Shane Naiswell did not talk anymore. He clapped his hands. Then, a staff was seen cautiously holding an antique vase and put it on the podium.
“If anyone is interested, you can come forward and appraise it in an orderly manner. You can also comment on the authenticity of this item at will.” Shane smiled.
The upper-class people who were present were all engaging with it after hearing that. Several elderly people who had a keen interest in antiques also stepped forward and began to appraise it carefully.
“Master Naiswell, you are mean. This thing is fake!”
“Yeah! It’s too fake!”
“Master, tell me the truth, where did you buy this thing? Does it cost fifteen dollars?”
Shane did not get angry facing their discussion. He then smiled and said, “I bought this at a stall and it costs about eight dollars.”
Everyone was confused about this.
How could this eight dollars porcelain be real?
Yet, how could a prominent figure like Shane buy a fake thing?
He was the master among masters in appraising antiques and he had never missed a detail before.
Harvey York did not hold it either. Instead, he followed the crowd to the front of the booth.
This was a white porcelain vase with colorful drawings on it. The colors were very harmonious, but it was too gaudy. It did not look like a creation that existed in ancient times.
“I’ll take a look at first.”
At this time, Charles Zarate immediately stepped forward after he said that.
Charles was the president of the Niumhi Antique Dealers’ Association. He was very well-known in this industry in Niumhi. He walked out. The people around him who were initially chattering did not dare to take a breather at this moment.
All gazes fell on Charles at the same time.
As the president of the Niumhi Antique Dealers’ Association, Charles’s attainment in appraising antiques had reached the pinnacle. Although he was not as great as Shane, he was still quite good.
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