"I only have a slight understanding, nothing that can be presented," Chen Mo said humbly.
He understood a little, but in reality, he knew nothing.
"Young man, you are too modest. A man who can win the favor of the little girl must have some ability, how could he not?" Mr. Wang said with a smile.
Just then, another man strode in.
He whispered a few words into Mr. Wang's ear.
Mr. Wang nodded, his gaze falling on Chen Mo and Meng Zhuqing. "I've just purchased a batch of antiques from abroad. Little girl, would you two mind taking a look?"
"Okay," Meng Zhuqing quickly agreed.
Then, Mr. Wang led Chen Mo and Meng Zhuqing towards the warehouse in the backyard.
Along the way, while Mr. Wang wasn't paying attention, Chen Mo asked in a low voice, "Why did you say I was your boyfriend?"
Meng Zhuqing replied with a smile, "If I didn't, how would Mr. Wang sell you the medicinal herbs?"
Chen Mo was speechless and found himself with nothing to say.
Soon, Mr. Wang arrived at the warehouse.
Chen Mo noticed that there were surveillance cameras everywhere, and the warehouse was equipped with an armored door. It was impossible to steal anything from here.
A truck was parked there, and wooden crates were already placed inside the warehouse, awaiting inspection.
"Mr. Wang, you are making such a great contribution to national cultural relics again. Zhuqing truly admires you," Meng Zhuqing said, her admiration evident upon seeing so many antiques.
"Heh, I'm old now, I just do my best. I also hope that within my lifetime, I can see all the national treasures that have been lost return to our country," Mr. Wang replied.
"Mr. Wang, here is the list. If there are no issues, we can proceed with the handover," a foreign man handed a list to Mr. Wang.
Mr. Wang glanced at it and began instructing his employees to unload the goods.
Moreover, each item had to be personally inspected by Mr. Wang.
"Brat, your chance has come," however, at this moment, the Old Ancestor's voice suddenly sounded.
"Chance?" Chen Mo was startled.
The Old Ancestor's voice sounded again, "Most of these items are fakes."
"Old Ancestor, you understand antique appraisal too?" Chen Mo asked in surprise.
"Didn't your Old Ancestor say before that besides giving birth, there's nothing your Old Ancestor can't do?"
"That blue and white porcelain vase in that old man's hand right now is a fake," the Old Ancestor told Chen Mo.
Chen Mo looked at the blue and white porcelain vase in Mr. Wang's hand.
Seeing Mr. Wang about to place the blue and white porcelain vase into the warehouse, he quickly said, "Mr. Wang, please wait a moment!"
Hearing Chen Mo's sudden voice, Mr. Wang and the others were taken aback, and their gazes all fell on Chen Mo.
Meng Zhuqing looked at Chen Mo with confusion, "What's wrong?"
Chen Mo stepped forward and said, "There's a problem with this blue and white porcelain!"
This statement instantly brought a hush to the scene.
The foreign man's face immediately darkened, "Who are you? You say there's a problem with our blue and white porcelain, what evidence do you have?"
Chen Mo walked slowly to Mr. Wang's side.
He asked in his mind, "Old Ancestor, what's wrong with this blue and white porcelain?"
The Old Ancestor replied, "There's something wrong with the clay used to fire this blue and white porcelain; there's a trick in the glaze."
Chen Mo opened his mouth and then asked again, "Old Ancestor, what trick? Tell me clearly."
"This, this," the Old Ancestor suddenly fell silent.
Noticing the confused looks from those around him, Chen Mo's face showed a hint of embarrassment, and he quickly asked in his mind, "Old Ancestor, what trick?"
"If you smash this blue and white porcelain, that old man will naturally know," the Old Ancestor replied.
In the era the Old Ancestor lived in, there weren't many fakes, so the Old Ancestor could only sense that something was wrong, but he couldn't pinpoint the exact problem.
However, this sentence left Chen Mo completely bewildered.
He wanted him to smash the blue and white porcelain in front of him? Wasn't that courting death?!
"Hey, why aren't you speaking? Could it be that because we are foreigners, you want to insult us this way?" the foreign man questioned coldly.
Chen Mo's face darkened upon hearing this, "Insult you? How much did you seize from our country? Now you're selling it back to us at a high price, and you're even using fakes. Who is the shameless one?"
The foreign man glared at Chen Mo angrily, "You dare to insult us?! Kid, if you can't explain what's wrong with this porcelain today, I'll sue you for defamation!"
Mr. Wang also spoke, "Young man, what's wrong with this porcelain?"
Chen Mo extended his hand.
Mr. Wang did not refuse and handed the porcelain to Chen Mo.
Chen Mo took a deep breath, thinking, "So be it."
Then, to everyone's stunned gaze, Chen Mo directly smashed the porcelain in his hand onto the ground.
"Crack!"
With a crisp sound.
The scene instantly fell silent.
Even Meng Zhuqing was startled by Chen Mo's action.
She never expected Chen Mo to suddenly smash the porcelain!
"You! You actually destroyed cultural relics! How dare you!" the foreign man exclaimed, his eyes wide with anger.
Mr. Wang's expression also gradually turned grim.
However, he didn't say anything, as he wanted to hear Chen Mo's explanation for his actions.
Chen Mo clapped his hands, then looked at everyone, and then at Mr. Wang beside him, asking a question that almost made Mr. Wang spit blood.
"Mr. Wang, don't you understand now?"
Mr. Wang's expression froze, and he frowned slightly.
All eyes turned to Mr. Wang again.
Seeing that Mr. Wang seemed not to understand his meaning, Chen Mo could only point to the fragments on the ground again.
Mr. Wang then looked at the fragments, but as soon as he saw the broken edges, his expression instantly changed.
He quickly picked up a fragment from the ground and carefully examined the broken parts.
The more he looked, the more grim Mr. Wang's expression became.
Seeing this, the foreign man beside him became flustered, and a lot of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.
"Mr. Wells, please explain to me why the glaze is white?"
As everyone knows, the glaze of antiques is not white; due to prolonged oxidation, it turns brown. However, this glaze was clearly different from the normal glaze.
"This, this," Wells became increasingly nervous, cold sweat constantly dripping down his forehead.
"Call the police directly and say someone is committing fraud," Mr. Wang directly threw the fragment in his hand onto the ground and said coldly.
Upon hearing this, Wells quickly explained, "Mr. Wang, I don't know about this. This is all shipped by our boss, it has nothing to do with me."
Mr. Wang glanced at Chen Mo, "What this young man said earlier was correct. They steal from us, sell it back to us, and it's even fake. You truly have taken shamelessness to the extreme!"