Chapter 441
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Why did she push Ye Yafei? Even if she did, why did she have to knock down all the antique shelves? Chaoge was almost in tears.
Ye Yafei glanced at Feng Wu with a half-smile.
There were far more than ten thousand broken pieces here.
How was it possible to find a dozen pieces of the Whistling Vase among all these broken pieces?
Ye Yafei wasn't the only one thinking that. Everyone else was thinking the same thing.
However, Feng Wu was still crouching on the ground. Her slender hands moved like butterflies, and there was a piece of porcelain that looked as white as jade in the air.
Chaoge immediately pulled a piece of cloth from the side and put it by Feng Wu's feet.
Feng Wu then put the broken pieces on the cloth.
One, two, three … Before long, Feng Wu had picked up eighteen pieces of broken porcelain.
Ye Yafei stared at Feng Wu. "That's impossible! How did you find them? Not everything in here is real, right? "
Feng Wu glanced at Ye Yafei casually. "What do you know?"
Ye Yafei didn't know what to say.
Everyone else stared at Feng Wu in disbelief as well.
There were tens of thousands of porcelain pieces here, and they were all as white as jade. How had she picked them out?
No, she had to have picked them randomly. She would be exposed when she put them back on.
The eyes of the wise old man in the crowd lit up.
With his eyesight, he could naturally see some clues.
Feng Wu saw some gel on the side, so she picked it up.
She first smeared a thin layer of paper on the inside of the porcelain pieces, and then stuck the broken pieces onto the paper one by one. Finally, she placed it on the pedestal. In less than a minute, the Whistling Vase was glued back together.
It was completely intact, clean, and bright. There wasn't a single trace of it being broken before.
Mr Mo's eyes widened!
How was that possible?!
Feng Wu glanced at Mr Mo casually. "Is this the work of Master Yu Wei's Whistling Vase that you mentioned?"
Of course Mr Mo could say no.
How could he say no to such a seamless connection without the slightest flaw?
"Yes …" Mr Mo gritted his teeth.
Beads of sweat were already forming on his forehead.
Miss Feng's ability to identify antiques and repair antiques … She was definitely above the Master Level!
"Good." Feng Wu nodded again.
Holding Feng Wu's hand, Chaoge cried tears of joy and jumped up and down. "Xiao Wu, Xiao Wu! We don't have to lose money. That's great, that's great! "
This silly girl, she hadn't even started to show off, and she was already so happy?
Mr Mo stared at Feng Wu. "That's right. This is Master Yu Wei's Whistling Vase. However, even though it's been repaired, it's not as valuable as before. Miss Feng, do you agree?"
Feng Wu nodded. "That's true."
"Miss Feng, are you still stubbornly insisting that this is a fake?!" Mr. Mo was so angry that his face was ashen.
Crossing her hands behind her back, Feng Wu stood calmly in front of the crowd and said proudly, "It's a fake."
"Fine, fine, fine —" Mr. Mo was so angry that he laughed. He took the Whistling Vase and shouted to the crowd, "Everyone here is in the antique array business. I wonder which master is willing to step forward and help us appraise it?"
"Let me —"
An old man in a navy blue robe stepped out from the crowd and walked forward.
"Master Bian?"
Someone cried out in surprise.
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