Woman 30: I regained my life after divorce

Qian San was very upset. On the table in front of him were five ceramic items, which were all ornaments he had collected for a long time.

Now that he's suddenly being called a fake, how could Qian San not be angry?

"Wei Lin, take another good look. My treasures can't be fake; they all have corresponding authentication certificates!"

Qian San recalled that there was an appraisal certificate at home, and quickly offered to add to it.

Wei Lin sat to the side, shaking his head helplessly, and said with a hint of speechlessness.

"Brother Qian, don't you believe what I'm saying? You know my capabilities. I buy, sell, and appraise countless items every day. At first glance, the things in your hands are clearly handicrafts with traces of artificial manufacturing."

Crafts are crafts, and antiques are antiques. If Wei Lin wants to sell a craft as an antique, he can't possibly shoot himself in the foot.

Qian San's face instantly turned red, partly from anger and partly from feeling ashamed that his vanity had been exposed.

"Aren't you sure you want to take a closer look? Maybe you'll be wrong about it sometime too?"

Qian San was unwilling to give up. He had been in the collecting industry for more than ten years and had some expertise.

As he pondered this, Qian San's gaze toward Wei Lin gradually became strange.

Wei Lin didn't care at all what Qian San was thinking; only those who could bring him benefits could gain his help.

So far, in Wei Lin's eyes, Qian San is just a sucker, and there is no other choice.

Wei Lin picked up the item again as if he wanted to, looked at it for a few seconds, and then put it down.

Sure enough, upon checking again, the same judgment was made.

"Brother Qian, you don't need to waste your time here. I stick to my opinion. These treasures you have aren't worth much. I think you should take them back and keep them as decorations."

Qian San looked on in disbelief. How could this be?

"Wei Lin, I still don't believe your appraisal this time. You should just put my things on your promotional page and post them on your WeChat Moments. I don't need much, just help me sell them for a few million!"

Qian Sancai ignored Wei Lin's conclusion; he was determined to get the money this time.

Without money, Qian San would become penniless.

Wei Lin frowned, not understanding why Qian San was still so stubborn even after things had been discussed to this extent.

"Brother Qian, it's not that I don't want to help you, it's just that your treasure can't be sold here."

Wei Lin didn't dare to say anything definitively, so he could only offer words of comfort.

"I'll take some photos and try my best to help you sell them."

Wei Lin took only a symbolic photo and didn't pay much attention to Qian San's situation. There were other customers in the store, and he couldn't linger in a place like Qian San's where there was no benefit for him.

Qian San watched Wei Lin's hasty departure and snorted angrily.

"Wei Lin, you must be lying to me!"

Qian San packed up his treasures and left Wei Lin's shop without even saying goodbye.

There are many places to authenticate items, and Qian San visited every shop he knew.

The answers they received were all the same as Wei Lin's.

Qian San's world collapsed.

"How is this possible? How could I be fooled? Are these treasures I have really all fake?"

Faced with the truth before him, Qian San was filled with disbelief.

The truth always hurts. Qian San, holding his precious baby, wandered aimlessly down the road.

Now, this once-powerful company leader and a super-rich tycoon from land expropriation has become completely penniless.

Oh, no, Qian San's house also has a whole room full of collectibles.

The thought that even the items in my hand are fake might mean that the things in my house could also be fake...

Qian San dared not think any further. After much deliberation, he directly called Wei Lin.

"Wei Lin, could you come to my house for a moment? I need to ask you for a favor."

Wei Lin was clearly distracted, and his tone of voice showed absolutely no respect.

"Brother Qian, my shop is a bit busy. Can I come over when I have time?"

Having lived most of his life, how could Qian San not understand Wei Lin's meaning? Wasn't it just a tactful rejection?

After thinking it over and over, Qian San still tapped on Li Bing's number.

Li Bing was busy in his shop at the moment, but compared to Wei Lin's shop, the two were far inferior.

Li Bing's shop had only been established for a few years, while Wei Lin's had been established for over ten years.

"Brother Qian? What brings you here? Are you here to hand over the contract? Oh, actually, I should be the one calling you."

Li Bing spoke first, and then enthusiastically said a lot.

Qian San didn't speak, but listened quietly until Li Bing finished speaking before continuing.

"Li Bing, aren't you my good buddy?"

Li Bing suddenly froze on the spot, not understanding what Qian San was going to do? Why did he suddenly seem to have a strange look in his eyes?

"Brother Qian, we've been friends for years, why are you suddenly so serious? This is really unlike you."

Qian San gave a self-deprecating laugh and spoke helplessly.

"Enough with the talk, Li Bing. I need you to come to my house right now, is that alright?"

Li Bing was surprised; he hadn't been to Qian San's house for a while.

Without much thought, Li Bing readily agreed.

"Okay, I'll pack my things now and we'll meet at your house later."

As if he had thought of something, Li Bing asked again.

"Brother Qian, should I bring Liu Liu over?"

Li Bing also wanted to meet Liu Liu, so he made up an excuse.

However, this time Qian San refused.

"No, I only want you to come to my house alone. Come quickly, I have something to ask you."

After agreeing, Li Bing immediately hung up the phone, thinking all the way about what Qian San wanted from him.

Thinking of the hairpin that Qian San gave to Xiao Song, Li Bing vaguely guessed some clues and made preparations in advance.

Qian San was very anxious, so he drove straight home and waited for Li Bing's arrival with a blank expression.

About half an hour later, Li Bing appeared at the gate of Qian San's house.

As soon as there was a knock on the door, Qian San quickly went to greet him.

"Li Bing, you've finally arrived! Come over here right now."

When Qian San saw Li Bing coming, it was as if he had seen a savior. He happily took Li Bing's hand and led him to his favorite collection room.

Li Bing stood quietly beside Qian San, waiting for Qian San to speak.

"Brother Li Bing, could you take a look at everything in my room and tell me what's going on?"

Qian San didn't say it directly; he couldn't very well say whether there were many counterfeit goods in the room.