Han Chunming hadn't known about it either. Unlike Wang Yue, who had been busy with major matters lately, Han still kept in touch with the antiques dealers below him. Many shareholders had already started buying in with big money, and it was inevitable that he'd heard something.
After explaining what had happened, Han Chunming said, looking conflicted,
"The people we antiques dealers hate most are tomb robbers. Now that I've got solid evidence, I can't decide when to turn it in."
Wang Yue could tell from the expectant look in Han Chunming's eyes exactly what he was thinking. The guy wanted him to bring the matter to light. He said irritably,
"Han Chunming, why can't you just be honest? You want me to help, but you won't say so. Are you afraid I'll ask for something in return?"
Seeing that Wang Yue had seen right through him, Han Chunming knew he'd have to pay some kind of price. He quickly said,
"Weren't you interested in those books of mine? I'll bring them over as a thank-you."
The books Han Chunming meant were about how to make porcelain. He'd gone to a lot of trouble to find them.
Wang Yue was interested in porcelain-making too. He'd thought that if he learned the craft, he could make porcelain to sell if he ever ended up poor in some ancient world.
He'd only read one of the books at the time. When he asked Han Chunming for the others, Han had refused outright.
It wasn't that Han Chunming was stingy and unwilling to lend books. He simply hated counterfeits, and these books on making pottery were essentially teaching people how to make fakes.
Han Chunming wasn't worried that Wang Yue would make fakes to sell. He was only concerned that if he taught