My Unpopular Neighbor Girl Has Hidden Identities

Chapter 61: Sixty-one, theory Chapter 61: Sixty-one, theory Song Yan Ning squatted down and picked up a piece of porcelain again. “Fencai Hundred Deer Double-Ear Vase, decorated with a hundred deer amongst mountains, forests, streams, lingzhi mushrooms, flowers, and other sceneries. Under the green pines and cypresses, the deer ran, snuggled, or rested, each in different poses. In the painting, mountains and leaves are mostly rendered in green. The color application is rich and thick. The deer and branches are painted with ochre and black, making the deer come alive and the branches appear robust. The brushwork is lively and delicate. Take a look at this piece of porcelain, did you notice its deer head?” She had read the introduction of the Fencai Hundred Deer Double-Ear Vase, so it left a deep impression on her.

The young man took the porcelain shard and carefully examined the deer head, and soon his face turned ugly, “I’m going to have it out with the merchant, selling me a forgery. Little girl, thank you! Could you come with me?” It was fortunate that the vase had broken; otherwise, if he had gifted this vase to Xu Bowen, he would have been truly humiliated. A loss of face is a trivial matter, but if it affected his father’s illness, his regret would come too late.

“We will accompany you,” Song Yan Ning had not spoken when Yang Lisheng already had. Regardless of whether the vase was real or fake, breaking it was his responsibility.

“Thank you, sir! I’m really sorry about before,” the young man looked at Yang Lisheng apologetically.

Yang Lisheng waved his hand dismissively, “No worries, it was my fault for not watching where I was going.”

“I am also to blame; I was walking too fast,” the young man sheepishly said. If he hadn’t been so focused on getting home fast, he wouldn’t have bumped into the other person.

“Young man, you just said you bought this vase for two hundred thousand?” Yang Lisheng pointed at the shattered pieces on the ground.

“Actually, it wasn’t that expensive,” the young man said with an embarrassed chuckle, took off his jacket, squatted down, and carefully gathered the broken pieces inside his garment. He was going to confront the boss, so he naturally needed to bring these broken porcelain shards.

Seeing this, Yang Lisheng and Li Meixiang also squatted down to help.

to pick them up. Even if he went, the boss

Yan Ning helping. The porcelain shards were sharp, and if Song Yan

Meixiang. With her current physical strength, these shards couldn’t harm

Yan Ning and the two others followed the young man to the antique store

the young man approaching, and quickly greeted him with a smile, “Young Master Wu, are you here to buy more antiques? I can assure you of their authenticity,” he had made a tidy sum of money from this Young Master Wu today. In shops like his, they preyed on

onto the table, “I trusted you so much, and you sold me a fake. Refund me, or

and he smiled, trying to appease him, “Young Master Wu, how could I sell you a fake? Didn’t you have someone help you verify it?” The person who had helped Wu Tingfeng verify the vase was someone he knew well, and he had promised him a

opened the jacket that wrapped the porcelain pieces and took out the base shard that Song Yan Ning had shown him earlier, “You still

did not take the shard but just beamed at Wu Tingfeng, “Young Master Wu, the vase is broken now, how can I know whether this vase is

the

also told you that once you leave the store, goods are strictly non-refundable and non-exchangeable. You agreed to that yourself, didn’t you?” The boss sneered at Wu Tingfeng. Of course, he knew that the vase he sold was a fake, but so what? The antique industry had its own rules. Even if the other party went to the police,

anger, yet he was helpless. Because he had

a painting on the wall as soon as she entered the shop. There were many items in the shop, but few authentic ones, apart from this painting, there was only one brush in the

Yan Ning a quick up and down and a flicker of contempt flashed in his eyes, “You can’t afford this painting. Don’t touch it carelessly; if you damage it, you’ll have to pay.” He had bought the painting from an old man who collected

work. He hung it up in the store, intending to deceive those who didn’t understand antique paintings. There were many shops selling antiques on this street, but few were

afford it?” Song Yan Ning