"Brother Lance"

Under the rich second-generation heir's complicated gaze, Lance picked up the wrapped antique.

Seeing that there was a pawn shop nearby, Lance walked straight over.

This made the leisurely uncles and aunties follow behind Lance, wanting to see how lucky he was.

But now, most of them felt that the final outcome would definitely be Lance choosing a worthless antique and then crying online.

…

"Boss, I'm going to sell this."

Lance still ignored the stares behind him and generously placed the antique in front of the pawnbroker.

The pawnbroker had seen the world, but he was still stunned to see an eight-year-old child come to pawn an item.

After some thought, the pawnbroker took the antique from Lance.

After checking, the boss's eyes were filled with shock.

When he placed the antique on the table again, the boss was very careful.

A moment later, the boss asked directly, "Little kid, are you sure you're not here to sell family heirloom behind the elders' backs?"

"That's impossible. We can testify for him. The little kid spent a thousand yuan to buy this." Someone in the crowd said, "Boss, is the little kid lucky? Is it really an antique?"

After this voice, the remaining onlookers also began to jeer, asking the boss to quickly estimate its value.

"Boss, you know the value of antiques," Lance asked calmly. "How much do you think this is worth?"

Seeing Lance's calm appearance, a hint of admiration flashed across the pawnbroker's eyes.

"Five million yuan."

Those three simple words made the onlookers sigh with emotion.

"Five, five million?"

"Did I hear wrongly? It can really be sold for five million?!"

"Is the boss playing with the child…"

"…"

Amidst the sighs of the crowd, the boss gave Lance a card without another word.

"There's five million inside. Little kid, if you have any good items in the future, come and find me!"

…

"Here's 2,000 dollars. I want two items!"

"I want three!"

"Ten pieces. Don't any of you snatch them from me!"

"…"

The rich second-generation heir was still wondering what kind of godly figure Lance was when a group of people rushed to buy things from him.

Seeing that everything had been snatched away, the rich second-generation heir was stunned. What was going on?

The rich second-generation heir was still dumbfounded. Those who had snatched the items rushed to the pawnshop like a swarm of bees and asked the pawnbroker to appraise the authenticity for them.

"A person cannot daydream in broad daylight."

Seeing this, Lance shook his head and walked to the side silently. He crossed his arms and watched with a smile in his eyes.

He knew that what was about to happen was a big show.

"What? Fake?"

"Is mine fake too? All 10 pieces of them? That's impossible, Boss. Are you mistaken?"

"That's right. Boss, don't fool honest people like us. It's impossible that none of them are real. If you continue talking nonsense, I'll destroy your shop!"

"…"

After a while, there was another commotion.

Lance raised his eyebrows and sat aside to watch the commotion.

The boss comforted them one by one and gave them his work pass, which meant that he had a good eye for things.

Now, even those who were slow to think could understand that they had bought fake goods.

Among the things bought from the rich second-generation heir, only the one bought by Lance was authentic. The rest were all fake!

They didn't dare to provoke the rich second-generation heir, but wouldn't they dare to scold the eight-year-old Lance?

After losing money, the buyers, who were holding back their anger, saw that Lance was still at the pawnshop and surrounded him.

Seeing this scene, Lance still did not panic.

Lance's calmness ignited a fire in the hearts of those people.

"You did it on purpose? You're in cahoots with that rich second-generation heir, aren't you? You're just scamming us poor people. Despicable."

"Cheating at a young age, you will likely resort to robbery and murder in the future."

"What did your parents teach you? F*ck, let me teach you first!"

"…"

A person in the crowd with a bad temper, rolled up his sleeves and was about to teach Lance a lesson.

"Impulse is the devil."

Seeing this, Lance said leisurely.

As expected, the man stopped in his tracks.

Hitting a child was shameful to talk about.

Not to mention, the parents behind the child, who knew who they might be.

Seeing that the man had stopped and the surroundings had quietened down, Lance spoke slowly.

"Did I ask you to buy it?"

His words hit the nail on the head.

"I only bought a real antique and didn't say anything. Everyone rushed to buy the antiques like a swarm of bees. You can't blame me for this, right?"

"You're the ones who followed the trend and are greedy for small gains. Now that you've lost money, won't you grit your teeth and swallow it?"

Lance's words silenced the room.

They looked at each other, speechless.

For a moment, everyone was speechless.

The rich second-generation heir who was about to enter happened to see Lance's retort.

He was even more curious about Lance.

The rich second-generation heir was originally unwilling to come to the pawnshop.

But he was helpless. He realized that Lance was really capable. When he realized that Lance was being attacked by everyone, he still came because he cherished talent.

He just didn't expect Lance to blurt out something that hit the nail on the head and shut these people up.

Capable, that was what the rich second-generation heir had said about Lance.

"You're right." Coming out of his surprise, the rich man strode forward.

He ignored the onlookers, his gaze clear. He went straight to Lance and handed him his business card.

The golden border on the business card was luxurious yet reserved.

"I'm Albert, the only son of the chairman of the North Corporation. I'm also the current CEO."

"I want to invite you to our company. I have something to discuss with you."

Albert's personality was straightforward and not sloppy.

As soon as he finished speaking, Lance took the card.

"I'll take the business card." Then Lance said, "But I can't go now."

Lance didn't refuse, but he didn't agree either.

This was the wisest answer.

Because of his status, Albert did not continue to force Lance to come to their company.

However, he kept Lance in mind.

…

Because of his shocking fans, the fact that Lance had chosen the only authentic item from the fake items was photographed again and posted online.

As for Lance, who did not often appear in the public eye, the popularity of the video rose steadily.

Lance had become popular again, with the number of comments increasing crazily.

[I'm arrogant, but I want to say that I'm not that surprised! Yes, although this matter is ridiculous, this is Lance's ability!]

[Hahaha, he's still Greatest Of All Time! What seems ridiculous to others is instantly reasonable to Lance.]

[But I have to say that to be able to find real antiques among more than 10 fake ones, it has to be Little Brother Lance!]

[What Little Brother Lance? Stand up and call him Senior Brother Lance.]

[Yes, yes, yes. Senior Brother Lance will be our idol in the future!]

[…]

Under the spread of Lance's huge fan club, after a few hours, not only did the popularity ferment, but the title of Senior Brother Lance also instantly resounded on the Internet!

It could be said to be lightning fast.