Old Mr. Zhong laughed and said, "Brother, you're wrong. How can there be none? Your little apprentice is quite talented. When the object is in her hands, she can perceive it with just a touch. This girl's intuition is really quite terrifying!"
Zhou Shitao chuckled upon hearing this, "This girl doesn't count; she's a prodigy. You can't judge her by ordinary standards. I'm talking about regular appraisal experts. None can possess such a skill. Typically, even the top masters, when they touch the object in your hand, can only feel slight discrepancies, but no one would dare declare this object a forgery."
Old Mr. Zhong smiled and, unlike the average person who might feign humility after receiving praise, accepted it with a calm demeanor.
This demeanor of Old Mr. Zhong indeed matched Zhou Shitao's temperament. Seeing that Old Mr. Zhong showed no sign of impatience, Zhou Shitao continued to inquire without holding back:
