Shen Xiang whispered reproachfully, "You're really foolish. With your granduncle's big birthday celebration, people from almost half of the influential families will be there. As Shen Jun's younger brother, if I gift him something cheap, where will I put my face?"
Shen Qingxue fell silent and then suddenly had an idea, "Grandpa, we can give him a counterfeit! After all, he won't be able to authenticate it. We can get a high-quality imitation from an antique shop, and he won't be able to tell. We can just say we bought it for millions from an auction house, and he won't know the difference."
Shen Xiang pondered, a little worried, "What if we get caught?"
"As long as we give it to him, does it matter if he discovers it? Besides, if you're really worried, on the day of the celebration, we can create an accident and drop the fake item. Then, there will be no evidence left," Shen Qingxue said with a smug smile.
Shen Xiang smiled happily, "You're truly clever."