"Young man, you can't just say things like that," Luo Bupan retorted bluntly. "I've been doing business here for many years. How could I possibly sell fakes to Miss Fang? If you don't know what you're talking about, you should keep your mouth shut, lest you bring trouble on yourself!"
"Mister Xia, are all these items fake?" Fang Youxue asked blankly, flipping through the photos on her phone.
She was fond of antiques but didn't know how to tell if they were authentic. On second thought, Luo Bupan had been the one to recommend all these items to her, and she had never sought a professional appraisal. If they were really fakes, she would have no idea.
"The real can't be faked, and the fake can't be made real," Xia Liang said coolly. "Once or twice is one thing. But to fleece one person dry like this is outrageous."
