True and False

Time flew by. In the blink of an eye, two years had passed. They had entered the new century and once again arrived at the turn of the millennium. It was another midsummer.

In a private room at a restaurant in Xicheng, Meng Xiaoxing studied the Qianlong blue-and-white plum vase before her, turning it over and over in her hands. After a long while, she looked at Cheng Jianjun, who was smiling as he ate across from her. "Is this real?"

Cheng Jianjun smiled. "Xiaoxing, you've been in this business for several years now. Don't tell me you don't know the rules. The market is full of fakes mixed in with the real thing, and it's hard to tell them apart. Who would dare guarantee anything? It all comes down to your eye."

"So you're saying this blue-and-white plum vase is fake?"

"How could that be?" Cheng Jianjun waved his hands repeatedly. "I was just telling you the rules of the trade, giving you a reminder. I paid fifty thousand for this blue-and-white plum vase from a friend. How could it be fake? But if I misjudged it, then I'll have to swallow the bitter pill myself. If you want to take it now, then you'll be the one swallowing that bitter pill. I'm only reminding you."

"Listen to you. As if I don't know the rules of the trade." Meng Xiaoxing eyed Cheng Jianjun suspiciously for a good while, then her eyes shifted and she chuckled. "But I want to take this back and have my Fifth Brother appraise it. You know he's a major collector, a director of the Collectors Association. If he says it's real, I'll buy it. If he says it's fake, then you can swallow that bitter pill yourself."

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