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I deserve such high remuneration!
Since that's the case...
"Come with me,"
Zou Fan maneuvered his wheelchair to a nondescript little door in the collection room.
Upon opening it, Feng Yi saw the collectibles inside.
The ones placed outside were for others to see, but the ones in the secret room were generally not shown to outsiders; it contained some important items.
Zou Fan took out a long box from inside, put on his gloves, opened it, and took out the erhu from the box.
"It's this one."
Feng Yi looked at the erhu.
He could not identify the wood, nor could he discern its age from the details, but the skin on the erhu told Feng Yi too much information.
Thinking of Lu Yue's reminder, Feng Yi pondered how to phrase his words more tactfully.
Zou Fan glanced at Feng Yi, as if he saw through his thoughts, and said with a faint smile, "Just say it."
Feng Yi took a deep breath, "The skin on this erhu doesn't quite seem real."
