"Nothing much going on this morning, so I thought I'd come find you for a midday drink. What's going on here?" He Wenjie said as he walked over, then caught sight of a jar sitting on the desk. "You guys starting to collect now? Did Han Chunming that punk's stunt get to you?"
"The treasures in your own place are no fewer than Han Chunming's. Figuring you've got so much good stuff at home, a little piece like this wouldn't even catch your eye. If you tried to buy it out from under me, a wealthy guy like you would easily beat me out," Yang Huajian said.
"Whose piece is this?" He Wenjie asked, reaching out to give the jar a feigned stroke. Instantly, information about the jar flooded his mind. To He Wenjie's surprise, it was actually made by Cheng Jianjun. It seemed Cheng Jianjun's line of work all these years was peddling fake antiques. Still, you had to hand it to Cheng Jianjun—he really was talented. The jar looked seven or eight parts like the real deal; unless you were an old hand who had spent decades rolling around the antique market, you would never spot the flaws. Naturally, people like Yang Huajian and Su Meng wouldn't see through it.
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