The migrant worker brother thought about it and found it reasonable. He had heard of the Hua Chuang Private Hospital during his years working in Magic Capital; it was the kind of place where wealthy people went to get treated. He figured that even if he sold his treasure, his wallet would be emptied out before he could even get treatment!
"Buddy, let me tell you the truth. I feel like this item of yours... isn't genuine..."
The middle-aged man hadn't finished speaking when the migrant worker brother interrupted him excitedly: "Are you trying to say I'm a fraudster too? Get out!"
"No, no, that's not what I meant at all!"
The middle-aged man hastily waved his hands. If he offended the seller now, his path to becoming a billionaire would be cut off!
"What I mean is, your treasure is indeed an antique, just not as old as you think. It's a kiln porcelain piece imitated in the late Ming dynasty!"
