Found 100 Million In My Rented Apartment Chapter 2111: Your Technique Is Too Crude

Although this tattered book was in extremely poor condition, with water stains, insect damage, and stains everywhere, the words... the papers...

"How is it?" Lin Xiaosi was anxious.

The Adam’s apple on Zhou Wenbo’s neck bobbed, his voice dry. "Something’s not right."

"What do you mean?"

"It’s too real." Zhou Wenbo’s voice was very soft and filled with disbelief. "The appearance is bad, but the paper is Chengxin Hall paper, the ink is Songyan ink, and the details of the handwriting and brushstrokes... It’s even more authentic than mine."

"How is that possible?!" Lin Xiaosi’s eyes widened. "Didn’t you say that yours is the best imitation? Even the old experts from the provincial museum couldn’t tell?"

"I can’t tell..." Zhou Wenbo’s forehead broke out in cold sweat. "But this book of his is... more real."

He paused and added, "And, as far as I know, there are no more than three copies of the Song version of ’Wang Wengong’s Collected Works.’ Every book has a clear inheritance record. It’s impossible for a book to suddenly appear from the trash..."

"What do you mean?" Lin Xiaosi heard the implication.

Zhou Wenbo glanced at her, his eyes flickering. "Either his book is a fake, but its level of replica is as good as real, or..."

He did not continue.

But Lin Xiaosi understood.

Or, Ye Feng’s book was real. Then the book in her hand would be completely exposed as a fraud.

"No!" Lin Xiaosi gritted her teeth and lowered her voice. "Mr. Zhou, you have to think of a way. Just say that his book is fake and a high-quality imitation. Anyway, there are almost no such books on the market. Whatever you say goes."

"Um..." Zhou Wenbo hesitated.

"After it’s done," Lin Xiaosi stared at him. "I’ll give you 200,000."

Zhou Wenbo’s body shook slightly.

200,000.

He had only received 100,000 yuan for helping Lin Xiaosi make this fake book. Now, just by saying a few more words, he could get another 200,000 yuan...

He took a deep breath and adjusted his glasses. His eyes became firm again.

"Alright," he whispered.

At this moment-

"Pa."

Lin Wanrong closed Ye Feng’s book.

She raised her head and looked at Ye Feng, at her daughter, and finally at Zhou Wenbo.

"Mr. Zhou," she said slowly, her voice filled with confusion. "I don’t quite understand this book."

"Professor Lin, please go ahead." Zhou Wenbo immediately put on a professional smile.

"This book is indeed made of Chengxin Hall paper, and the ink is Songyan ink. The details of the writing style, including some taboo words unique to the Song Dynasty, are all in line with the characteristics of the Song version." Lin Wanrong frowned. "But the appearance is really too bad. Furthermore..."

She paused and looked at Ye Feng. "Mr. Ye, did you find this book in a rubbish dump?"

"Yes." Ye Feng nodded.

"That’s strange." Lin Wanrong said. "It’s already very rare for the Song edition to have such complete text content even after being preserved to this day. However, the degree of wear and water stains on the paper of this book were obviously made recently. If it was buried in the trash, it shouldn’t be like this."

"Mr. Zhou, what do you think?" She looked at Zhou Wenbo.

Zhou Wenbo was delighted.

The opportunity had come.

He took a step forward and took Ye Feng’s book from Lin Wanrong’s hands, then he opened it again and read a few pages carefully before shaking his head.

"Professor Lin is right." His tone was serious. "There’s a problem with this book."

"What is it?" Lin Wanrong asked.

Zhou Wenbo raised the book high, letting the sunlight shine on the pages.

"Look here." He pointed at a water stain at the edge of a page. "This water stain has a clear edge and a uniform range. It’s obviously caused by someone. If it were naturally damp, the water stains should have gradually spread from the edge inwards. The marks wouldn’t be so neat."

He turned to another page and pointed at a few worm-eaten holes.

"And these wormholes. Look carefully, the size, shape, and distribution of the wormholes are too regular. Real wormholes should be random and irregular, but these seem to have been deliberately made with tools."

Lin Wanrong took a closer look and frowned even more tightly.

"Also," Zhou Wenbo brought the page to his nose and sniffed it gently. Then, he revealed a meaningful smile. "This book has a very faint smoky smell."

"Smoke?" Lin Wanrong also smelled it. There was indeed.

"Yes." Zhou Wenbo nodded. "This is a common method of making things appear old. They’d smoke the pages of the book to make the paper quickly turn yellow, imitating a sense of age. However, after smoking, it would leave a special smell in the paper fibers, which would be difficult to dissipate in a short period of time."

He returned the book to Ye Feng and adjusted his glasses. His tone was firm like a professional appraiser.

"Mr. Ye, this book of yours is a fake. Moreover, it is a high-level counterfeit. The paper, ink, and handwriting were all very similar. Unfortunately, the method of making it old was too crude. Smoke, water splashes, pierced holes... These traces are too obvious. It’s fine for fooling outsiders, but in the eyes of us professionals, we can see it at a glance."