Late at night, ten o'clock.
Inside the manager's office.
Seeing Dong Xuebin clearly explain the origins and details of the three antiques without so much as a stumble, matching the appraisal results of the antique experts exactly, Ma Wentao's gaze gradually turned appreciative. The experts had needed instruments and at least two people to reach their conclusions, yet Dong Xuebin had judged authenticity all by himself without even using a magnifying glass. That kind of skill could not be developed overnight. Not bad, not bad. Ma Wentao was extremely pleased. This was exactly the kind of person knowledgeable about antiques that he needed.
But he was also deeply suspicious. "How many years have you been in this line of work?"
Dong Xuebin gave an embarrassed smile. "I've been exposed to this kind of forgery work since I was little."
"If you're this skilled..." Ma Wentao frowned again and asked suspiciously, "Why didn't you find a job at an antique shop or appraisal firm?"
Dong Xuebin's heart skipped a beat. He knew the other man was becoming suspicious, so he hurriedly gave a bitter smile. "To be honest, I wasn't completely certain about those three items just now. All I learned from my relatives was how to make fakes and forge antiques. I can roughly tell whether something is fake and whether there are signs of forgery, then work backward from there. But if you gave me an ordinary Yuan Blue and White Porcelain imitation that hadn't been artificially aged, I probably wouldn't be able to tell. My knowledge is too limited, so regular antique shops wouldn't hire me. Besides, the police later busted the forgery den we were working out of, and several of my relatives were arrested. I don't know whether I'm wanted or not, so I don't dare