Before Li Nanheng entered, he bought two bottles of mineral water.
Feng Ling stood in the crystal counter and looked at the exhibit that seemed to be sealed. When she saw a knife with ancient marks, she lowered her head to look at the various instructions written on the side of the knife.
Feng Ling was deep in thought when a bottle of water was suddenly handed over. She turned back to see Li Nanheng standing by the side. He glanced at the knife indifferently and asked mildly, "Do you like it?"
"En, but this kind of knife is only worth collecting. Most of the knives here are only antiques. Only the ones on the front counter can be sold. There seem to be quite a number of English knives and professional Russian folding knives. I can go take a look later."
Li Nanheng glanced at the knife and said indifferently, "It's indeed valuable, but this one is fake."
Feng Ling was surprised. "How can it be fake?"
