“Amateur!”

Tony loathed the proposal.

“Carbon-dating isn’t a foolproof method, yet you want a machine to do the appraisal. What a joke! Regardless if you’re using carbon-14 or thermoluminescence, none of these could beat the naked eye.”

Casper smirked at Tony’s admonishment. “You are right. Scientific appraisals have loopholes, but we wouldn’t know the difference till there is a comparison.”

The two men scoffed. “Stop pretending to be an expert. Now, return the jar to us! You can’t afford to pay if you break it?”

Casper laughed. “But I can. Let’s play a game. If the jar is genuine, I will pay you double the final bidding price at the fair.”

“What? You? Look at shabby attire. Where are you going to find the money if you can’t even afford a shard from the jar?”

Doubt filled Victoria’s mind as the men mocked Casper. She was impressed with his gut feel. However, his evaluations on the two items made no sense. Her interests were at stake because the vase and jar were finale items at the auction.

Tony pounded the table with his fist. “This is preposterous! Do you think you can act impudently because you’re rich? I don’t care about your finance. You owe us an explanation for claiming the jar to be a fake.”

He set the jar down and asked, “Mr. Lane, can you lend me your high-definition magnifying glass?”

Tony took one out of his toolbox reluctantly and gave Casper.

He felt a sense of familiarity during the examination. It felt different from the genuine antiques he had at home, more like the high-quality forgeries produced by his mentor.

Could this be one of his works?

enamel

to hone his skills. Over time, he knew every piece like the back of his hand. A knowledgeable and gifted assessor with

clear his doubts. Pretending to smash the jar was a ruse to see their

expressions confirmed

was once a famous master forger, to mentor him. The man made seventy-two replicas that

unique talent made him public enemy number one in the world of antiques. Some loved him, while others hated him. His forgeries had caused men to lose every penny,

different identity. Finally, the Simpsons hired him to be Casper’s mentor. The man imparted everything about appraising antiques to his

could pass as the real thing to fool the experts, a forger had

in circulation. The jar wasn’t one of his, but there were some similarities

One became the director of the National Museum while the other was

for a master forger to leave his trademark on his work. Mr. Crane would carve

“Bingo!”

the forger’s signature hidden in a

workmanship is ingenious!” He smiled at Tony, who felt a chill

did

another question, “Mr. Lane, I wonder if you have heard of a legend

best master forger, Mr. Crane? I heard his workmanship was unmatched. His replicas were flawless, even experts couldn’t tell the difference. Imagine the

men

jar and the

a fawn hidden

the field, Tony was clueless about the

a well-respected appraiser in

apprentice named Mr. Buck. I believe he is continuing his mentor’s practice when he left a carving of his signature on his work. And that is the fawn

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