I Transmigrated as the Antagonists' Mother!

After browsing through the last room, Vivian did not find anything interesting. She also found many of the goods here were actually counterfeits or synthetic products like Fred's jade ring, but they were not as hard to distinguish as the ring.

They had only been halfway through the third room when they left because of the painting. Vivian decided to return and finish the rest of the room. She had not thought about what to give Jack as a reward, so she decided to see if there was anything suitable here.

Vivian had good eyesight. As soon as she entered the door, she saw Fred and a white-haired old man looking at the mystic-colored porcelain from before.

In order to avoid the awkwardness, Vivian was about to turn around and leave, but she did not expect Fred to turn around just in time. Their eyes met, and Fred was stunned for a moment.

It would not be appropriate to leave after a head-on encounter, so Vivian stepped forward to greet him.

Fred also smiled and replied, "I've always wanted to buy an antique with mystic-colored porcelain to keep at home. It's rare to see one this time, and I'm really itching to buy it. My master is quite knowledgeable about porcelain, and since he's here to attend this event, I invited him over to take a look."

Since the other party took the initiative to offer an explanation, Vivian naturally would not refuse. She smiled and said, "I really don't know much about porcelain. It would be great if there's an expert in this area to help. I was just worried I'd make a mistake and cause you to lose your love."

At this moment, the old man who was squatting on the ground also put down the bottle in his hand and stood up. Seeing this, Fred hurriedly looked at him with anticipation.

The old man looked at Fred and then at Vivian. He smiled and said, "Is this beautiful miss Vivian the one who stopped you just now?" he asked.

Fred nodded in a daze when he heard this. He thought Vivian had made a wrong judgment and the old man wanted to correct her.

However, this old man had always been merciless with his words. Sometimes, he was clearly giving advice out of good intentions, but the words he said were so vicious that it made people want to hit him.

Fred coughed lightly, hinting to the old man to control his temper. "Old man, this is Ms. Vivian's first time coming into contact with an underground cultural relic. She's more familiar with calligraphy and paintings. It's normal for her to make an error in judgment on porcelain."

Andrew rolled his eyes at Fred in a bad mood and said in a disappointed tone, "You still have the cheek to say that? You've been learning from me for so long, but you're not even as good as a young lady who focuses on calligraphy and painting!"

Fred's eyes suddenly widened. What did he mean? Was this really fake?

Andrew snorted coldly, and Fred did not give up. He picked up the bottle and looked at it again. "The glaze color is well-proportioned and clear, and there are spiral patterns on the inner wall. The embryo's color is fragrant gray, and there are burn marks at the bottom of the bottle. What's wrong with this?"

The one-eyed stall owner had been listening to the commotion over here. When he heard this, he also came over and asked anxiously, "Yeah, what's wrong with my mystic-colored porcelain?"

This time, he had brought this mystic-colored porcelain to show off to the old cripple, but who knew that the old cripple would tell him it was fake after looking at it for a long time.

He was about to ask what the problem was when the old cripple's enemy smashed the door. He was so scared that he took the things and ran away. After that, he couldn't find the old cripple, so he probably went out to hide.

The old cripple's professional one-eyed stall owner believed him 100%. The two of them had known each other since they were young, so it was impossible for the other party to lie to him.

This question had been on the one-eyed stall owner's mind for many days. He was actually very curious as to what the problem was with this mystic-colored porcelain. He touched it many times every day, but he still couldn't figure out the problem.

Andrew saw the curiosity in their eyes and said, "This bottle is a good imitation, but look at the nails on the top. How many nails are there?"

Fred flipped the bottle over to check.

The one-eyed vendor had studied it for many days and remembered every detail. Without looking at it, he immediately answered, "Five."

"How many nails were there in the H nation 1200 years ago?" Andrew asked, raising his eyebrows.

Fred replied, "Three! But we can't rule out five, right?"

Andrew snorted and pointed at the five rice-sized dots. "It can't be ruled out, but such a small nail burn, the porcelain from before the 13th century didn't have such a feature."