"Someone swapped the antiques in our shop, and now they're causing trouble, claiming we sold fakes and demanding compensation."
The subordinate reported truthfully to Chu Nianxue.
"What? How dare they! You guys wait there, I'll be there shortly."
Chu Nianxue gave instructions and hung up the phone decisively.
Lin Xiaotian asked curiously, "What's wrong, wife? Who made you so angry? I'll go get revenge for you."
"It's not someone who made me angry, it's just that something happened at the antique shop..."
Chu Nianxue recounted what she had just heard to Lin Xiaotian.
After listening, Lin Xiaotian was furious. He slammed the table and said, "What? Such a thing happened? Wife, don't worry, leave this to me. I'll handle it right away."
"Alright, I trust your abilities. I still have some matters to attend to here, so I'll leave the antique shop to you. If you encounter any trouble, just call me."
Chu Nianxue thought for a moment and arranged the matter.
Lin Xiaotian waved his hand and left before she finished speaking.
To him, such a thing was a piece of cake.
Whoever dared to cause trouble at a company under the Chu Group would regret it.
He left Chu Group, got into the car sent by his wife, and headed straight for the antique shop.
"I'm telling you, your shop sells fakes. I can report you, and then your shop won't be able to operate. So, if you're smart, you'll compensate me quickly. Settling this privately will be beneficial for both of us."
Inside the antique shop, a young man, looking disheveled, yelled angrily at the person in charge.
Manager Old Zhou looked helpless. He had already asked Tang Jingde to personally examine it. This antique was indeed from the shop, and the inscription was fine. However, he distinctly remembered seeing this treasure himself and couldn't have sold a fake.
Now that it had been swapped, he had no proof, and no one in the shop could offer a convincing explanation.
This led to the young man becoming even more arrogant, able to extort money here.
"What? You're unwilling to pay? Then I'll go to the Appraisal Association and let them mediate. Once they know about this and expose you, the money you lose will be far more than this."
Seeing that no one in the shop spoke, the young man threatened them again.
"Little brat, stop spouting nonsense. You know very well whether this item is ours or not. You're deliberately extorting us." An employee in the shop couldn't help but shout at him.
"Do you have any evidence? I have solid proof here. The invoice for my purchase and the inscription on the antique can all prove that you sold fakes. I demand ten times compensation for selling one fake, is there a problem with that?"
The young man said dismissively, shrugging.
"You..."
The employee was speechless.
The invoice price for this antique was one hundred thousand. Now he was demanding ten times compensation, which would be one million.
While not a devastating blow to the antique shop, it was certainly not a small sum.
They had tried every possible way to deal with this young man's extortion, but none of it worked.
Now, they could only wait for Lin Xiaotian to return, hoping he might have a solution.
"Why hasn't Mr. Lin arrived yet? This kid is running out of patience."
Manager Old Zhou wiped the sweat from his face and kept looking towards the entrance, but it remained empty. No one had arrived.
The young man's eyes narrowed, and he slammed the table forcefully. "Are you going to pay or not? If you don't give me the money, I'll really report you."
"Don't think I don't know that your shop doesn't have a good relationship with the Antique Association. If I report you, your company won't be able to stay in business."
"Old Tang, I think we should just pay him. This kid is determined to extort us today, and he has solid evidence. Even if Mr. Lin comes, I'm afraid he won't be able to do anything."
"If this kid leaves, our antique shop will really be punished."
Old Zhou was extremely worried and turned to discuss with Tang Jingde.
Tang Jingde was also very helpless. He had been an appraiser for his entire life, and this was the first time he had encountered such a situation.
He couldn't even tell that the antique in this kid's hand had been swapped from the shop. The counterfeiting technique was simply too cunning.
Just as he was about to surrender to the young man and agree, a person finally arrived from outside the door, walked in潇洒ly, and let out a cold snort, "Who is extorting money in my wife's shop? Are you tired of living?"
"Mr. Lin, it's Mr. Lin!"
Old Zhou looked up and saw Lin Xiaotian, his face immediately lit up with joy.
A smile also appeared on Tang Jingde's face.
Everyone in the shop saw him and felt a sense of hope.
Only the young man glanced at Lin Xiaotian when he turned around, still dismissive, and snorted, "Who are you? Are you also from this shop?"
"My name is Lin Xiaotian, and I'm the appraiser for this shop. I thought the person extorting money would be someone significant, but it turns out to be a little brat."
Lin Xiaotian walked over, looked him up and down contemptuously, and then said to Tang Jingde, "Old Tang, you're quite something. After appraising antiques for a lifetime, you're actually being bullied by a young kid."
"You can't even appraise this mere swapped antique?"
"Little friend Lin, stop making fun of me. I truly can't figure out what's going on with this antique. I can guarantee it's not from our shop, but the inscription on it is exactly the same as ours."
"Oh? This little brat's replication technique is so advanced?"
Lin Xiaotian knew that the inscriptions on the antique shop's items were carved using special internal materials and methods, visible only with professional light-transmitting tools.
If it wasn't an antique from their shop, the inscription would definitely not pass the verification.
But the antique brought by this little brat had stumped everyone in the shop.
Lin Xiaotian turned back and looked at the little brat, smiling playfully, "You can fool them, which means you have some skills and are a genius at replication. But it's not so easy to fool me."
"Try me. I guarantee this antique is from your shop. I haven't forged anything; you're wrongly accusing me."
The young man's face was ashen, yet he exuded an unusual confidence.
Lin Xiaotian took the antique and immediately saw that it was fake, and not a high-quality one. It was impossible for it to be an antique from the shop.
The most sophisticated part of this replica was likely the inscription.
He first used the shop's light-transmitting tools to examine it. As expected, the inscription on the antique was identical to the shop's inscription.
Even Lin Xiaotian was deeply shocked after seeing it!
"How is it? Have you finished appraising? Do you still dare to say this antique isn't from your shop?" the young man asked arrogantly.
"Heh heh, little brat, are you so confident that your replication method is foolproof?"
Lin Xiaotian put down the antique and the tools, raised his eyebrows, and asked.