"Nonsense! This is clearly a fake. I am an Antique Appraiser at the French Louvre. If this Purple Sand Pot were really an antique, could I not see it?" Smith scoffed coldly.
"Let’s be clear here, Mr. Smith is an appraiser from France. Stop being unreasonable! Let go of Mr. Smith right now!"
The young interpreter forcefully tried to pull Qin Yu away, hoping to make a good impression in front of Smith. Unfortunately, how could he possibly move Qin Yu?
"An appraiser from France has this level of skill? Can’t even identify an antique? Clearly he’s a fraud who appeared out of nowhere!" Mo Yuqi said disdainfully.
The interpreter hurriedly translated Mo Yuqi’s words and Smith, furious, exclaid, "Fine! Since you are accusing soone wrongly, I will thoroughly appraise this Purple Sand Pot today!"
After speaking, Smith seriously examined the bottom of the Purple Sand Pot. When he saw Shi Dabin’s signature, he was stunned for a mont. Good heavens!
How could this signature look real?
With a clang, a chill shot through Smith’s head! He even forgot about the Nourishing Heart Wood in his hands!
With a clatter, the Nourishing Heart Wood box fell to the ground and Smith, with trembling hands, held the bottom of the Purple Sand Pot, unable to utter a word for a long ti!
"This... this is really a Ming Dynasty Purple Sand Pot! Crafted by the famous Shi Dabin! How... how did I not recognize it before?
Good heavens, such a masterpiece, such a national treasure, how could it be destroyed in my hands?"
Tears stread down Smith’s face as he knelt down with a thud! Smith even felt the desire to end his own life!
Smith’s reaction left everyone in shock. Mo Yuqi blinked her beautiful big eyes, completely bewildered.
Even though Shi Dabin’s Purple Sand Pot is precious, it isn’t worth a fraction of the Nourishing Heart Wood. How could he forget even about the Nourishing Heart Wood?
Sensing Mo Yuqi’s confusion, Qin Yu sent a telepathic ssage: "How could a foreigner realize the value of Nourishing Heart Wood? He just felt this wood was good, probably ancient.
In his eyes, the box of Nourishing Heart Wood is just a regular antique, worth maybe a million or two.
But Shi Dabin’s Purple Sand Pot is valued over ten million. No wonder he is upset."
Mo Yuqi gently shook her head, feeling sad for the poor Mr. Smith!
"Mr. Smith, what’s wrong? This is clearly a fake!" the interpreter said, looking at Smith bewildered.
"This is not a fake! This is a national treasure level antique! There are no more than ten Purple Sand Pots in existence by Mr. Shi Dabin, and no more than three with a signature!
Such a rarity, and I’ve destroyed it!"
Smith was close to hating himself to death! If there was a cotton ball in front of him, he would definitely have thrown himself into it!
"This..." the interpreter was confused.
Although Qin Yu understood English, he pretended as if he didn’t and said, "What is this old man saying? Is he going to compensate for my Purple Sand Pot?"
The interpreter quickly translated Qin Yu’s words.
It was as if Smith’s soul had been sucked away. He loved Dragon Country’s culture dearly and would often visit Panjiayuan to hunt for bargains. With his strong professional skills, he usually managed to acquire good items.
But the items Smith managed to acquire were at most worth a million; he had never owned anything on the ten-million level!
Today, he had inadvertently destroyed an antique worth tens of millions!
"Compensate! I must compensate! Tell this gentleman, I’m willing to pay ten million to purchase this bottom of the pot!"
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