Divine Lucky Star

Chapter 379: Chapter 378 Expert Oh Chapter 379: Chapter 378 Expert Oh As soon as Wang Hao mentioned that there was a flaw with the object, Principal Zheng, Master Liu, and the elder all stared in shock. Among the three, Principal Zheng was the most anxious and urgently asked, “A flaw? What flaw?!”

This was something he had planned to give to the Third Elder of the Hong family. If he were to give a fake, the joke would be on him!

“Don’t worry, I’m not in a hurry to leave,” Wang Hao said with a smile, sitting on the sofa in the same pose as Ge You, and continued, “Speaking of the flaw, let me start by telling you a story. It must have been around the ’90s, there was a merchant who bought a knife from the countryside. The knife was excellent, with a sharp and keen blade. The hilt showed some wear and patina, indicating it was an item of heritage. The only regret was that the scabbard was missing. Just the knife wrapped in cloth probably wouldn’t sell for much. What to do? The merchant wasn’t worried. He went home, made a suitable scabbard from old wood, painted it green, then sprinkled fine millet over the wet paint, and sanded it down. After that, he repeated the process of painting and sprinkling millet, and sanding. When it started to look the part, he attached some old copper pieces as decorations, and the faux-sharkskin sheath was complete.”

After listening to Wang Hao’s story, everyone present was confused. Manager Tong glared at him with fierce eyes, pondering his own thoughts.

Principal Zheng, who loved antiques and stories, asked, “And then what happened?”

“Then, the merchant placed the scabbard in the kitchen to let it smoke and char for a few days. He wiped it with a hand towel, inserted the knife, and the whole knife took on an ancient charm. Truly a fine piece!” Wang Hao slowly explained, “He took the knife to a shop, let it gather dust in a inconspicuous spot for a few days, blew the dust off with his mouth, and then put it on a prominent shelf, waiting for a fool to take the bait. Crowds came and went in the shop, but few showed interest in the knife. The shopkeeper wasn’t in a hurry, confident someone would eventually appreciate it. One day, an old man arrived, saw the knife, and immediately asked the shopkeeper to show it to him, casually asking, ‘Shopkeeper, is this sharkskin? Where did you find it?’ The shopkeeper smiled widely: ‘Oh, I don’t really know about the material. It wasn’t found; it came from my father-in-law’s house.’ After some bargaining, it sold for fifteen hundred, and both buyer and seller were satisfied, even becoming good friends.”