Losing Face

Fei Yu's spirits immediately lifted when he heard the rich man say he could pay compensation, but he soon frowned again and said:

"Since you put it that way, I don't want to make things difficult for you either. However, all I know is that this bottle is blue-and-white porcelain from an imperial kiln during the Yongzheng period. I'm not really sure of its exact market value now."

"Blue-and-white porcelain from a Yongzheng imperial kiln?"

Hearing this, the rich man frowned as well. The blue-and-white vase in front of them looked quite large, and judging from its patterns, the workmanship didn't seem poor either. If it really was a Yongzheng imperial-kiln piece, its value couldn't be low.

"You say it's from a Yongzheng imperial kiln, so it is? I say it's a Republic of China imitation!" The woman beside the rich man sneered. "Besides, looking at you, do you seem like someone who owns Yongzheng imperial-kiln porcelain? You didn't come here to pull a porcelain scam, did you?"

"A porcelain scam?!"

Although the woman's words were unpleasant, the phrase "porcelain scam" nevertheless made the surrounding pedestrians ponder. Suspicion also appeared on some of their faces.

Hearing the woman, Fei Yu's heart jolted. This woman's sixth sense is far too good! Or did she see through something?

Of course, although he thought that, he still wore an expression of fury. He suddenly pulled a little red booklet from his pocket and shouted, "Look at this! An appraisal certificate from Beijing TV Station's Collection World! And you're calling it a porcelain scam! What would I gain from pulling a porcelain scam? Hmph! You're clearly rich people too. Does being rich mean you can slander people?!"

It was only 2002, after all. Information was nowhere near as widespread as it would be in