"You mean," one of the assistants behind Shen Heng said after exchanging glances with the others. A bespectacled elite-looking man stepped forward and asked with a half-smile, "that my boss is lying?"
Hearing the assistant's words, the person in charge instinctively looked toward Shen Heng's group. Surrounded by assistants and bodyguards, the man wore dark sunglasses. His custom-made black suit accentuated his tall, lean frame, further outlining his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and inverted-triangle physique. He looked very young, with the handsome features of an Asian man. Though a faintly cynical smile hung on his face, the oppressive aura that seeped from his every movement made it clear that he was by no means as arrogant and indolent as he appeared.
The person in charge grew solemn and said tactfully, "What I mean is, there must be some misunderstanding here."
He asked curiously, "May I ask, sir, how did you determine that this Emperor Yongzheng's Imperial White Jade Nine-Dragon Seal is fake?"
"What do you mean by that? Do you even hear yourself? Your auction house handed a customer a counterfeit seal worth twenty million euros! Shouldn't your auction house be explaining why you provided a fake? Instead, you're asking the customer how he figured it out!"
The person in charge was momentarily speechless. He apologized repeatedly and hurriedly explained, "That is not what I meant. I only wanted to—"
"What is there to ask? Of course he saw it with his eyes. As the person in charge of an auction house, your eye ought to be fairly good too, shouldn't it? Don't tell me you can't even tell a genuine item from a fake?"
The elite assistant cut off the auction house representative's explanation and sneered. "Let's hope what you just said was merely an excuse you blurted out