His nails scratched across the base, making a slight scraping sound.
Su Qiji's heart moved. He found that the inscription on this porcelain was shallow and dull, and the bottom was also very rough. It was obviously an imitation.
"Third Master, I'm afraid this piece of porcelain is not a treasure from the Kaiyuan period, right?" Su Qiji put down the tea cup and said calmly.
Zhang Sangou's expression changed, and he asked in a panic: "Brother Su, what do you mean by this?"
"The body of this porcelain is too heavy, the glaze is too smooth, and the inscription on the bottom is obviously engraved later. It should be a modern imitation." Su Qiji said leisurely.
When the people around him heard this, they were in an uproar.
"What? Is it an imitation?"
"I thought it was real. It looked like that."
"This three-dog trick is trying to trick people again!"
Zhang Sangou's face turned livid. He didn't expect Su Qiji to see the flaw so quickly.
"Su Qiji, why don't you talk nonsense! I spent a lot of money to get this!" Zhang Sangou said angrily.
"The third master knows whether he is spouting blood or not." Su Qiji smiled faintly, picked up another piece of porcelain, and continued to observe.
