The old man wore a Tang suit, tall and spirited, in excellent shape.

However, the overbearing aura between his brows was similar to that of He Tian.

Suddenly, Su Chen remembered that this old man's last name was He.

"Father."

Sure enough, the next moment, He Tian's voice was heard, "Is that set of tools from Jingcheng Tianshun Tang? The whole set is worth more than five Qing Dynasty porcelain cows. Are you really letting this kid practice with it?"

The old man remained calm, "It's just something worth a thousand bucks. Let him use it. However..."

A sudden turn, capturing everyone's attention.

He Old man's gaze became slightly ominous, "If you're just playing tricks, using such means to tarnish the reputation of my Antique Holy Workshop, think carefully about how you'll survive in the antique street in the future."

Su Chen chuckled at the words.

Clearly a face in his twenties, but in terms of aura, he didn't lose to He Old man: "A tool worth a thousand bucks is just entry-level in my eyes."

Phew!

His words stunned the entire audience.

However, the glances they cast were more of gloating.

Who didn't know that Jingcheng Wanshun Tang was a famous shop in the northern antique world? The items that passed through their hands, be it antiques or tools, were nothing short of exquisite.

And this Su Chen, not only had no awe for Antique Holy Workshop but also managed to tarnish the name of Wanshun Tang, truly a naive youngster.

At this moment, they all hoped to see Su Chen embarrassed, then kicked out of the antique street like a mouse crossing the street, never able to lift his head again.

He Old man frowned, unexpectedly unable to suppress Su Chen. He raised his opinion of Su Chen a bit, then snorted heavily from his nose, "Good boy, I hope your skills can back up your big words!"

A wave of his hand, the lackey named San'er immediately went to the inner hall of Antique Holy Workshop to fetch the tools.

During this time, Lin Wanqing hurriedly approached Su Chen, tugging at his clothes, "Let's forget it."

"Don't give up."

He Tian had been watching the actions of the two, and when he saw this, he immediately spoke, attracting everyone's attention, "Wanqing, if this guy leaves, it's like slapping yourself in the face. In the future, you won't be able to survive on the antique street."

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Lin Wanqing blushed, her voice trembling with anger, "Don't talk nonsense!"

Su Chen, on the other hand, couldn't be bothered to waste words, directly shooting a fierce glance and causing He Tian to shut up about the unpleasant things he was going to say.

Just at this moment, San'er came out with a box.

With a crisp sound, the box containing the restoration tools was opened, revealing them to everyone.

Spectrometers, drawing paper, special glue, various types of files, as well as gold leaf for filling and pigments for final coloring.

Named and unnamed, a dazzling array.

The audience had confused expressions until someone woke up and exclaimed, "I only knew that He Old man is the best appraisal expert on Antique Street, but I didn't expect him to be a restoration expert as well."

He Old man enjoyed the admiration and stroked his beard, "In the field of cultural relic restoration, I just dabbled a bit. Can't be considered an expert."

"You're being too modest."

Listening to these people blindly praising He Old man, Su Chen just smiled ironically. He placed the Qing Dynasty porcelain cow on a nearby glass cabinet, the bag full of broken porcelain next to it, and then picked up three files and a tube of glue from the box.

He Old man sneered, "This guy really doesn't understand restoration."

"He Old man, how do you say that?"

Someone asked.

He Old man didn't answer directly, but instead gave He Tian a meaningful look, and the latter knew that this was his chance to show off. He immediately eloquently spoke, "In the restoration of cultural relics, the first step is to perform a spectral analysis of the relic, find the specific damaged areas, and this guy uses glue for repairs right away. He can't even be considered a novice; he treats restoring cultural relics as a puzzle game."

"So that's how it is!"

The crowd was enlightened, praising He Tian's extensive knowledge while taking the opportunity to discredit Su Chen.

Lin Wanqing anxiously clutched her small hand, not knowing what to do.

Su Chen, however, paid no attention to these words. Holding three files simultaneously with four fingers, forming a shape like Wolverine's claws, he used his left thumb and forefinger to hold the glue, and the remaining three fingers held the porcelain pieces. He gently applied a little glue and used the files to repair the porcelain, seemingly casually, and successfully filled a piece.

The entire process was smooth and seemed unnatural for someone who didn't know anything about it.

"Hmm?"

He Old man made a soft sound, a trace of disdain in his eyes suddenly replaced by a glint of interest.

And that piece of porcelain was just the beginning.

Su Chen's movements didn't stop for a moment. In fact, he didn't even leave any time for thought. Each time he picked up a piece of porcelain, he could stick it back in a few seconds. It was as if he had pressed the fast-forward button; his actions were flowing and natural.

"Father, I feel like this guy knows something."

He Tian also felt that something was wrong, so he leaned in beside He Old man, asking in a low voice.

However, He Old man was completely immersed in watching Su Chen's restoration process, not hearing He Tian's words.

The surrounding spectators couldn't help but start whispering.

"I think this guy really understands the restoration of cultural relics."

"I also feel that way. I didn't get a clear view of the quality of the porcelain cow from a distance, but I conservatively estimate that this should be an object from Longquan Kiln in the Northern Song Dynasty. If it can be restored to seventy percent, it will sell for the amount he mentioned."

"That's true, but I heard that the difficulty of restoring celadon is extremely high. Seventy percent, I think it's hard, unless it's those master craftsmen in the Forbidden City..."

"Reversal Hand!"

Suddenly, He Old man's face changed drastically, like a thunderclap shocking him, he shouted, "The lost restoration technique, Reversal Hand!"