After marrying an officer, she was spoiled by the group

Chapter 412: Fake Goods Scene

In order to avoid being involved, they planned to run away overnight.

Fu Ling and the other two watched a great show, which was really awesome and more exciting than watching a movie.

Among these old idiots, there are not only those who like to act smart, there are also real big guys among them, who are very good at identifying antiques.

When picking up his own items backstage, one of the presidents walked in with a smile on his face, but the moment he picked up the items, his expression changed like a Sichuan opera face-changing, and suddenly became gloomy and terrifying.

"This is not the real thing. Are you from Qutian Auction House trying to fool me with a fake?" He put the thing on the table, now furious.

The staff member stepped forward and said with a smile: "President Shenqi, did you misunderstand? We at Qutian Auction House never auction fakes. We only sell genuine works of art."

"Humph! Are you saying I was mistaken?"

President Shenqi is also a business tycoon and very wealthy. His background is no smaller than that of Qutian Auction House, so naturally, he is not someone that a small staff member can offend.

He was extremely embarrassed. If he said it was a mistake, wouldn't that be a slap in the face to the president? If he said nothing, it would be like confirming that they were auctioning fakes. He was in a real dilemma.

Many people who came to collect the auction items were attracted by the event. A business partner who was familiar with President Qiqi came forward and asked, "President Qiqi, what happened?"

Just now, he saw that President Qiqi had a happy face, but his expression changed when he got the auction item. He knew that President Qiqi was quite knowledgeable in appreciating antiques and had a rich collection at home.

"Humph! Qutian Auction House has actually started auctioning fakes! This is simply too much!" The magical president had no place to vent his anger at this moment, his eyes were wide open, as if he had been greatly insulted.

Some staff members saw that the situation was not good and quickly went to find their leaders to deal with it. After all, they had little influence and might end up being the ones being punched in the face.

Fu Ling and the other two also bought a small item worth more than one million island dollars. It was a black lacquer and gold maki-e painting depicting a yellow chrysanthemum bud about to bloom.

This painting has a black base and golden chrysanthemum buds, giving people a visual feast. The most rare thing is that it is divided into five levels, and each connection point is slightly staggered, as if a bunch of yellow chrysanthemums was cut into five parts. Putting aside the prejudices between the two countries, this painting is first-class.

The original is now in her space, and as for the fake, she bought it on Kuaiyimao. There is no comparison between the real and the fake.

Since someone had taken the initiative, she naturally couldn't waste this great opportunity.

"You are going too far. What the hell is this? Even if you bring out a fake, at least make it look real. Who are you looking down on by making it so fake? Do you think we are blind?" Fu Ling was making a noise in the backstage with the proceeds from the auction, his voice extremely penetrating.

"Everyone, come and take a look! Is this an authentic work? Look if it's painted with black lacquer and gold. This is such a rip-off! We spent over a million dollars, and they gave me a lousy painting that's too hard to even wipe my butt with!"

Fu Ling's words were very vulgar, but they fully expressed her anger. She held the painting high above her head, asking everyone to judge it.

Some people were about to leave with their auction items when they were attracted by Fu Ling's voice. Soon, the place where they were was surrounded by onlookers, but they didn't know that they were also one of the onlookers.

Yayoi Kusama was entertaining an old friend, and the two of them were chatting and laughing while drinking tea in the tea room.

"Haha, Brother Yayoi, congratulations, this auction is so successful."

"Hey! I'm getting old! Some people are starting to look down on me. Ge Ye and the other two are old acquaintances of mine. Today's performance almost ruined the Qutian Auction. They probably chose to bid because of my age. Inviting them to be judges seems like an injustice to them!"

The old friend didn't know how to respond when he heard this. Those three people were all well-known appraisers with profound attainments in identifying antiques. They were also old acquaintances of his and they maintained a good relationship.

He was present throughout the auction today and felt that the three men looked a little off. His old friend tried to smooth things over, saying, "I think you're worrying too much. They're not targeting you, but..."

Just as she was about to say something, the sliding door outside was suddenly pushed open. Yayoi Kusama frowned slightly, looking very unhappy, and was about to scold the staff for having no manners at all.

The staff member didn't care about being scolded, and panted anxiously: "Mr. Yayoi, you...you should go and take a look. Over there...over there...there's a quarrel because of the auction item...the auction item..."

"You're so impatient! Can't you see there are guests?" Yayoi Kusama scolded.

The old friend was worried that he might be angry again, so he stood up and said, "I think something really happened over there, otherwise they wouldn't be so anxious. I'll go with you to take a look."

The situation backstage was even more serious than before. Several more people discovered that there were problems with their items, and an auction of genuine items turned into a counterfeit-busting scene.

Things escalated, and finally even the usually dissolute and indifferent Mr. Qutian was alarmed. He rushed over, without thinking twice, and shouted at everyone with a cold face: "What are you doing? Why are you making such a fuss! This is the Qutian Auction House, not a vegetable market! Be quiet!"

His angry outburst didn't scare off the now radiantly-faced president. With a sullen expression, he slowly walked over to Mr. Qutian with the item and stopped. "Mr. Qutian, you've arrived just in time! Could you please explain to me why the item I bid on turned out to be a fake?"

Facing the magical president, Mr. Putian's attitude became much better: "So it's the magical president. You said the auction item is a fake? That's absolutely impossible!"

He swore confidently, "We at Qutian Auction Club never auction fakes, especially at such a grand event. You saw… prominent figures gathered today to bid on fakes. Isn't this damaging our reputation? Are you…are you mistaken?"

The subtext is to express doubts about the identification results of the magical president.

"Mr. Qutian! What you mean is... I am short-sighted and can't even tell the real from the fake, is that what you mean?" The magical president had a long face and had the urge to kill someone.

"No, no, no, I wouldn't dare. This is because all the items auctioned this time were personally appraised by Mr. Yayoi, and Mr. Ge Ye and three others were present at the auction. If they were fakes, Mr. Ge Ye would have exposed them on the spot, but they didn't!"

Mr. Qutian wanted to convince others with reason, but President Shenqi didn't buy it.

Some people didn't know Mr. Qutian personally. They only knew they might have bought a fake, and they began to express their dissatisfaction: "Please give me an explanation. I paid real money for the real thing, and you gave me a fake. Are you asking me to waste 200 million yuan?"

"That's right, there are problems with mine too. Do you think we are all fools? Look at this! Everyone, take a look! The real and fake are obvious at a glance!" The person who spoke angrily displayed his own item in front of everyone.