"Do you know an expert who's also a member of the Antiques Association?" the middle-aged man asked Gu Ning again.
"Sure," Gu Ning said. Actually, if this middle-aged man was willing to pay the money without causing trouble, Gu Ning wouldn't bother to call an expert over.
The middle-aged man hesitated, and others all noticed his unusual reaction. They began to believe that this Yixing clay teapot was a real antique.
"If the teapot is real, and this man refuses to admit that he broke it, the boy and his grandfather will be victims."
"Right, he's such a bad man."
"Lower your voice. He's the brother-in-law of the boss of Juxiang Shop. Don't mess with him!"
"What? The boss of Juxiang Shop is his brother-in-law? No wonder he's so arrogant!"
"Well, if the girl really knows someone in the Antiques Association, even Juxiang Shop couldn't deny it."
"I do hope that the girl can really help the poor boy."
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