After hearing what Lin Chen had said, Sun Li was taken aback. If it had been someone who had never dealt with antiques telling him this, he wouldn't have paid any attention, but Lin Chen was different—this young man always gave him an unfathomable feeling.
After pondering for a moment, Sun Li made up his mind, "Alright, Fatty Hu, this piece of blue-and-white porcelain is yours."
"Haha, why is Sun Li chickening out? If you dare, keep raising the price," Fatty Hu said with a smug look on his face.
"Pff, don't gloat too soon; be careful you don't end up buying a fake," Sun Li snorted coldly.
"A fake?" Haha, did that kid just tell you that?
