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Seeing this scene, Li Shangdong’s face turned ashen.

“This, this, this…” Qiu Nanyang was so utterly shocked he couldn't even form words.

Guan Shichen was comparatively calm.

He walked to the table, took the wine cup—now cleanly split in two—from Wang Zhuo’s hand, and examined it closely.

At that moment, everyone understood that Wang Zhuo’s judgment had been correct; this was indeed a piece of “street junk.” After all, who hadn't seen a shattered plate or bowl? The effect was completely different.

With just one look, Guan Shichen sighed.

The base of the wine cup had been polished smooth.

Perhaps in the forgery process, to ensure stability, they hadn't used a powerful adhesive like Qielianghao or 502, because it had cleanly broken along the glued seam the moment it was forced apart, thoroughly exposing the ruse.

Lu Weimin let out a long breath.

When Wang Zhuo broke the cup, his heart had been lodged in his throat.

To think it was a twist of fortune; Wang Zhuo had been right after all! Thinking back, he felt a lingering fear—this item was worth four hundred thousand! If it hadn't been fake, Wang Zhuo would have been bankrupted trying to cover the loss! Qiu Nanyang finally collected himself, his tone chilling as he demanded, “Boss Li, we require an explanation!” “A disaster from nowhere…” Li Shangdong shook his head vigorously, lamenting, “Old Qiu, I swear I didn't know this thing was a counterfeit.

I was swindled by someone else too.

I misjudged it!” “You misjudged it?” Qiu Nanyang glared, relentless.

“Do you have any idea the trouble you almost caused Boss Guan? If he had presented this counterfeit as a gift and someone found out, do you know the consequences?” Li Shangdong repeatedly sighed and bowed his hands in apology.

“My apologies, my apologies, Boss Guan, Old Qiu, I am also a victim here.” Looking at Li Shangdong’s demeanor, Wang Zhuo was now absolutely certain: this man who spent his days tricking others had finally been fooled himself.

Guan Shichen stared at Li Shangdong for a few more moments, then set down the cup and said, “Forget it.

Let’s go.” Li Shangdong followed them out, his face a picture of defeat.

Today’s business was utterly ruined—a double loss.

Once this story spread, Shangdong Tower would likely become the laughingstock of the trade for some time.

Meanwhile, the tale of Wang Zhuo shattering a blue-and-white porcelain cup would swiftly become another strange anecdote circulating through the antique market.

Leaving Shangdong Tower, Guan Shichen appeared somewhat disheartened.

He smiled at Wang Zhuo and said, “Wang Zhuo, I really must thank you for what happened just now.

Stop by my company sometime; I’ll treat you to a meal.” “Mr.

Guan is too kind.

I certainly will if I have the chance,” Wang Zhuo nodded.

“Let’s wrap things up here for today,” Guan Shichen turned and patted Qiu Nanyang’s shoulder.

“Nanyang, don’t take it to heart.

Who in this business hasn't misjudged something once or twice? We’ll come back another day.” Qiu Nanyang looked deeply ashamed.

“Mr.

Guan, I truly apologize.” Guan Shichen patted his shoulder again, said no more, and turned to Lu Weimin.

“Xiao Lu, give me the items.

Take the rest of the afternoon off.

Go out and have some fun with Wang Zhuo; the company will cover the expenses.” Lu Weimin looked troubled; he couldn't feel secure leaving Mr.

Guan to carry fifty thousand in cash back by himself.

Wang Zhuo laughed, “Mr.

Guan, why don’t you let my brother drive you back? I’ll stroll around a bit more myself.

This is my first time visiting the antique street.” At that moment, Guan Yingying, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke up, “Dad, how about this: let Brother Lu drive you back.

I’d like to walk around a bit more too, and Wang Zhuo can keep me company.” Lu Weimin nodded repeatedly.

Guan Shichen agreed.

Qiu Nanyang bowed respectfully to Guan Shichen as he took his leave, then shook hands with Wang Zhuo separately, thanking him sincerely before departing.

Guan Shichen and Lu Weimin left next.

Only Wang Zhuo and Guan Yingying remained on the street.

“Sister Guan, where should we go?” Wang Zhuo asked.

Guan Yingying smiled.

“I don’t really get these antiques.

Let’s walk further ahead; I want to buy a bracelet.” “Good idea, let’s go,” Wang Zhuo wasn’t particularly invested in antiques either, so Guan Yingying’s suggestion suited him perfectly.

They walked down the street, quickly moving from the antique district into the jewelry area, where gold, silver, jade, and fine jewelry were sold.

Lacking the heavy historical context of the antiques, these items were easier for them to comprehend and appreciate.

Wandering around, Guan Yingying soon spotted a bracelet made of red coral and bought it for two thousand yuan.

Wearing it, it complemented her white gauze dress beautifully, enhancing her already striking looks.

Wang Zhuo used his clairvoyance to check the coral beads on the bracelet; they were indeed made of the same material as red coral tree carvings.

Of course, if the red coral tree was fake, then this bracelet was fake too.

As they walked and chatted, they were suddenly drawn to a bustling shop ahead and hurried over.

This jewelry store had a famous name: Shitou Ji (The Stone Chronicle).

Guan Yingying joked that they had somehow landed in Dream of the Red Chamber.

Shitou Ji was unloading a shipment.

Watching the staff line up to carry heaps of stones into the store, Guan Yingying was taken aback.

“Why are there only stones?” Wang Zhuo teased, “Maybe the Grand View Garden is preparing to pickle some vegetables, bringing stones back to press down the vats.” Guan Yingying burst out laughing.

A nearby woman munching on melon seeds and watching the scene chimed in, “Those are jade roughs, also called raw stones.

Don’t let their rough appearance fool you; they’re quite valuable.” “Jade raw stones?” Guan Yingying’s eyes immediately lit up.

“Are these the stones used for stone gambling they talk about on the news?” It seemed this helpful woman owned a shop nearby.

She nodded.

“That’s right.

There’s a huge amount of knowledge involved here, a lot to say about it.

If you strike it lucky and uncover top-grade jade, you could become rich overnight.” Wang Zhuo also recalled the movie, hesitantly saying, “In Crazy Stone, wasn't the piece dug out of the toilet a raw stone? That small piece of jade was worth eight million.” The woman chuckled and nodded.

“Eight million isn't an exaggeration at all.

With the jade craze these past few years, there are many pieces worth even more.” Noticing Guan Yingying’s elegant attire suggested she was from a wealthy family, the woman added, “If you’re interested, you could try your hand at stone gambling too.

This Shitou Ji allows it.

But just try it out; don't take it too seriously.

It’s incredibly hard to gamble on good jade.” Guan Yingying’s interest was immediately piqued.

She thanked the kind woman and beckoned Wang Zhuo toward Shitou Ji.

Wang Zhuo followed closely behind her, a bold idea forming in his mind: I wonder if using my clairvoyance for stone gambling would make me invincible?