Ye Chen looked at Chen Bin with a playful smile: "By the way, did you just say you'd give me a million if I proved it was fake?"
Chen Bin took a deep breath: "I, Fourth Master Chen, keep my word. The money will be yours."
Even though the blue and white porcelain was broken, I can't lose face.
In the antique business, credibility is everything, so no matter what, you have to swallow your pride.
Chen Bin took a deep breath again, pretending not to care, cupped his fists to everyone, and said: "I, Chen Bin, made a fool of myself today. Thank you, young brother, for smashing this porcelain for me. I'll take this as a lesson. Everyone, please disperse!"
The crowd dispersed, and Chen Bin, with a smile that didn't reach his eyes, said to Ye Chen: "Young brother, come have a cup of tea at my Tongbao Tower, so I can prepare the money for you."
Ye Chen laughed coldly in his heart, have tea, prepare money? I don't believe you'd be so kind.
But Ye Chen nodded: "Alright."