Inside the Ye Family Antique Shop on Yuanwu Street.
Ye Yuan's words fell, and the room fell briefly silent.
In Father Ye's eyes, his son had fallen for a scam.
And in Fatty Miao's eyes, this son was even more foolish than his father.
But Ye Yuan saw things differently.
Under his perception, even the cleverest swindler had nowhere to hide.
After all, no matter how well you controlled your expression,
your heartbeat, blood flow, and certain microexpressions would still betray you during a scam.
These were things outsiders found difficult to notice.
But under Ye Yuan's perception, they were impossible to conceal.
Especially just now, Ye Yuan had clearly sensed it.
When Fatty Miao said the item had been passed down through his family, there had been indifference in the corner of his eyes.
What era was this? If it really were a family heirloom, would he sell it for fifty thousand?
No matter how worthless it was, it was still something to remember his family by, wasn't it?
Besides, judging by Fatty Miao's outfit—and especially after hearing Father Ye say he was a middleman for bead bracelets—
fifty thousand might not count as pocket change to him,
but surely he would not sell something passed down through his family over that amount of money?
Especially when Ye Yuan had called him over just now, his heartbeat had obviously sped up.
If it truly were a family heirloom, even if he sold it, he should have felt reluctant to part with it, right?
How could he be excited?
From all this, Ye Yuan could be certain that this guy was a swindler.
But none of that mattered to Ye Yuan.
Five thousand yuan—never mind the things hidden inside,
the wooden carving alone was worth far more than that.
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