Chapter 534: Fake! It’s All Fakes in Your Museum!
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Luo Feng shot a glance at the disheartened Fujii, whose dismay over the flyer was evident. Ignoring his plight, Luo Feng directed his attention to a nearby wooden cabinet, securely fastened to the wall, and locked.
Moving with swift precision, Luo Feng picked the lock.
The cabinet door creaked open, revealing its contents.
[Ding! Porcelain, Southern Song Dynasty, worth 10 million yuan.]
Luo Feng blinked in surprise.
This was genuine Hua Xia porcelain.
The individual who originally owned this basement was no common figure. In that era, one could only obtain Chinese artifacts by either participating in the loot from the Sakura nation or by traveling personally to China, which entailed either civilian purchases or outright theft.
Either method was beyond the capacity of an ordinary individual. After all, the former required intimate knowledge of official personnel and audacity, while the latter, during those years, was an indulgence reserved for high-ranking and affluent members of the Sakura nation.
However, Luo Feng could confirm one thing: the owner of this basement must have met an untimely demise. Otherwise, this treasure-laden basement would not have been left unclaimed. If he had died of natural causes, he would have surely passed this down to his descendants. Even in the absence of a direct heir, wouldn’t there be close friends or relatives?
wooden cabinet, securely fastened to the wall, and locked.
Moving with swift precision, Luo Feng picked the lock.
The cabinet door creaked open, revealing its contents.
[Ding! Porcelain, Southern Song Dynasty, worth 10 million yuan.]
Luo Feng blinked in surprise.
This was genuine Hua Xia porcelain.
The individual who originally owned this basement was no common figure. In that era, one could only obtain Chinese artifacts by either participating in the loot from the Sakura nation or by traveling personally to China, which entailed either civilian purchases or outright theft.
Either method was beyond the capacity of an ordinary individual. After all, the former required intimate knowledge of official personnel and audacity, while the latter, during those years, was an indulgence reserved for high-ranking and affluent members of the Sakura nation.
However, Luo Feng could confirm one thing: the owner of this basement must have met an untimely demise. Otherwise, this treasure-laden basement would not have been left unclaimed. If he had died of natural causes, he would have surely passed this down to his descendants. Even in the absence of a direct heir, wouldn’t there be close friends or relatives?
An untimely death implied a sudden end, leaving no time for such arrangements.
This was how Luo Feng stumbled upon this billion-yuan basement.
“Is this porcelain? The owner of this basement had quite the taste!”
“Looking at this piece, it appears to be similar to the porcelain in our country!”
Returning the bottle to its place, Luo Feng clarified, “This is porcelain from the Southern Song Dynasty. It belongs to China!”
“Wow, it’s a cultural relic?” “We discovered a cultural relic in this basement!”
“That’s outrageous!”
Everyone was shocked.
Unearthing Chinese artifacts in the basement of Hiroshima was a notion beyond their wildest imaginations. Even the city lord was taken aback, asking, “Is it really a Chinese artifact?”
“Absolutely!” Luo Feng affirmed.
Looking at the bottle in the cabinet, Fujii managed to utter, “Congratulations, then!” after a considerable pause. Inside, he was filled with regret. He had initially invited Luo Feng on a treasure hunt to promote Hiroshima. They had achieved their goal, but not as Fujii had expected. Luo Feng’s discovery of a cultural relic was not part of their plan.
Should there be more artifacts, wouldn’t they be at a huge loss, given their initial agreement that all discovered relics would belong to Luo Feng? If these had been unearthed in China, it wouldn’t be an issue. However, these artifacts, discovered in their Sakura nation, now belonged to Luo Feng. It was a bitter pill to swallow.
“Remarkable! A Tricolor Tang Container!” Luo exclaimed, recognizing the next artifact to be of even greater value.
“Wow, we’re rich!”
“Just looking at this, you can tell that this basement is no ordinary place!” “The owner of this basement must have been someone of importance!”
After setting down the relic, Luo Feng continued his exploration of the cabinet. Soon, he found something that commanded his attention: a porcelain dish, its edges adorned with vibrant floral patterns. In the center were four fairy maidens riding clouds, each holding a ruyi scepter. On the sides were two spotted deer pulling a carriage.
Examining the base of the dish, Luo Feng identified it as originating from the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty. It looked familiar because he had seen an identical object in the Tokyo museum. However, the one in the museum was a replica, while this was the genuine article.
“Lord Mayor, could you contact Miss Kawashima now?” asked Luo Feng. Though he could have directly reached out, it was more appropriate to have the city lord relay the message.
Puzzled, the city lord asked, “What’s the matter, Mr. Luo, that you need to contact the Tokyo museum now?”
“There’s good news and bad news that I need you to relay to Miss Kawashima,” Luo replied.
“Good news and bad news, what do you mean?” The city lord probed further.
Luo Feng lifted the porcelain dish, stating, “This dish is a cultural relic, and the
Tokyo Museum houses an identical one, known as the Kangxi Period Polychrome Immortal Maidens Dish. The bad news is, the one in the museum is a forgery.”
“And the good news?” queried the city lord, a bit startled.
“The good news is that our dish, the one from this program, is genuine!” Luo Feng declared.
This news left the city lord speechless.
There was no good news at all, at least not for them.
“Mr. Fujii, did you need me for something?” Miyuki Kawashima asked as she answered the call from the other end, surrounded by numerous colleagues and the museum director. Being contacted by the mayor of Hiroshima was no small matter, and it was likely related to Luo Feng’s visit.
Fujii, regaining his composure, relayed Luo’s message to her. Upon hearing this, Kawashima fought back a smirk, noticing the dispirited expressions of her colleagues around her..
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