The faces around them are red, and they have all tasted it. On weekdays, they think they are the best in the appreciation industry, but they don't find this low-end mistake.
At this time, no one can sit still. They find an excuse and leave.
Finally, only Mr. Chu was left.
"Allen Peterson! I want to thank you for today. If my old buddies see that I don't recognize this thing as fake, they will laugh at me. Today, you pick something here and charge it to my account."
This is a big deal. Although the antique market is not comparable to the auction, the things here are not cheap. If you encounter good-looking things, millions are possible.
Allen Peterson smiled and waved his hand: "Mr. Chu, you are an elder. You don't have to spend so much. If you encounter something you'tre not sure about, let me ask you for advice."
Boss Chu stiffened his face: "Allen Peterson, do you look down on me? What I said doesn't count."