It's already 2026, how can we still talk about having many children and having many blessings?

After completing all the formalities, Gu Qingyao had someone put away Gao Xian's long scroll.

"I'm gone."

"Take care, Mr. Gu, come visit often."

After they left, Shi Qing turned around.

"Mr. Chen, Linglong is an honest girl. She has good skills and isn't slick. Please give her more opportunities."

"If she does anything wrong, please be lenient with her. If you're ever unsure about anything in the future, you can come and ask me."

"The old man may not have many other skills, but he can still say a few words about appraisal."

"Don't worry, Teacher Shi."

Shi Qing nodded and followed Gu Qingyao into the car.

Yu Linglong stood at the entrance of Jubaozhai, watching the car drive away.

"Mr. Chen, Uncle Qing just asked me how that piece of Gao Xian's cursive script came about."

"I said you picked it up at a street stall, but I didn't say anything more."

"It doesn't matter whether you tell or not." Chen Mo leaned against the counter. "Linglong, you need to find a way to raise the money tomorrow."

"Raise as much as you can, be a little shameless, ask all your relatives and friends, I'll help you achieve financial freedom."

"Okay, I'll go raise the money."

Chen Mo drove back to Hanlin Villa, first helping Zhao Siman solve her problem, then going to Xiang Tong's house to play games with that girl in the evening.

The next morning, Chen Mo drove to Cuihu Road in the east of the city, following the address sent by Gu Qingyao.

Early this morning, the cars coming and going from the detached villas on both sides of Cuihu Road are either Bentleys or Cayennes…

He arrived at a three-story building at the end of Cuihu Road, hidden behind two rows of tall camphor trees, which looked more like the private residence of a wealthy man from the outside.

Gu Qingyao was already waiting at the door.

She was dressed very formally today, in a dark gray suit and skirt, with her hair up in an updo. She exuded a powerful aura, and her mere presence at the doorway gave off a sense of pressure.

"Mr. Chen, please."

"Why is your company's museum located here?"

"My home is nearby. There are many wealthy people and collectors in this area."

As they walked, Gu Qingyao introduced the place.

This private residence belongs to her family and had been vacant until last year when it was converted into a museum invested by Shengheng Culture.

An idea suddenly popped into Chen Mo's mind.

Gu Qingyao and Gu Wanqing both have the surname Gu, so they can't be related, right?

He remained expressionless and followed Gu Qingyao inside.

"Ms. Gu, your museum is very impressive."

Gu Qingyao nodded, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Mr. Chen, I've invited a professional to come and help you with the assessment today. You don't mind, do you?"

"I don't mind."

Chen Mo glanced at her, and his mind-reading ability was automatically activated.

Whether he's truly capable or not will be revealed today. Zhao Mingyuan is Old Master Zhao's son; if even he says Chen Mo is incompetent, then his nonchalant attitude yesterday might have been just luck.

But if he's highly professional, even surpassing Zhao Mingyuan... then I must keep him no matter what.

Upon entering the exhibition hall, a young man was already waiting at the door.

The man looked to be in his early thirties, wearing a dark blue shirt and frameless glasses. He had regular features, stood tall, and exuded a sense of superiority from the inside out.

This person definitely comes from a prestigious family.

"Qingyao." He stepped forward, his gaze sweeping over Gu Qingyao's face before landing on Chen Mo. "And this is?"

"Mr. Chen Mo sold me a genuine cursive script work by Gao Xian from the late Tang Dynasty yesterday. He has a very good eye."

Gu Qingyao introduced Zhao Mingyuan to Chen Mo.

As expected, she comes from a prestigious family.

His father, Zhao Qiming, was from Beijing and was the chief appraisal expert of Shengheng Culture. He was formerly a specially appointed researcher at the Palace Museum and was considered a prominent figure in the field of cultural relic appraisal.

Zhao Mingyuan smiled and extended his hand. "Mr. Chen, it's a pleasure to meet you. May I ask which master you studied under, and which institution you work for?"

Chen Mo's mind-reading ability was triggered.

[A genuine work by Gao Xian? I've never seen another genuine work by Gao Xian on the market. Was it really found elsewhere?]

[They look so young, and they don't have that air of someone deeply immersed in the world of antiques. It's probably just family tradition, but they insist they found some hidden gems. Qingyao is the same; why does she bring just anyone to the museum?]

Chen Mo grasped his hand and smiled. "I have no teacher, I just figured it out on my own. I'm not with any organization, I'm a freelancer."

Zhao Mingyuan's smile remained unchanged, but a hint of contempt flashed in his eyes.

"A freelancer? That's rare. Mr. Chen, Qingyao said you're here to take a look. Perfect, there are a few things I'm not entirely sure about today, would you like to take a look together?"

"Just take a look."

The three of them walked into the exhibition hall.

This museum is indeed of an extraordinary standard.

The temperature and humidity are constant, the lighting design is extremely sophisticated, and each exhibit has its own independent glass display case with detailed text descriptions next to it.

The exhibits range from Shang and Zhou bronzes to Ming and Qing imperial porcelain, from calligraphy and paintings by famous artists to Hetian jade carvings; every piece appears to be a masterpiece.

When you get to the first exhibit, it is labeled "Late Shang Dynasty Bronze Zun with Taotie Pattern".

Zhao Mingyuan stopped, stepped aside to make way for the best viewing position, and made a "please" gesture.

Chen Mo didn't rush to get closer. He first stood in front of the display case and looked at the shape of the piece from a distance of one meter.

Then he took out a small, powerful flashlight from his pocket and shone it at different angles to examine the patterns on the statue's body.

The lines of the Taotie pattern undulate gracefully under side lighting, with layers of rust, and the surface itself looks fine.

"Shall I go closer and take a look?" he asked the staff member next to him.

Staff members stepped forward and opened the glass door of the display case.

Chen Mo put on gloves, bent down, and went all out in his act.

"Mr. Chen has a very keen eye." Zhao Mingyuan stood beside him, his tone slightly sarcastic. "My father confirmed the casting mold lines on this piece when he examined it. They are on the side of the vessel, a typical example of the block mold method."

Chen Mo hummed in agreement and straightened up.

"Teacher Zhao's judgment is very accurate; this one is indeed quite good."

Not good at all, it's a brilliant fake.

His X-ray vision has already seen through it.

On the inner bottom of the belly of that statue, there is a very fine trace of modern electrolysis, which is completely covered by rust and cannot be seen with the naked eye.

They continued walking.

Chen Mo looked at the next few items faster and faster.

Some people only look at it for a minute or two and say a few indifferent words; others don't even look at it, just glance at it and walk on.

He always used those "conventional methods," asking a question occasionally and then letting it go.

But he was becoming increasingly clear about it.

At least 40% of the items displayed in this museum are fake.

It's a "high-quality fake" that even top experts might mistake.

The forgers are extremely skilled; there are many of them, and you need X-ray vision to spot their flaws.

He glanced at Gu Qingyao.

Does this girl know about this?

How could a large company's collection contain so many fakes?

We quickly arrived at the innermost separate exhibition room in the exhibition hall.

Before me stood a huge porcelain vase.

Standing approximately 1.8 meters tall, this vessel is an enlarged version of the Qianlong famille rose nine-peach celestial globe vase, nearly three times larger than the standard size.

The glaze is as smooth as jade, and the famille rose colors are bright and eye-catching.

The label below reads: "Qing Dynasty, Qianlong Period, Famille Rose Nine Peach Pattern Large Celestial Globe Vase, Estimated Price: 350 Million."

"This is the most prized possession in our collection."

Zhao Mingyuan's tone carried a hint of arrogance: "Of the four known surviving Qianlong famille rose nine-peach celestial globe vases in the world, all are around fifty centimeters in size."

"This piece, measuring 1.8 meters, is a unique, large-sized item. When the Anglo-French allied forces burned down the Old Summer Palace, this piece ended up in the hands of a wealthy private individual overseas, and we went to great lengths to buy it back."

Chen Mo stood in front of the glass display case, looking up at the enormous object.

As before, he used conventional methods to conduct the examination, his face expressionless.

He was shocked when he saw a square QR code two millimeters below the glaze at the bottom of the celestial globe bottle.