CHAPTER 1820: CHAPTER 1881: YOUR VASE IS FAKE

Immediately, several men rushed up to pull Wang Shoucheng aside. At this moment, his face was flushed, a mix of excitement, anger, and fright. Even as he was pulled away, his body continued to tremble with rage, wishing he didn’t have a daughter like her. If you usually acted out of line, that’s one thing, and spending money is nothing, but how could you do something like this?

Ma Jindong turned his head, looked at Li Yifei, and said, "Mr. Li, if you trust me, let me handle this matter. I will give you a satisfactory answer."

Since it involved educational matters, it was normal for Ma Jindong to take charge, so Li Yifei nodded and said, "Okay."

Wow, this Li Yifei is really something, only said two words. But some people think his reaction is quite reasonable.

At this moment, Wang Lizhen finally regained her senses. She couldn’t afford to cry but lay on the ground defending herself: "Dad, I’m really not blackmailing. That vase truly cost me over two hundred thousand yuan to buy, and I just took it back..."

Wang Shoucheng closed his eyes, refusing to look at his daughter. Ma Jindong asked, "Where’s the vase?"

"The vase...is in the bag over there." Wang Lizhen quickly pointed towards the elevator, and everyone turned to see a classic LV bag on the ground. Someone hurriedly picked it up, and Ma Jindong said, "I know a bit about antiques. Bring me that broken vase. Whether it’s blackmail or not will be clear at a glance. If genuine, the offense is minor; if fake, then it’s criminal."

Wang Lizhen said nothing, believing she bought the real thing, but the Pretty Boy lying on the ground began to tremble. He knew whether the vase was real or not—it was a scheme he and the antique shop owner plotted...

The vase was handed to Ma Jindong. Governor Ma opened it on the spot, and indeed found it badly shattered, but the base was still intact. He took out the base and a few broken porcelain pieces. As the saying goes, an expert can tell at a glance. As Vice Governor, Ma Jindong was relatively honest, though he liked collecting antiques of various kinds. After years of research, he knew a few renowned experts, so he was pretty good at appraisal.

The base showed markings of "Made in Northern Song Dynasty." Translated into timing, it’s the Song Huizong era. Northern Song porcelain only flourished after Huizong. This porcelain vase might have originated from the Official Kiln. If it had survived till today, it wouldn’t just be worth over two hundred thousand, not even two million, likely much more.

The porcelain was very finely made. Ma Jindong set aside the base and examined the fracture and several broken porcelain walls.

A minute later, Ma Jindong set things aside and handed the rest to others, holding only the base.

People around grew tense. Seeing how seriously Ma Jindong was looking, it proved he was an expert. The mystery was about to be unveiled.

Wang Shoucheng also opened his eyes, intensely watching Ma Jindong. If his daughter bought a genuine piece, then at least...she wasn’t blackmailing. If fake, Wang Shoucheng dared not to think further.

The Pretty Boy Zhang Han closed his eyes tightly in despair, while Wang Lizhen even forgot to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth. She was so nervous, she even forgot her pain, staring at Ma Jindong.

Ma Jindong flicked the base with his finger and turned to Li Yifei, saying, "Made in the years of Zheng He, it’s from the Official Kiln. But unfortunately, it’s fake and was fired not long ago, buried in the ground for just one or two years. Even if it was aged artificially, it’s poorly done. Plus, there’s a major flaw in this vase. You might think, Northern Song Made in the years of Zheng He."

The crowd looked over, not finding anything wrong. Many officials had antique collections at home; however, most didn’t understand much. Those who did wouldn’t speak up to steal the limelight now.

Ma Jindong paused, then said, "The Northern Song, those with a bit of historical knowledge know after Northern Song came the Southern Song, but that was already a crumbling era. There’s a saying, ’After the Yashan disaster, there was no China...’ Hmm, back to this inscription. How could people back then foresee there would be a Southern Song? That’s the biggest flaw. An inscription shouldn’t mention Northern Song."

With Ma Jindong’s statement, applause instantly erupted around. Everyone was thrilled. Li Yifei also clapped, making Ma Jindong pleased with a smile and nod.

These people were excited, but for Wang Shoucheng and Wang Lizhen, it was akin to a thousand-ton boulder suddenly dropping on their heads.

Ma Jindong finished appraising; it’s a fake vase beyond any doubt. Yet your daughter claimed it was real, trying to scam compensation from Li Yifei’s father-in-law. Isn’t this blackmail? How can you pull this off, bullying the naive? Besides, could you be more professional with your deceit? Using such a low-end forgery for blackmail...

Many looked at Wang Shoucheng with deep sympathy. Having such a daughter, you might wish you just spilled it on the ground back then.

"No, it’s impossible. I really spent 240,000 yuan! It can’t be fake." Wang Lizhen still tried to argue, but who would listen? Hearing her refuse to admit it, spinning lies made people shake their heads.

Li Yifei sneered, realizing this woman used fake vases for blackmail, there was no letting off. Without waiting for Ma Jindong and others to speak, Li Yifei said first, "Governor Ma, everyone, for people like her, with such behavior, I think strict punishment is necessary. Society’s morals are corroded by people like them."

With one sentence, Li Yifei set the tone, resonating with many. For years, infuriating and frustrating news stories appeared often, making many hate but doing nothing because the party involved, perhaps an elder, was treated lightly. Actions like Wang Lizhen’s could be categorized into those relatable cases that instantly fuel anger.

Ma Jindong nodded heavily, saying, "I share the same attitude. Contact the police to handle this. We’ll postpone any inspections today and deal with this matter first. As educators, if we can’t even restrain ourselves, if we can’t control our own children, how can we educate and influence others’ children."

After the words were spoken, Wang Shoucheng felt darkness before his eyes, swaying and fainted. Pretty Boy Zhang Han also fainted; hearing the Vice Governor’s words about involving the police left no room for maneuver. No matter what happened with Wang Lizhen, once investigated, he wouldn’t escape either.