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Chapter 573 The National Treasure's Deadly Scheme!

"what?"

The people from Psion were completely dumbfounded when they heard what Li Aoxu said.

It really is a fake?

But the reporters were even more excited. Pasion was backed by the Symbian operating system, which was newsworthy.

Even a reporter from Apple Daily jumped on the bandwagon, actively digging for details: "Sir, you say you made this, what evidence do you have?"

"Of course!"

Li Aoxu took out a black bottle that looked like iodine from his pocket.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he poured some onto a dry cloth and vigorously rubbed the thick bottom of the "Yuan Dynasty Blue Glazed Pear-Shaped Pot with Straps and Ears".

The hall fell silent in unison, with only the sound of the wind whistling through the unmute microphone.

Everyone is witnessing a "miracle moment".

In fact, truly skilled craftsmen rarely make mistakes.

In less than a minute, a blurry "Li" character slowly appeared in the upper right corner of the thick bottle bottom.

That was indeed Li Aoxu's real surname.

Chen thought to himself that this "iodine bottle" was probably a kind of invisible liquid that, when applied to a specific material, could slowly reveal the marks left in the past.

There's a lot to learn about antiques.

As the character "Li" became clearer, the gasps of surprise grew louder, and John and Yang Lili's expressions grew increasingly grim.

Even the most idiot knows that no legitimate cultural relic would have such hidden marks.

Yang Lili, the traitor, was filled with hatred. "If you're going to make fake cultural relics, fine, but you had to leave a mark on them!"

Was he Song Jiang of Liangshan in his past life, with a character tattooed on his forehead?

But that wasn't the end of it. A male reporter, taking advantage of John's inattention, secretly stole the "Qianlong Famille Rose Eight Auspicious Symbols Tea Bowl" as well, and excitedly asked:

"Grandpa, is this also your work? Are there any markings on it? Could you show us another magic trick?"

"I made this too, but!"

Li Aoxu took the patterned teacup, but corrected him meticulously, saying, "Young man, this is not a prop for a stage. This is a family craft, a legacy from our ancestors, and the essence of our nation!"

"understand!"

As if sensing the lingering warmth of the kiln fire in Li Aoxu's tone, the male reporter couldn't help but feel a deep respect.

Li Aoxu stopped talking, carefully checked the bottom of the bowl, and then vigorously wiped it again.

But Yang Lili was very angry and chased after the male reporter, asking, "Why did you take things without our permission?"

"It's just a craft item, what's the rush? I'll return it to you once the inscription appears!"

The reporter bent over and pushed Yang Lili out of the way, so as not to disturb the old man's performance... showcasing his ancestors' special skills.

The mark on this bowl was probably quite shallow; with the help of the revealing potion, the character "Li" became faintly visible in less than half a minute.

"Fuck!"

John was so angry he wanted to pull out his gun and shoot Chen right there and then, for actually giving away counterfeit goods as gifts!
It was only later that they realized Hong Kong has a gun ban, and they could only glare at Chen helplessly.

So, this painstakingly planned press conference turned out to be nothing more than a display of their ignorance (the inability to recognize counterfeit goods).
Insidious (biting the hand that gave the gift back);

Stupid (spending money to hire so many reporters);

He brought this upon himself (which ironically led to the success of Su Hui and that unknown old man).

The team members pondered a solution, but after much deliberation, they concluded that "going" was the least shameful option. So, they abandoned the "artifacts" they had just carefully handled, packed up their materials, and prepared to leave the meeting room.

Yang Lili glanced at Chen, who was looking down, seemingly studying something.

Yang Lili really hoped that Chen Zhe would look over.

Although she disliked people of Asian descent, she still hoped that this young and promising domestic CEO, just like in novels, would remember her as the "smart woman" with whom he had fought several rounds.

That's just overthinking it. How could Chen possibly remember a face that looks so much like Fu Shou'er?

It's about as outrageous as the "Trump fell in love with the White House cleaning lady" story.

"What are you fiddling with?"

Zhang Zhiming also noticed that Chen Zhe kept his head down and swayed from side to side as if he were doing scientific research.

"I'm looking for it too."

Chen opened his palm, revealing the "Imperial Seal of the State": "Did Master Li leave his mark on this?"

Zhang Zhiming was both amused and exasperated: "Of course we kept it, but that's not the point. The point is that John is going to run away."

"Wow! It really is!"

Chen squinted at him, then said to the female reporter from Ming Pao next to him, "Ladies, you're just here for fun by gathering around Master Li's place, but if you catch up with John, you might be able to get some news out of him."

The Ming Pao reporter looked up and saw that several people from Psion were about to run away. She exclaimed "Oh dear!" and chased after them.
"Mr. John, I'd like to ask, will this act of repaying kindness with enmity affect the company's reputation?"

"Was the press conference a company decision or your personal decision? If it was your personal decision, will the company punish you?"

"I heard that the first Android phone is about to be released. You still have the mood to cause trouble here? Is Symbian really that confident in holding onto its throne?"

……

Hearing these blunt questions made Chen feel much better.

It turns out that Hong Kong reporters speak ill of everyone as if their mouths are poisoned.

John pushed away the annoying reporters, even though they were the ones who first instigated the crowd (reporters) to participate in the struggle.

As a result of its reactionary nature, the masses spontaneously sided with justice (Chen Zhe).

The Selected Works of Mao Zedong are truly accurate.

Just as John and the others were about to step out of the hall, Chen suddenly stood up and shouted loudly, "Wait a minute!"

This sound had a certain resonance in his chest. He wasn't one to steal the spotlight, but the next sentence had to be accompanied by a "brave and fearless" opening.

The people from Psion were indeed stunned and turned around in unison.

Reporters once again turned their cameras and microphones toward this young man who keeps a low profile domestically but is making waves abroad.

“Mr. John, the replicas of cultural relics that I presented to you are not only a gesture of goodwill, but also an opportunity to inspire cultural identity and create mutually beneficial cooperation.”

Chen, his brows furrowed with righteous indignation, said resolutely, "There's another subtle reminder: when will you return the Chinese cultural relics you stole when you were bandits?!"

“Crack, crack…”

The sound of countless camera shutters clicking captured this historic moment.

Chen had been showing off for a while, but Li Aoxu stole the show with his appearance.

Li Aoxu performed a magic trick for a long time, only to have it all stolen away by Chen's words!

After hearing Yang Lili's translation of the sentence, John turned and walked away quickly without looking back.

It felt like many years later, with all the British and American forces scrambling out of Hong Kong Island in disarray.

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