Chapter 108: Extreme Method of Authenticating Fakes

Xiao Sizi stretched both hands forward, gripping the left and right sides of the inkstone.

With a twist of her wrists, she lifted the thick stone inkstone weighing over ten jin. This book is first published on Tiantian Kan Xiaoshuo ->𝐭𝐭𝐤𝐬. 𝐭𝐰, providing you with error-free chapters and a reading experience without scrambled order.

"What are you doing!" Wang Zitao shouted instantly, reaching out to snatch it back.

Xiao Sizi flipped the inkstone over, turning its bottom surface upward.

She placed it before the entire class of students and parents for everyone to see.

On the flat, clean bottom, six large characters were clearly carved in Small Seal Script.

"Imperial Use of Taizong Shimin."

Xiao Sizi's gaze instantly grew cold.

She stared at those six characters as if seeing the most absurd joke in the world.

"Insolent," Xiao Sizi spat out two words.

"The third offense: falsely claiming rules, living without knowing death."

"Our Great Tang's laws state clearly: the personal name of the reigning monarch must be strictly avoided by all subjects under heaven."

"When writing, one must omit a stroke when encountering the name; when speaking, one must circumvent it."

Xiao Sizi placed the inkstone back into its wooden box.

"To directly speak the name of Emperor Taizong, and even carve it on the bottom of an object for people to repeatedly grind ink over day after day."

Xiao Sizi stepped forward, her entire aura fully unleashed.

"This is the crime of great rebellion! According to Great Tang law, this is a capital offense punishable by the execution of nine generations and the wiping out of the entire family!"

Xiao Sizi's gaze swept over that authentication certificate.

"The forger doesn't even understand the most basic historical common sense, taking a fake stone cut by a machine, stamping a fake seal, and daring to pass it off as an heirloom from the imperial family."

The classroom instantly fell silent.

All parents and students were stunned by Xiao Sizi's authentication judgment, which sounded highly professional and carried a sharp, piercing momentum.

"You little beast! Spouting nonsense!"

A sharp curse suddenly exploded from the back row of the classroom.

Zhou Na, wearing high heels, rushed out from the audience seating.

She had specially taken leave today to attend the class meeting, intending to watch her son display this million-yuan antique.

To fully enjoy the envious glances of other parents.

But unexpectedly, all her lies were exposed on the spot by a little girl.

Zhou Na rushed to the podium and shoved Wang Zitao aside.

That hand, wearing a huge diamond ring, pointed at Xiao Sizi's nose, the foundation on her cheeks flaking off due to extreme anger.

"Knowing a few broken words, you dare to pretend to be an expert here! This is something our family bought from an auction house for one million!"

Zhou Na trembled with rage, spittle flying everywhere.

"You slander my reputation and ruin the price of the antique. I will call the police right now, have you and your poor father arrested, and make you pay until you are bankrupt!"

Just then, at the front door of the classroom, the door hinge began to turn.

"Sorry, teacher, there was a slight conflict in timing; I was lecturing at the neighboring primary school, plus there was some traffic on the road, so I'm late."

Lin Xuan bowed repeatedly to the homeroom teacher, apologizing.

Today he wore a clean, neat dark gray trench coat, with a plastic name tag hanging on his chest.

It read "Guest Traditional Cultural Relic Counselor of Shiyi Xiao," indicating he had been invited by the school to give a cultural lecture to the middle school.

After finishing his lecture, he rushed over without stopping.

When Lin Xuan straightened up, his demeanor suddenly changed, and his gaze pointed directly at the podium.

At the doorway, he had already heard Zhou Na's hysterical roar.

Lin Xuan walked step by step toward the podium.

Several parents sitting in the parent seats actively made way for him.

Lin Xuan stopped beside Xiao Sizi.

His broad palm rested on Xiao Sizi's shoulder, gently squeezing twice to transmit a sense of steadiness to her.

Xiao Sizi turned her head to look at him.

The coldness in her eyes slowly dissipated, and her body, which had been tightly tense, relaxed.

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Lin Xuan turned his head, his gaze landing on Zhou Na's face.

"Ms. Zhou, do you want to call the police?" Lin Xuan spoke, his tone particularly calm. "I'll help you dial 110."

Zhou Na paused for a moment.

Looking at Lin Xuan's eyes, which held not a single ripple, a sudden feeling of panic rose in her heart.

"The good daughter you raised! All nonsense! Ruining our family antique's reputation!" Zhou Na gritted her teeth, forcing herself to find a way to save face. "We have an authentication certificate! The certificate even bears the seal of a great expert!"

Lin Xuan let out a light chuckle.

He picked up the gold-rimmed laminated authentication card from the desk, his eyes scanning the signature position at the very bottom of the card.

"Jin Dazhong." Lin Xuan read out the name and casually tossed the hard card back onto the desk.

He took out his Mobile Phone and unlocked it with his thumbprint.

He opened WeChat and found the group chat of the internal association for the antique appraisal industry in this city.

He swiped his finger up the screen, found a group announcement posted a few days ago, and tapped to enlarge it.

Lin Xuan rotated his wrist and directly shoved the Mobile Phone screen right in front of Zhou Na's eyes.

"Ms. Zhou, take a look."

Zhou Na's eyes widened, her gaze falling on the illuminated screen.

【Internal Industry Notice: Jin Dazhong, formerly a nominal Appraiser with the Association, is suspected of forging antique appraisal certificates over a long period and conspiring with a counterfeit ring to commit fraud. The amount involved is enormous. He was formally arrested by the Economic Crime Investigation Brigade of the Municipal Public Security Bureau on the twelfth of this month. All peers are urged to take this as a warning.】

Below the screen, there was also a photo of the suspect's detention released by the police.

Zhou Na's pupils instantly dilated.

Her entire face turned deathly pale.

"Ar... arrested?"

Lin Xuan put his Mobile Phone away, shoving it directly into his pocket.

"A modern craft stone cut by machines, paired with a piece of worthless paper issued by a fraudster,"

"costing less than three hundred yuan. Consider your one million yuan as payment for a lesson."

Lin Xuan turned his head, glancing at the inkstone placed inside the wooden box.

"The three appraisal conclusions Mingda just stated, every sentence is reasonable, every point hits the mark."

Lin Xuan turned his head again to look at Zhou Na, raising his voice a few notches so the entire classroom could hear clearly.

"I am a professional holding the National Level One Cultural Relic Appraiser qualification certificate."

"I guarantee one hundred percent Mingda's judgment on this broken stone."

"Ms. Zhou, you can go call the police right now. Let the police investigate exactly which scammer's pocket your one million yuan went into. You can also sue us for defamation; just try it and you'll see."

Below the podium, the parents who had come to observe suddenly erupted into a commotion, beginning to murmur in low voices.

Several gazes filled with mockery and disdain pierced Zhou Na like sharp swords.

The industry notice Lin Xuan produced struck her like a blunt club to the head, leaving her dazed and dizzy.

Spending one million yuan to buy a fake stone cut by machines, then making a huge fuss to bring it to school to show off.

The bubble of vanity she had blown burst, splashing dirty mud water all over her.

Zhou Na dared not even confirm whether that notice was true or false; Lin Xuan's confident demeanor, combined with the title of "National Level One Appraiser,"

had crushed the last shred of her confidence.

"Y... you are all ganging up to bully me!" Zhou Na grabbed any excuse she could find, her voice trembling.

She turned around, grabbed the red sandalwood box on the podium, and slammed the lid shut with a "Clap!"

Then she reached out and grabbed Wang Zitao's arm, her fingernails digging into the fat boy's flesh.

"Mom! It hurts so much!" Wang Zitao cried out in pain.

"Shut up! Come home with me!"

Zhou Na dragged her son, stumbling in her high heels as she rushed toward the front door of the classroom, bursting through the half-open iron gate.

She fled into the corridor, her back looking utterly wretched.

The sound of footsteps slowly faded away.

Below the screen, there was also a photo of the suspect's detention released by the police.

Zhou Na's pupils instantly dilated.

Her entire face turned deathly pale.

"Ar... arrested?"

Lin Xuan put his Mobile Phone away, shoving it directly into his pocket.

"A modern craft stone cut by machines, paired with a piece of worthless paper issued by a fraudster,"

"costing less than three hundred yuan. Consider your one million yuan as payment for a lesson."

Lin Xuan turned his head, glancing at the inkstone placed inside the wooden box.

"The three appraisal conclusions Mingda just stated, every sentence is reasonable, every point hits the mark."

Lin Xuan turned his head again to look at Zhou Na, raising his voice a few notches so the entire classroom could hear clearly.

"I am a professional holding the National Level One Cultural Relic Appraiser qualification certificate."

"I guarantee one hundred percent Mingda's judgment on this broken stone."

"Ms. Zhou, you can go call the police right now. Let the police investigate exactly which scammer's pocket your one million yuan went into. You can also sue us for defamation; just try it and you'll see."

Below the podium, the parents who had come to observe suddenly erupted into a commotion, beginning to murmur in low voices.

Several gazes filled with mockery and disdain pierced Zhou Na like sharp swords.

The industry notice Lin Xuan produced struck her like a blunt club to the head, leaving her dazed and dizzy.

Spending one million yuan to buy a fake stone cut by machines, then making a huge fuss to bring it to school to show off.

The bubble of vanity she had blown burst, splashing dirty mud water all over her.

Zhou Na dared not even confirm whether that notice was true or false; Lin Xuan's confident demeanor, combined with the title of "National Level One Appraiser,"

had crushed the last shred of her confidence.

"Y... you are all ganging up to bully me!" Zhou Na grabbed any excuse she could find, her voice trembling.

She turned around, grabbed the red sandalwood box on the podium, and slammed the lid shut with a "Clap!"

Then she reached out and grabbed Wang Zitao's arm, her fingernails digging into the fat boy's flesh.

"Mom! It hurts so much!" Wang Zitao cried out in pain.

"Shut up! Come home with me!"

Zhou Na dragged her son, stumbling in her high heels as she rushed toward the front door of the classroom, bursting through the half-open iron gate.

She fled into the corridor, her back looking utterly wretched.

The sound of footsteps slowly faded away.

【Internal Industry Notice: Jin Dazhong, formerly a nominal Appraiser with the Association, is suspected of forging antique appraisal certificates over a long period and conspiring with a counterfeit ring to commit fraud. The amount involved is enormous. He was formally arrested by the Economic Crime Investigation Brigade of the Municipal Public Security Bureau on the twelfth of this month. All peers are urged to take this as a warning.】

Below the screen, there was also a photo of the suspect's detention released by the police.

Zhou Na's pupils instantly dilated.

Her entire face turned deathly pale.

"A-arrested?"

Lin Xuan put the Mobile Phone away, shoving it directly into his pocket.

"A modern craft stone cut by machines, paired with a worthless piece of paper issued by a fraudster,"

"costing less than three hundred yuan; consider your one million yuan a lesson learned."

Lin Xuan turned his head, glancing at the inkstone placed inside the wooden box.

"The three appraisal conclusions Mingda just stated, every sentence is reasonable, every point hits the mark."

Lin Xuan turned his head again to look at Zhou Na, raising his voice a few notches so the entire classroom could hear clearly.

"I am a professional holding the National Level One Cultural Relic Appraiser qualification certificate."

"I guarantee one hundred percent Mingda's judgment on this broken stone."

"Ms. Zhou, you can go call the police right now; let them investigate exactly which scammer's pocket your one million yuan went into, and you can even sue us for defamation; just try it and see."

Below the podium, the parents who had come to observe suddenly erupted, beginning to murmur in low voices.

Several gazes filled with mockery and disdain, like sharp swords, stabbed into Zhou Na.

The industry notice Lin Xuan produced was like a club smashing down on her head, leaving her dazed and seeing stars.

Spending one million yuan to buy a fake stone cut by machines, then making a huge fuss to bring it to school to show off.

The vanity bubble she had blown burst, splashing dirty mud water all over her.

Zhou Na didn't dare to verify whether that notice was true or false; Lin Xuan's confident demeanor, combined with the title of "National Level One Appraiser,"

had crushed the last shred of her confidence.

"Y-you... you're ganging up to bully me!" Zhou Na grabbed any excuse she could find, her voice trembling.

She turned around, grabbed the red sandalwood box on the podium, and slammed the lid shut with a "Clap!"

Then she reached out and grabbed Wang Zitao's arm, her fingernails digging into the fat boy's flesh.

"Mom! It hurts so much!" Wang Zitao cried out in pain.

"Shut up! Come home with me!"

Zhou Na dragged her son, stumbling in her high heels as she rushed toward the front door of the classroom, bursting through the half-open iron gate.

She fled into the corridor, her back looking utterly wretched.

The sound of footsteps slowly faded away.

Below the screen, there was also a photo of the suspect's detention released by the police.

Zhou Na's pupils instantly dilated.

Her entire face turned deathly pale.

"A-arrested?"

Lin Xuan put the Mobile Phone away, shoving it directly into his pocket.

"A modern craft stone cut by machines, paired with a worthless piece of paper issued by a fraudster,"

"costing less than three hundred yuan; consider your one million yuan a lesson learned."

Lin Xuan turned his head, glancing at the inkstone placed inside the wooden box.

"The three appraisal conclusions Mingda just stated, every sentence is reasonable, every point hits the mark."

Lin Xuan turned his head again to look at Zhou Na, raising his voice a few notches so the entire classroom could hear clearly.

"I am a professional holding the National Level One Cultural Relic Appraiser qualification certificate."

"I guarantee one hundred percent Mingda's judgment on this broken stone."

"Ms. Zhou, you can go call the police right now; let them investigate exactly which scammer's pocket your one million yuan went into, and you can even sue us for defamation; just try it and see."

Below the podium, the parents who had come to observe suddenly erupted, beginning to murmur in low voices.

Several gazes filled with mockery and disdain, like sharp swords, stabbed into Zhou Na.

The industry notice Lin Xuan produced was like a club smashing down on her head, leaving her dazed and seeing stars.

Spending one million yuan to buy a fake stone cut by machines, then making a huge fuss to bring it to school to show off.

The vanity bubble she had blown burst, splashing dirty mud water all over her.

Zhou Na didn't dare to verify whether that notice was true or false; Lin Xuan's confident demeanor, combined with the title of "National Level One Appraiser,"

had crushed the last shred of her confidence.

"Y-you... you're ganging up to bully me!" Zhou Na grabbed any excuse she could find, her voice trembling.

She turned around, grabbed the red sandalwood box on the podium, and slammed the lid shut with a "Clap!"

Then she reached out and grabbed Wang Zitao's arm, her fingernails digging into the fat boy's flesh.

"Mom! It hurts so much!" Wang Zitao cried out in pain.

"Shut up! Come home with me!"

Zhou Na dragged her son, stumbling in her high heels as she rushed toward the front door of the classroom, bursting through the half-open iron gate.

She fled into the corridor, her back looking utterly wretched.

The sound of footsteps slowly faded away.