Chen Dewang's words left everyone silent.
Over the past few years, as the antiques craze took off, wealthy businessmen had begun taking an interest in the field. They had treated antiques as an investment channel, which had further fueled the prosperity of the antiques market. Taking advantage of the situation, various places had started building antique cities.
In fact, on the surface, the antiques market appeared to be flourishing. It no longer dealt solely in antiques; contemporary artworks with both artistic and collectible value had gradually begun to emerge, creating a scene of blooming variety.
However, antiques had a special historical nature, and their numbers were extremely limited. They could not fully satisfy the needs of the ever-expanding antique cities. Moreover, having too many antique cities would lead to irregular transactions in the collecting market and cause market chaos.
Still, with the market regulating itself, an excessive number of antique cities was not a major issue. But when imitations and inferior goods gradually flooded the market, things became much more serious. In particular, the growing number of high-quality counterfeits posed an even greater threat to the antiques market.
Just imagine: if you were an antiques enthusiast and eagerly bought a counterfeit that was so convincing it could pass for the real thing, what kind of mood would you be in after learning the truth?
Once or twice might still be bearable, but if it exceeded one's psychological limit, ordinary people would often give up on antiques altogether.
Therefore, for Chu Chen and the others, who made their living from antiques, they all took a stance against these high-grade counterfeits made specifically to deceive people.
After a moment, Uncle Wu said worriedly, "There's no use rushing this matter. We should tell Old Liu and let him handle it."
Everyone agreed. There