Beside a stall in the Antique Mansion.
At that moment, every onlooker was stunned, their eyes fixed on Jun Wangchen as though they were staring at a monster.
"My God, how did this kid figure it out?"
"A genuine Xu Zhongnan vase! Judging by its size and the going market rate, a conservative estimate would put it at five million."
"Holy crap, I heard he bought it for one million. That means he could make four million on it!"
"The money isn't the point. The point is that even Huo Sanjian got it wrong! He's Jinling City's chief antiques appraiser!"
Once Jun Wangchen revealed the real vase, one exclamation after another rose around him. As they reached Qin Shou and Qiu Ya's ears, their expressions turned utterly foul.
The two felt bitterly frustrated. They had thought a verdict from an appraisal master like Huo Sanjian had already sealed Jun Wangchen's fate, never imagining that even such a master could make a mistake.
Nor had they imagined that Jun Wangchen possessed such a keen eye, able to spot something different beneath so many watchful gazes.
Beside them, Huo Sanjian's face burned. He felt as though someone had slapped him.
Amid his embarrassment, his gaze grew increasingly shocked as he looked at Jun Wangchen, and a storm of emotion surged within him.
Jun Wangchen was merely a young man in his early twenties, yet he had overturned more than thirty years of Huo Sanjian's appraisal experience. His eye was almost frighteningly sharp.
More importantly, the young man seemed far too calm—calm as a river in spring, like an outsider who had known everything from the start.
Jun Wangchen noticed every gaze directed at him, but offered no response. He merely estimated how much time had passed, then glanced toward the restrooms.