"The most despicable people in this world are those who are ignorant yet still insult others, especially in the realm of culture and art. You despicable people will not be forgiven by God."
What's even more interesting is that this guy is clearly Chinese, and from a nation with its own beliefs, yet he talks about God.
"Are you out of your mind? Do you have to start a fight? It's not like we're looking for trouble. Your thing is a fake, and you won't even let us say it?"
Hailan Mingxue had a fiery temper, so she immediately retorted with a few words.
“If you insult my bottle again, I will call the police and have you arrested.”
However, the man still insisted that his bottle was genuine.
"Forget it, don't bother with this kind of person. He's a lunatic. Let's just get out of here."
Old Zhong really didn't want to stay any longer. The elderly are quite superstitious and believe that this situation is bad luck when going out. If he continued to linger, he was afraid that he wouldn't have any good luck all day.
Hu Yuan originally thought that, given Hai Lanmingxue's personality, she would definitely not listen to Elder Zhong, and might even argue with him.
Surprisingly, this time Hailan Mingxue obediently turned around and left.
The three continued browsing the antique market. The antique exchange fair officially started at 10:00 AM at Chaofenglou on the antique street.
This address was changed last night at the last minute. I don't know what the organizers were thinking. The address was set more than a month ago, and they just changed it like that.
The name "Chaofenglou" is derived from the phrase "hundred birds pay homage to the phoenix," fully demonstrating its nobility and high status.
In Liucheng's antique market, Chaofenglou is indeed the largest auction venue, possessing the highest authority in the antique industry.
Generally speaking, if Chaofenglou puts something up for auction, as long as they say it's genuine, then it must be genuine. If it's fake, you can seek compensation from them for your losses.
As the leader of the antique industry in Liucheng, Chaofenglou has indeed set many rules for antique dealers and collectors in Liucheng.
Such an existence is actually beneficial to everyone.
Moreover, it is very beneficial to the prosperity and development of the antique industry.
Hu Yuanfa believes that many of the products seen in the market today are actually quite respectable.
It seems that this antique exchange event has quite a bit of influence.
At 9:30, the three of them arrived at Chaofeng Tower together.
Because of Zhong Nanshan's status, the organizers reserved a good spot for them, a private room on the second floor.
"I'm warning you one last time. If you say again that my bottle is a fake, I'll call the police and have you arrested."
The three of them had barely sat down, and before they could even warm their seats, they heard that familiar accent and tone of voice again.
“I’m warning you one last time. If you continue to cause trouble here with this fake, I’ll have security kick you out.”
Chaofeng Tower used to have its own treasure protection team, or to put it bluntly, a group of thugs.
Now, to legitimize their operation, they're still called security teams.
This crazy guy is disrupting the order of the meeting. If he continues to cause trouble like this, he might actually be kicked out, and he might even get beaten up.
"You think you can ruin the reputation of Chaofenglou with such a fake? You've got some nerve."
As he spoke, the man waved his hand.
At the same time, the surrounding security guards all gathered around, ready to take action against the guy.
"Is Chaofenglou so great? Does Chaofenglou have the right to call a deer a horse and say that other people's genuine items are fake? I don't believe there is no law in this world."
The hundreds of people present were all staring at that guy, truly witnessing what it means to not shed tears until you see the coffin.
"Idiot, if you're going to buy a fake, why not choose one that's hard to distinguish? Why do you have to pick such an obvious one? Do you think I'm stupid?"
The security guards immediately took action, and the man was forcibly pushed out.
"This is the real thing, you're just blind and can't tell the difference..."
The man struggled and roared.
"What's going on? Why is it so noisy?"
Just then, an old man with white hair and beard walked out from behind and asked coldly.
The old man's voice wasn't very loud, and most people didn't hear it clearly, but the security guard who was shooing people away and the person who called for the security guard heard it.
They were the furthest away, yet they heard it immediately—that was the power of authority; otherwise, they wouldn't have been so sensitive to the old man's voice.
“Grandpa, this guy brought over a fake octagonal vase with pierced ears, insisting it’s genuine and wanting us to auction it off for him at the price of a genuine one. I couldn’t reason with him, so I had to resort to force.”
"An octagonal vase with pierced handles? Let me see it."
The old man immediately became interested upon hearing the name.
However, when the bottle was in his hands, he couldn't help but shake his head.
“I’ve always suspected that there are other octagonal vases with tubular handles in the world, but yours is definitely a fake. However, the workmanship is quite meticulous. If you’re willing, you can auction it at the price of a high-end fake.”
After reading it, the old man looked up at the man and said...
As the old man spoke, the man's expression changed several times: first joy, then fear and confusion, and finally anger.
"It seems you don't understand either. Give me back my bottle."
The man rushed forward and snatched the bottle away.
The security guards thought he was going to hurt the old man, so they rushed up and grabbed him.
"Let him go."
The old man looked at the man, a hint of pity appearing in his eyes.
Having spent decades in the antique business, he had seen far too many people driven mad by antiques, and this man before him was surely one of them.
Some of these people are after money, while others are genuinely passionate about antiques and are overly attached to them.
The former are either driven by greed or by the pressures of life, while the latter are all due to getting stuck on trivial matters.
But no matter what the reason was, they were all pitiful people.
"Didn't they say that experts from Kyoto were here today? If they have the guts, let them come out and verify it. If they also say that this is fake, I can smash it on the spot."
Just as the man was about to be dragged out, he suddenly roared again.
This man was really too difficult to deal with. In order to make him give up, the old man agreed to his request.
The experts who were originally supposed to appear a little later were all brought out ahead of time.
The original schedule of the antique exchange was completely disrupted.
"Based on our joint assessment, we unanimously concluded that this is a fake."
However, the experts still concluded that it was a fake.
"How could this happen? How could this happen? Take another look."
The man's eyes turned red with excitement.
"No need to look anymore. Although this bottle is a good imitation, it is still quite different from the real thing. Most of the details are imitated very well, but some are still missing."
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