"What? All of those are genuine?" Chen Shaodong felt a little dizzy.
"That confusing Zheng Banqiao piece, is it real too?" Chen Shaodong's breathing became heavy.
Zheng Banqiao's original calligraphy could sell for at least tens of millions, right?
And that painting by Tang Bohu on the right, that's worth tens of millions too, right?
And all those other jade devices and stuff, if they're from the Qing dynasty, they would be extremely valuable.
The manager solemnly nodded saying: "Yes, all are authentic. If any of you can find one fake among them, we will compensate you ten million. Even the gold and silver on the table, all are of nine nine nine purity."
"What? Manager, are all these bowls made of silver?" Little Meng shouted in surprise.
She had read about such situations in novels, describing how emperors lived, using silver chopsticks and bowls as they could test for poison. If anyone tried to poison the food, it could be detected immediately.
