Little Fatty, holding a large magnifying glass, had been hunched over examining the ancient painting for quite some time. At last, he raised his head and let out a cold snort towards the tall and skinny guy in front of him, "Second Huan, you surely know of my reputation in the Antique World, don't you? Bringing over this counterfeit, trying to pass it off as a family heirloom, do you think I'm an idiot?"
"Ah, Boss Tang, you've really wronged me. This treasure was indeed passed down from my grandfather; my dad kept it hidden for decades, never daring to bring it out. It wasn't until after my father passed away that I inherited it from him; it's definitely a gem!"
Upon hearing Little Fatty call his painting a counterfeit, the skinny young man turned pale with anxiety and hurriedly defended himself in a loud voice.
"Gem my foot! Take it away, take it away now, and don't delay Master Fatty from doing business."
