His craftsmanship is not comparable to that of the national-level craftsmanship. This manufacturer can set up his own system.

After answering the female reporter's question, Professor Tian picked up the hammer in his hand and went to the table, raised the hammer to the congratulator sent by Peng Fei.

At this moment, both the people at the press conference and the attention in front of the TV were holding their breath and staring at the high hammer.

"Bang!"

A crisp sound was amplified by the excellent sound effect of the scene, which seemed to hit everyone's fragile hearts, making everyone's body tremble slightly.

Turn your eyes back to the porcelain. The surface of the square gongware has been broken, revealing a black hole with the size of the baby's fist. The camera took a close-up view of the black hole, but it could not see the situation inside.

"Bang...Bang!"

The collision between the hammer and the porcelain kept coming. When Professor Tian knocked on the fifth hammer, the square ware finally disintegrated, and the scattered broken porcelain was irregularly distributed on the table.

Because he was stopped by the security guard outside, he was standing in front of the broken porcelain at this moment. As long as Professor Tian and Yamaki threw down the hammer, Professor Tian picked up the broken porcelain.

This object was not big. After a few dozen seconds, Professor Tian raised his head with a happy face, holding a palm-sized piece of porcelain in his hand, and the inner wall was outward, showing in front of all the cameras.

"Xu, November 12, 2006..."

In the high-level close-up view of the camera, the line above is slightly larger than the rice grain, which is clearly introduced to the audience around the world who are watching the press conference.

"Fake, or fake one by one... Someone shouted at the scene.

"Nonsense, of course, it's fake. This one was brought by Professor Tian..." Another reporter looked at the rookie next to him disdainfully. I don't know what the child is thinking?

"How can this be...?"

Shanmu standing next to Professor Tian, even without a magnifying glass, can clearly see the small words on the inner wall of the broken porcelain. He can't help but be in a trance. He has an extremely ominous foreboding.

At this moment, Yamaki even had a desire to stop Professor Tian from continuing to break the porcelain. He was afraid.

When Yehe saw that Yamamu was a little depressed, he immediately walked to him and attached it to Shanmu's ear and said, "Mr. Shanmu, that itself is a grinding product, and the engraving on the inner wall is not an advanced technology. You have to believe in science. Our two porcelains have been tested by Carbon Fourteen..."

"Ha ha! Thank you for your reminder. It's my fault..."

Yamaki suddenly bowed his head and bowed to Nohe. He also felt that he had lost his temper just now, but now he is facing all the TV viewers of the whole world, and he is representing the image of Japan.

"Next, I'm going to smash it. It's the same porcelain. Let's see it clearly..."

Yamamu's mood had just calmed down, and he was suddenly nervous by Professor Tian's words, because the porcelain to be smashed now will be the congratulator he bought from the [Zhong] country.

The broken porcelain just now was received by the staff with a basket. Until there was no more piece of broken porcelain on the table, Professor Tian raised the hammer to the other same piece of porcelain.

"Bang...Bang..."

With the rise and fall of Professor Tian's hammer, the exquisite porcelain turned into a pile of broken porcelain in an instant. Almost everyone's hearts in the field were raised to their throats, and their eyes stared at Professor Tian's hands motionlessly.

Professor Tian is also extremely nervous now. When his hands with white gloves appeared in the camera, the trembling was very obvious. Everyone could see that Professor Tian's heart was not as relaxed as his appearance.

Suddenly, Professor Tian's hand stopped, and a light appeared in his eyes under the thick lens, and his lips were unconsciously trembling. A piece of porcelain, which was only the size of a baby's palm, was tightly held in the palm of Professor Tian's hand.

"Blood, bleeding..."

"Professor Tian, your hand is bleeding..."

Professor Tian, who was excited, did not find that the sharp porcelain had cut through his palm, and a stream of blood flowed out of his fingers and dyed the broken porcelain red.

"I found it...I found it..."

Professor Tian didn't care about the blood in his hand at all. His lips moved and made a sound that only he could hear.

You know, in the process of Professor Tian's decision to break porcelain, he is under indescribable pressure. If he fails to find clues in these two pieces of porcelain, not only he, but also the whole academic community of the country will be laughed at by the world.

Of course, this situation no longer exists, because on the inner wall of the porcelain piece in Professor Tian's hand, the word "Xu, April 4, 2006" is stamped.

"Professor Tian, what are you talking about? Can you show us the tiles in your hand? Seeing Professor Tian's excited look, everyone realized that the result finally came out.

The mountain wood standing aside had a gray face. He could feel that it seemed to be a gaffe development, and it was not as he expected. What was in Professor Tian's hand must be unfavorable to him.

"Look, this is the evidence. I feel extremely indignant about the despicable behavior of this ceramic academic community!"

The reporter's words woke up Professor Tian. Tian Fan opened his hand, pinched the porcelain with two bloody fingers, and showed the words in the porcelain in front of the camera.

In addition to the fact that the color of the line is stained with blood, the font is exactly the same as that on the porcelain just now. Even many reporters who don't know the squares at the scene can see that the words on the two tiles seem to be out of one person.

Whether the font is the same or not, this is not the most important thing. The important thing is that Arabic numerals were introduced into the [China] country after the 12th and 3rd centuries. As for the [day], it is even later, which is historically verified.

So the Arabic numeral with the date alone proves that this porcelain is a modern imitation.

The venue of the press conference was boiling, and the hundreds of millions of [middle] Chinese audiences in front of the TV were boiling. One by one, the noses were spreading out quickly. In some cities of the [middle] country, there was even the sound of firecrackers.

In contrast, the reporters at the scene are all gray-faced and full of shame. They have understood that they are losers in this collision of Chinese and Japanese culture!