"Mr. Farman, Miss Yilin, the Chinese are not to be underestimated!"
Count Rose exclaimed, watching Er Zhu's departing back.
Farman and Yilin nodded in agreement, a flicker of admiration and worship in their eyes.
Before this, they had only thought that China was weak and that no real wealthy individuals could emerge!
But Wang Er Zhu had overturned all their assumptions!
Let alone his assets, they hadn't even owned a single one of his cars!
From then on, the cooperation between the three and Er Zhu grew. Although they faced mockery and even insults from their own countrymen, the careers of the three had achieved a qualitative leap!
Especially the Yilin family, whose ranking on the rich list had jumped from over a hundred to exactly one hundred!
Although still at the bottom, this was a significant achievement for the Yilin family!
Consequently, the Yilin family sent Yilin and Mark to China, bearing generous gifts and visiting their residence.
At this moment, in Er Zhu's living room.
"Miss Yilin, please have some tea."
The bodyguard respectfully placed the tea on the table and then quickly retreated.
"Mr. Wang, thank you for your help to my Yilin family for so long. Knowing you like Chinese antiques, I specially bought this for you."
Yilin nodded slightly, then as if remembering something, she exchanged glances with her brother beside her.
Mark disdainfully glanced at the Chinese man opposite him, a hint of impatience flashing in his eyes.
He had always looked down upon Chinese people; he wouldn't have come this time if it weren't for his grandfather's orders!
"Brother, the blue and white porcelain vase!"
Seeing Mark not moving, Yilin frowned and chided him.
"This is a gift from my grandfather to you, a Yuan Dynasty blue and white porcelain vase worth fifty billion!"
Hearing his sister's urging and recalling his grandfather's instructions, Mark reluctantly handed the gift box to Er Zhu.
Er Zhu was about to nod when a flash of inspiration struck his eyes, and he saw the vase in the gift box, devoid of any spiritual energy.
"This vase of yours is a fake!"
A flash of inspiration crossed his eyes, and Er Zhu looked up to remind them.
"What nonsense are you talking about? I bought this at an auction held by Duke Lorra. How could a duke of a country sell fakes!"
"Besides, you haven't even seen the vase, how can you say it's a fake? Do you think you have X-ray vision?"
Er Zhu's words immediately enraged Mark. He slammed the gift box onto the sofa and stood up in anger.
This Wang Er Zhu was truly outrageous, not only was he told he was fat, but he was also getting defensive!
As expected of someone from a weak country!
"Brother!"
Mark was about to say something more when he suddenly heard his sister's voice. He shot Er Zhu a fierce glare before sitting down huffily.
"Mr. Wang, please don't take it to heart. My brother just doesn't understand Chinese antiques."
Seeing Mark sit down, Yilin's eyes flickered, and while thinking, she explained to Er Zhu.
"Yes, those merchants are good at deceiving ignorant fools."
Er Zhu nodded, cast a dismissive glance at the gift box on the sofa, and was about to leave.
"Chinese, you're courting death!"
As Er Zhu turned away, Mark instantly understood what was meant and raised his fist, about to strike. Fortunately, Yilin stopped him in time.
"Don't hold me back, Yilin! This Chinese is too arrogant. I must teach him a harsh lesson!"
Mark, with his fist raised, pushed Yilin aside while gritting his teeth and shouting.
He had always known that Chinese people had poor character, but he never expected it to be this bad!
"Mr. Mark, what are you doing?"
Just as Yilin was about to say something, she heard an old man's voice from the doorway.
The two turned their heads and saw Old Feng walking over, his brows furrowed, looking furious. Old Feng had originally intended to come and watch the excitement, but he didn't expect to witness this scene! These foreign merchants were truly asking for trouble, attacking a Chinese person on Chinese territory!
"Old Feng!"
Seeing Old Feng, Mark immediately withdrew his hand and bowed respectfully to him. Although Old Feng was also Chinese, he was an old family friend of the Yilin family and held an important international position! Therefore, no matter how angry Mark was, he did not dare to act up in front of Old Feng.
"Old Feng, you've arrived at the perfect time. You're very knowledgeable about Chinese antiques; please help us examine this blue and white porcelain vase!"
Seeing Old Feng, Yilin was about to explain something when she suddenly thought of something and handed the gift box to Old Feng as she spoke.
Old Feng's face was flushed red. He had intended to scold Mark, but seeing Yilin's smiling face, he didn't say anything.
"Fake!"
As soon as he opened the gift box, Old Feng declared the result. Upon hearing this, everyone present fell silent. Especially Mark, who had spent fifty billion on a fake. If others found out, they would surely burst into laughter!
"Is it really fake? Old Feng, do you want to take another look?"
Yilin, having recovered from her shock, wanted to believe it, but the thought of the money spent made her unwilling to give up.
"No need to look. The glaze of this vase is too dark and rough; it's obviously a fake!"
Old Feng shook his head slightly, pointed to the vase in the gift box, and replied with great certainty.
A flicker of shock crossed Yilin and Mark's eyes, and they looked at Er Zhu with disbelief, especially Mark. He had initially thought Er Zhu was talking nonsense, but he didn't expect it to be true! This Chinese man is not to be underestimated!
"Didn't Er Zhu tell you? He's very knowledgeable about antiques!"
Seeing Yilin and Mark's embarrassed expressions, Old Feng suddenly remembered something and pointed to Er Zhu with a question.
Yilin opened her mouth, wanting to answer, but recalling her brother's rude behavior, her eyes were filled with embarrassment and shame. Mark was even more embarrassed. He suddenly felt that Er Zhu was absolutely right; he was a fool! Even more foolish than a fool!
"I apologize, Mr. Wang. It's all my fault. Please, for the sake of the Yilin family, spare me this time."
After a long while, Mark bowed respectfully to Er Zhu, his eyes full of apology. A top Chinese billionaire had helped them so much and could even discern the authenticity of antiques from afar. If he were still arrogant, he would be out of his mind!
"Go back, I have things to do."
Er Zhu nodded slightly, waved his hand gently, and dismissed them. Mark and Yilin quickly nodded and left in haste. Their father had asked them to visit and thank him, but they hadn't expected such an incident to occur! If their father found out, he would skin them alive! Thinking of this, Mark and Yilin exchanged glances, seeing panic and fear in each other's eyes. However, Mr. Wang had already asked them to leave, and they dared not linger.
"Godfather, did you need me for something?"
Hearing the sound of the door closing, Er Zhu turned to Old Feng.
"It's nothing major. There are several large antique shops in Kyoto holding auctions. I wonder if you're interested."
Old Feng shook his head slightly, about to leave, when he suddenly remembered something and sat back down. Kyoto, as the capital of China, had tens of thousands of antique shops. Er Zhu naturally wouldn't be interested in small ones, but investing in large antique shops might be worth considering.