The guy's main tactic is to put on an act.
He fiddled with his hands, a bit embarrassed, his sunburned face showing some shyness, "How, how did I tease you."
"You mean this thing was buried by your ancestors decades ago?"
"Yeah."
Wen Ran pointed at the vivid colors above, calmly, "But in my eyes, at most, it's something from last week."
This watercolor, I'd say, was produced only about half a year ago.
"Really, we're not lying to you, this is indeed an old item!"
Facing Wen Ran's skepticism, the guy cried injustice, "It's just, I don't know what happened.
After digging it up, the colors faded significantly. Before, it was so beautiful. My dad said when it was buried, it was lifelike.
Red was red, green was green. My brothers and I figured, if this thing lost its color, it wouldn't look good. Probably, it wouldn't sell for a good price.
So, I asked someone to buy some watercolor. And these paints, you know, after painting, it really looks much better."
Wen Ran: "..."
