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Chen Yu couldn't help but frown. That stick weighed at least a hundred jin, and if it were to come down, that young man would surely be killed.
He quickly stepped forward to stop the boss.
"Boss, aren't you being a bit too impulsive? How can you be sure that the young man's item is fake?"
The boss harrumphed. "My shop has several appraisal experts. They've all seen it, and what's in that box is nothing but a recent counterfeit painting. Giving him eight hundred yuan is already merciful. He even dared to ask me for eight hundred thousand."
Chen Yu turned to look at the young man and instantly scanned the information in his brain.
It turned out this young man was indeed pitiful. His family had all passed away, leaving only himself and his sister to rely on each other.