Zhou Quan had been friends with Qin Wenju for decades, naturally understanding his buddy's character. Perhaps Qin Wenju was easygoing in other matters, but when it came to antiques, Qin Wenju was a firecracker, exploding at the smallest ignition. Regardless of who it was, he wouldn't give them any quarter.
Zhou Quan shook his head gently, pointed at the manuscript cover, and said to Qin Wenju, "Look at these handwriting, then look at the handwriting in the later part of the manuscript. Don't you find it strange?"
Qin Wenju was taken aback, "What's strange about it?"