Chen Mo was speechless for a moment.
"Old Ancestor, but this isn't something I caused! You can't just leave me to die, can you? I can only count on you now."
"I don't care!" the Old Ancestor said decisively.
Chen Mo could only put on a pitiful act: "Old Ancestor, this is the money for buying medicinal herbs and cultivating in the future. Although it's not much, it can still buy a lot of herbs and improve my strength significantly."
"You brat, you're chasing girls, and you want your Old Ancestor to foot the bill? You're something else!" the Old Ancestor questioned.
Before Chen Mo could say anything, the Old Ancestor continued, "If your ancestors knew they had such an unworthy descendant, their coffin lids wouldn't be able to stay shut!"
Chen Mo twitched his lips: "Old Ancestor, I'm really not chasing girls."
However, Chen Mo was also curious where the Old Ancestor heard the term "chasing girls."
Could it be that such a forward-thinking word existed thousands of years ago?
"Hmph, let me tell you, the girl beside you is not simple. Don't get sold by her in the future and still have to count money for her!" the Old Ancestor warned again.
Chen Mo's eyes immediately lit up, because he knew that if the Old Ancestor said this, it meant he intended to help.
"Thank you, Old Ancestor!" Chen Mo quickly thanked him.
"You brat, remember to buy back that young man's medicinal herbs after you win," the Old Ancestor instructed.
"Young man?" Chen Mo looked confused.
"The old Mr. Wang."
Chen Mo's eyelids twitched again. This old Mr. Wang was at least seventy years old, and calling him a "young man" felt a bit awkward.
Chen Mo, having realized what was happening, quickly responded, "Old Ancestor, don't worry, I'll find a way to buy more this time."
The Old Ancestor sighed helplessly, "Alas, if others knew that the former Emperor Immortal had fallen to the point of appraising items for others, they would surely laugh their heads off!"
"Old Mr. Wang, with over ten thousand exhibits, it will likely take several days to finish viewing them all," Qiu Wanliang said to Old Mr. Wang, looking at the countless antiques and calligraphy paintings.
"Heh heh!"
Chen Mo couldn't help but chuckle.
"What are you laughing at, kid?" Qiu Wanliang's expression darkened as he questioned.
"It won't take days. Give me an hour, and I'll be done with everything here," Chen Mo said, holding up two fingers.
"What did you say? An hour?!" Qiu Wanliang's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Yes, just one hour," Chen Mo nodded.
The Old Ancestor had said half an hour earlier, but Chen Mo had modestly extended it to an hour.
"Hahaha!" This time, it was Qiu Wanliang's turn to laugh.
Old Mr. Wang's expression also turned unpleasant. He frowned, "Mr. Chen, I hope you can take this matter seriously. This is not a game."
Even the address had changed from "young man" to "Mr. Chen," clearly showing his displeasure.
Chen Mo politely cupped his hands, "Old Mr. Wang, I naturally know this is not a game."
Qiu Wanliang sneered, "Kid, in an hour, you probably won't even be able to see everything here, let alone authenticate them. It's pure wishful thinking!"
"If there's nothing else, Old Mr. Wang, I'll start the appraisal."
After speaking, Chen Mo ignored Qiu Wanliang's mockery and moved closer to a glass display case to examine the bronze ware inside.
In just a few seconds, Chen Mo moved to the next one.
After a few more seconds, he moved again.
Seeing Chen Mo's appraisal speed, Old Mr. Wang was dumbfounded.
Qiu Wanliang beside him couldn't help but sneer, "Old Mr. Wang, you see? This kid is just seeking attention and is completely untrustworthy!"
Old Mr. Wang was very disappointed in Chen Mo and could only sigh, "We still have to rely on Professor Qiu."
"Not at all, it's my duty. Your integrity, Old Mr. Wang, is a model for us all." As he spoke, Qiu Wanliang also began to carefully appraise the bronze wares.
Meng Zhuqing followed beside Chen Mo.
However, seeing Chen Mo's appraisal method of only glancing at each item, even Meng Zhuqing found it hard to watch. She said, "Chen Mo, shouldn't we be more serious?"
Although she thought an hour to finish was exaggerated when Chen Mo boasted, she felt that even if he was ridiculed, winning the bet wouldn't be a disgrace.
Chen Mo awkwardly scratched his head, "I am being serious."
"This is called being serious? You didn't even look at that item for a full second!" Meng Zhuqing stared at Chen Mo, dumbfounded.
Chen Mo smiled helplessly, "Don't worry, it'll be fine."
As he spoke, Chen Mo continued his appraisal.
Meng Zhuqing, who was holding Chen Mo's arm, was speechless. But since she didn't understand appraisal herself, she had no other recourse.
"Strange."
After about ten minutes, the Old Ancestor's voice echoed in his mind.
Chen Mo stopped, "Old Ancestor, what is it?"
"Strange, strange, truly strange," the Old Ancestor continued to exclaim.
Then he said to Chen Mo, "Go to the last two rows, let me take another look."
Hearing this, Chen Mo directly crossed the area and walked towards the last two rows of exhibits.
Because Chen Mo walked too fast, Meng Zhuqing couldn't keep holding his arm and could only follow behind.
Chen Mo asked, "Old Ancestor, is there a problem?"
"A big problem," the Old Ancestor's voice sounded solemn.
"What's going on?" Chen Mo asked again.
"Everything here, all of it, are fakes!" the Old Ancestor's words shocked Chen Mo!
"What?! All fakes!" Chen Mo looked around in astonishment.
He naturally wouldn't doubt the Old Ancestor's judgment, but he was shocked by the audacity of this exhibition.
"And these porcelain pieces, the forgery techniques are exactly the same as the previous ones," the Old Ancestor dropped another bombshell.
"Could it be that they are the same group of people?!" Chen Mo was shocked.
"They should be the same group of people. It seems they were willing to spend a lot of money last time to find four assassins to kill you, fearing you would ruin this exhibition," the Old Ancestor analyzed.
Chen Mo was utterly shocked.
He never imagined that these people would be so insane.
Using the opportunity of this international exhibition to sell fakes to their own countrymen.
"Chen Mo, why are you walking so fast? There are still many things over there that haven't been appraised," Meng Zhuqing hurried over.
However, she quickly noticed that Chen Mo's expression seemed off.
She couldn't help but ask, "Chen Mo, what's wrong?"
Chen Mo didn't hide it. He leaned in and whispered into Meng Zhuqing's ear, "Everything here, all of it, are fakes!"
"What!"
Meng Zhuqing almost cried out in surprise!
Chen Mo quickly made a shushing gesture, and Meng Zhuqing quickly covered her mouth.
However, her wide, beautiful eyes still conveyed her inner shock.
"Such a large exhibition, all fakes? How, how is that possible?!" To be honest, Meng Zhuqing still had some doubts.
"It's true, all fakes! And it's very likely the work of the same group from last time, the techniques are the same," Chen Mo said in a low voice.