C56 Everyone Was Shocked!

"What did you say? The porcelain vase I bought is a fake?" Wang Ziwen was initially stunned, then suddenly erupted into laughter as if he had just heard the funniest joke in the world.

"Master Lin, I acquired this pair of porcelain vases, and not a soul here could spot a single flaw. I'm quite eager to hear how you detected the forgery," Wang Ziwen said, giving Lin Yin a frosty look. "Let me make myself clear—if you can't give a good reason today, you'll have to apologize to me and all the esteemed guests here, admitting you're nothing more than a boastful nobody."

"Otherwise, you won't be leaving Mingbao House today!" Wang Ziwen declared, his voice dripping with threat.

"Exactly, with all the experts and collectors here, none of us noticed anything wrong. What gives you the right to say they're fakes? If you can't justify your claim, the only way you'll leave Mingbao House today is on your hands and knees!" Shen Hao arrogantly added.

Lin Yin, unfazed, took a sip of tea and asked calmly, "Are you sure you want me to prove that these are worthless forgeries?"

"Of course! You act as if you're so confident. Prove it to me—show me how you figured out they're fake!" Wang Ziwen taunted, his face full of disdain.

Everyone present had accepted the Chenghua Doucai porcelain vases as genuine, though they were reluctant to confirm it outright. Wang Ziwen, however, had seen through them, which is why he had spared no expense to purchase them. He even planned to gift them to the Old Master.

Lin Yin, this good-for-nothing, dared to brazenly and shamelessly claim they were fakes. He was practically asking for a slap in the face!

"As you wish."

Lin Yin let out a cold laugh, set down his teacup, and with a snap of his fingers, sent a small teacup flying.

Crash!

The teacup collided with the pair of porcelain vases, piercing through the seemingly exquisite pieces. A crisp, crackling sound ensued as they broke into pieces, raining down onto the mahogany table.

"What?!"

"Oh my goodness! He's just shattered such a treasured piece!"

The guests looked on in stunned silence at the porcelain fragments scattered across the mahogany table, their expressions a blend of shock and awe, as they let out astonished gasps.

The spectacle had left them all completely stunned.

The room descended into an eerie silence...

"You! What in the world are you doing, you useless idiot?" Wang Ziwen's face turned a ghastly shade of blue, seething with anger as he glared at Lin Yin, his eyes nearly shooting flames. "How dare you break my treasure? You couldn't afford to compensate for it!"

"You're truly asking for trouble! How dare you smash the birthday gift Brother Wang gave to Old Master Wang? No one in Qingyun City can save you now! Kneel before Brother Wang!" Qin Fei yelled, pointing at Lin Yin.

"Do you really think we wouldn't dare touch you? I'll knock you down to your knees first!" Shen Hao also rose abruptly, ready to take action.

Qin Fei and Shen Hao, bristling with rage, rushed toward Lin Yin, determined to punish this reckless nobody. Without any hesitation, they threw punches at Lin Yin's face.

Lin Yin, still seated and nonchalantly enjoying his tea, let out a derisive snort. With a deft movement of his hand, he landed two sharp slaps.

Slap! Slap!

After the crisp sounds, Qin Fei and Shen Hao, as if hit by a hammer, spun around, struggling to keep their balance. They retreated more than ten meters, tumbling to the ground with roars of rage.

Disbelieving, Qin Fei and Shen Hao covered their burning cheeks, eyes fiery with anger as they stared at Lin Yin, yet they dared not confront him again.

Both men's faces bore deep, laughable slap marks, making them look utterly foolish.

"Lin Yin, are you seeking death?" Wang Ziwen's eyes were filled with a chilling coldness as he fixed his gaze on Lin Yin, his rage now fully unleashed. "You dare to destroy my prized possession and strike my people?"

Lin Yin stood up, hands behind his back, and walked over to the mahogany table to pick up a piece of broken porcelain.

"The natural patterns formed inside this porcelain vase during the firing process are too perfect, which proves it's a newly made counterfeit," Lin Yin said calmly.

He then flung the piece of porcelain at Wang Ziwen's feet, who picked it up, his face cycling through disbelief and anger as he struggled to contain his fury.

Wang Ziwen's face was a mix of shock and suspicion as he picked up a porcelain shard to examine it. His expression shifted unpredictably, as if he were holding his breath, his face turning the color of liver.

The esteemed guests, still in the throes of astonishment, listened intently to Lin Yin's explanation. They quickly composed themselves and crowded around the mahogany table, scrutinizing the broken porcelain with serious looks on their faces.

"Mr. Lin is absolutely right. The distinction is clear now. The intricate patterns inside these fragments, their sheen, density—it's all excessively perfect! Ancient porcelain was handcrafted, and the firing process would result in a variety of natural, chaotic patterns. Perfection like this is impossible; these pieces are modern fabrications!" declared a white-haired expert with authority.

"It's definitely a counterfeit! The level of craftsmanship in this forgery is remarkable. Without breaking it open to see the material and patterns inside, who could have discerned its authenticity?" wondered an expert with reading glasses, peering at a shard through a magnifying glass.

"Lin Yin wasn't just talking nonsense! This really is a fake! But how did he recognize it from the outside? His eyesight is incredibly sharp!" a middle-aged man questioned aloud, visibly shaken.

"It's inconceivable how the craftsmanship could so closely imitate the real thing. If he hadn't smashed them, who would have known they were fake? Lin Yin merely glanced at them from afar and identified them as counterfeits. How did he do that? And how could he dare to destroy something worth 30 million? His certainty and audacity are astounding," a young nobleman remarked, his face a picture of shock.

Once the conclusion was reached, everyone present was visibly astonished, their gazes fixed on Lin Yin in disbelief.

Lin Yin spoke with a calm demeanor, "I trust there are no more doubts? Even someone with the most basic knowledge could tell these shattered pieces are fakes."

He then turned to Wang Ziwen, who had turned deathly pale, and said icily, "You spent 30 million on a fake and shamelessly paraded your 'scholarship'? With your level of expertise and discernment, you dare claim to be from a family of collectors?" Lin Yin's tone was frosty as he continued, "For someone of your limited ability to assert noble lineage is truly the height of absurdity!"

After finishing his statement, Lin Yin turned to Zhang Hongyu with a sneer. "Is this the nephew you've been praising nonstop? He's managed to make headlines for buying a fake for thirty million? Such a fool, and you introduced him to Qimo?"

"You! You!" Wang Ziwen's chest heaved violently, his eyes ablaze as he glared at Lin Yin. His face flushed with anger, he wanted to retort but found himself utterly lacking the confidence to do so.

Zhang Hongyu's face was also beet red, humiliated by the day's debacle.

"Lin Yin! Don't think you're something special just because you lucked out on recognizing one artifact. I've got more money and power than you!" Wang Ziwen spat out, his face red with frustration.

Lin Yin laughed and said, "Don't boast about being from a leading family in Qingyun City, with wealth galore. Even if you had billions, with your foolishness, you're no more deserving of wealth than a pig or a dog."

Lin Yin's words stabbed at Wang Ziwen's chest like needles, causing him excruciating heartache and a suffocating feeling. He felt an overwhelming desire to just vanish into thin air.

How could he have been so blind? Thirty million spent on a fake! Regardless of his wealth, the sting of such a loss was unbearable.

And it wasn't just the money that was gone; he had lost his face completely, becoming the laughingstock of the entire affair.

He had essentially paid to throw away his own reputation!

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