Chapter 88: Have You Been With Tomb Mummies Too Long? Your Taste Has Changed!

The tomb-robbing duo was completely stunned by Lin Beifan's words!

Liu Ma hummed softly and lowered her head shyly.

Fatty Wang widened his eyes in disbelief. "Boss, you must be mistaken! This... aunt is actually this little brother's girlfriend? They don't match at all—not even a little!"

"Brother, your vision is too narrow! In love, race isn't a problem, gender isn't a problem, so why should age be one? Don't you agree?" Lin Beifan said, blinking mischievously.

"What you said makes sense..." Fatty Wang still looked skeptical. "But..."

Lin Beifan leaned in and whispered, "Brother, let me tell you, my brother went through a lot just to win her over!"

"What did he do?" Fatty Wang was suddenly very curious.

Lin Beifan whispered conspiratorially, "You won't believe this. Just a few days ago, he accidentally fell into Liu Ma's arms and immediately got a nosebleed! I suspect he did it on purpose just to take advantage of her!"

Fatty Wang: Cough!

Lin Beifan continued whispering, "Then, in front of our entire company, he ran after her, calling her 'baby' and confessing his love with all kinds of sweet words! If that's not true love, what is?"

Fatty Wang: Cough!

Lin Beifan leaned in closer. "And finally, because he was young and full of energy, he couldn't resist Liu Ma's charm and almost made the kind of mistake all men make..."

Fatty Wang: Cough!

Fatty Wang's expression twisted into a knot. You could see how hard he was struggling to process this information—even his round, fat face was scrunched up!

"But thankfully... it all had a happy ending!"

Lin Beifan said enthusiastically, "Liu Ma was finally moved by his sincerity and persistence, so she agreed to be his girlfriend! Despite all the rumors, they bravely chose to be together!"

Fatty Wang frowned. "Boss, are you messing with me? Are they really a couple?"

"Every word is true!" Lin Beifan nodded sincerely. "I even suspect my brother joined my company just to pursue Liu Ma!"

Angkor finally couldn't take it anymore. With a dark expression, he muttered, "Mr. Lin, that's enough. We're here to buy antiques!"

"Sorry, I got too excited and couldn't help myself!" Lin Beifan said with a grin.

Angkor: "..."

At that moment, Fatty Wang seemed to piece everything together.

He looked at Angkor strangely. Good boy!

So that's why you suddenly decided to work as a janitor? You just wanted to get closer to your sweetheart!

If you wanted to chase a woman, just chase her! I wouldn't stop you!

But how could you choose someone like her?!

She could be your mother!

Have you spent too much time robbing tombs, and now your taste has changed after hanging around mummies for so long?!

Angkor felt incredibly awkward under Fatty Wang's gaze.

He wanted to explain that it was all a misunderstanding—but with everyone watching, he had no choice but to keep quiet and clear things up later.

Soon, it was time for Angkor to show off his expertise.

He easily exposed the fake antiques displayed in the shop, explaining their flaws with confidence and precision. His vast knowledge and sharp eye were undeniable.

Fatty Wang pretended to be surprised. "Wow, it seems you really are an expert!"

"Of course! My Brother Wu is the best in this field!" Lin Beifan said proudly. "Boss, bring out the real treasures from your store and let my brother take a look!"

"Alright, please wait a moment!"

Fatty Wang carefully took out several delicate boxes from the store and opened them one by one.

"I have to tell you..." Fatty Wang said smugly, "I got these from... ahem, some very experienced collectors. They're all authentic and valuable pieces! If I weren't such a generous person, I wouldn't even be willing to part with them!"

"Enough talking, boss! Show us what you've got!"

"Yes, let's see them!"

Fatty Wang carefully took out a scroll and unrolled it with great reverence.

"This is one of our shop's prized treasures—an original calligraphy piece by Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty!"

"Everyone knows that while Song Huizong was not the best emperor, his calligraphy and paintings were legendary! His signature 'Slender Gold Script' is one of the most well-known and authoritative calligraphy styles!

"And this particular scroll was written when he was 26 years old!"

"Look at the strokes—graceful, fluid, elegant, yet powerful. The iron-like lines and silver-hooked curves make this an absolute masterpiece! Song Huizong's calligraphy is highly sought after in the antique market! If you like it, I'll sell it to you for just 30 million!"

Lin Beifan and the others admired it for a while. "It's truly beautiful!"

Then, Lin Beifan leaned toward Angkor and whispered, "What do you think? Is it worth it?"

Angkor responded in a low voice, "Mr. Lin, this piece is just a mid-tier replica."

"A mid-tier piece? So it's not worth buying?"

"Not exactly. While it's not an original, it's still valuable!"

"Why?"

"Mr. Lin, this piece was actually copied by a later artist! But the artist is a well-known calligrapher, Mr. Donglin, who was highly skilled in replicating famous works!

"Although his calligraphy isn't as valuable as Song Huizong's, it's still worth around five to six million!"

"Mr. Lin, I suspect the shop owner knows it's a replica but doesn't know who created it. If I negotiate well, we might be able to get it for a much lower price!"

Lin Beifan patted his shoulder. "I'll leave it to you!"

"Leave it to me!"

Angkor stepped forward and said, "Boss, this piece is a replica!"

Fatty Wang pretended to be offended. "How dare you! This is an authentic piece! Prove me wrong!"

"Alright, boss, look here… and here… and here…"

Angkor expertly pointed out the telltale signs of a replica, explaining them fluently and proving his expertise once again.

His final conclusion: "So, to sum it up, this calligraphy is a later copy. Someone imitated Song Huizong's work! Boss, I don't believe you didn't notice these obvious flaws!"

Fatty Wang sighed. "Damn, you really are a pro! Your eye for detail is amazing!"

"Boss, my boss really likes this painting. Give us a new price—something fair. No nonsense!"

Fatty Wang hesitated for a moment before finally saying, "Fine. Three million! Even though it's a replica, it's still a valuable antique with high artistic value. Three million is the lowest I can go!"

Fatty Wang pretended to be pained as he said this. This piece is worth five to six million, and I'm selling it for only three million?! What a loss!

Angkor gave Lin Beifan a small nod.

"Good job, you really pulled it off!" Lin Beifan whispered, pleased.

Then, with a smile, he prepared to make his move.