Mr. Jin had never dreamed of it.
The authentic piece he wanted was a fake, and the broken wooden box he discarded like a worn-out shoe was actually hiding the genuine article!
"Teacher, what exactly is going on..."
George looked at Yin Tian with a bewildered face, completely dizzy from the series of twists and turns.
"True and false, false and true, are just old tricks commonly used by the ancients."
Yin Tian said with a light smile, "Whether it's the fan surface on top or the beauty painting underneath being imitated and covered, it's all to divert attention away from this wooden box."
"If I'm not mistaken, this fan and that wooden box must be a family heirloom from a certain household, passed down generation to generation until even the family itself no longer knew the mystery within."
