CHAPTER 82 - STUNNED

"What did you say?"

The woman with tight jeans frowned when she heard the receptionist's words, and she was furious!

"What the hell is this thing? Does it cost seven million dollars?"

Manny Lowe was shocked. She stared at the scattered pieces on the ground, and she realized that they seemed to be authentic blue and white porcelain... this was priceless!

"It was produced in the Ming Dynasty. This is antique blue-and-white porcelain from that specific era in China." The receptionist said calmly.

"What nonsense! What blue-and-white porcelain nonsense? Do you think we don't understand such antiques? Do you want to extort money from us?" The woman with hot pants immediately screamed in anger.

She felt insulted. This was such a shabby place, it was like a cheap motel charging 100 dollars per night. And they call this a hotel? It was not even as spacious and picturesque as a farmhouse. How could there be such a valuable thing on display?

"Why didn't she say that it was worth seventy million dollars instead?" She thought sarcastically.

"Madam, please don't make a scene. The ruckus will disrupt our valued guests' stay." The receptionist frowned.

"Valued guests? How can you have VIPs in such a horrible place? You are so good at deceiving customers!" The woman with hot pants insulted the front desk lady.

"Madam, please be respectful. We treat all of our guests as distinguished customers, including the three of you."

The woman in hot pants sneered, "You think we're important? I've never met anybody more arrogant than you!"

The receptionist frowned and said, "The blue-and-white porcelain vase was made during the Ming Dynasty, and our boss shipped it here three years ago. Three years ago, he bought it for seven million dollars."

"Who would believe that it's worth that much? Why don't you say that its value is a hundred million dollars? Do you want us to bribe?" The woman with a pair of tight jeans also shouted.

"I'll give you a thousand. Charge it to my card. Hurry up!" The woman with the tight-fitting jeans once again forced the card into the front desk clerk's hand impatiently.

"Sorry, but the porcelain vase that you broke amounts to seven million dollars. If you don't believe me, you can ask an expert to have it examined," the receptionist said.

"Professionals? Have you bribed them? Perhaps you've both worked together to victimize others, haven't you? Unfortunately, I've seen too many of these tricks. You can't blackmail us with cash. If you continue to annoy me, I'll call the police. Once the authorities arrive, I'd like to see how you can still pretend." The woman with the tight-fitting jeans added in exasperation.

"Yes! You may choose to call the police," challenged the receptionist.

"Oh, so you're asking for it, aren't you? Well, I'll call them over now and sue you for this wrongful and illegal trade! I'll make the police close your business!"

"Yes, let's summon the authorities! This damned place will receive a warning! Let's see who will break down!"

The woman with tight jeans took out her mobile phone, but Manny shook her head in a hurry. "No, don't call the police first."

"If we don't call the police, they would continue to coerce others." The woman with tight-fitting jeans frowned.

"No, it looks like actual blue and white porcelain!" Manny said in a hurry.

Her husband liked antiques and had a collection of decorative vases. She distinctly remembered her husband's blue and white porcelain bowl, commonly used for eating, costing over 800,000 dollars. And that blue pattern was not as intricate as the broken vase here.

"Manny, what did you say?" The woman with tight jeans frowned.

"Manny, perhaps you got it all mixed up. In this kind of cheap hotel, even if there is such porcelain, it could easily be a knockoff. They could have quoted it as two or three thousand dollars, but she indicated seven million. This is a freaking trap!" The woman with hot pants shook her head in disbelief.

She still insisted that they were deceived. In this kind of mountain ditch, the whole house was built. She didn't know if it cost a million. How could it be possible that a decoration vase cost seven million dollars?

Did they take them as fools?

"No, my husband likes to collect antique Chinese ceramics. You should know that the blue patterns on his treasure are not as beautiful as this, and they look much worse. My husband bought it for 870,000 dollars five years ago..." Manny shook her head, and she was a little flustered.

This kind of vase was very valuable and would only be more and more expensive. Three years ago, he bought seven million dollars, and now it might be ten million dollars.

"It can't be, can it?"

The face of the woman with the tight jeans changed. She squatted down and looked at it. She picked up a piece and looked at it casually. It was very ordinary. It was just garbage. How could it be worth seven million dollars?

The woman with hot pants frowned. Manny was more knowledgeable than the two of them. She knew this. Was this thing really blue and white porcelain?

"It's impossible. This place is so cheap. How could it be so expensive?"

"Manny, call your husband," the woman with tight jeans said.

"Yes, Let's ask him first." The woman with hot pants also said.

"That's great!"

Manny quickly took out her mobile phone and called her husband.

"Hello." A man's voice came from the phone.

"Honey, I have something to ask you."

"Yes, go ahead," the man replied.

"How much would a blue-and-white porcelain vase made in the Ming Dynasty cost? You're a fan of Chinese antiques so you're the best person to ask!"

"Did you spot one?"

The man's voice was surprised. "Where did you see it? Tell me, I'll come over now."

"He sounds so excited..." The woman with tight jeans and the woman with hot pants looked at each other and had a bad feeling about this.

"I... I'm just asking, how much would it be?' Manny was also in a panic.

"It would be priceless. Three or four years ago, it cost hundreds of thousands of dollars for authentic porcelain bowls made in the Xuande year of the Ming Dynasty. How big is the vase?"

"It's as large as a child..."

"Ah, that's very valuable. According to the current market rate, it's worth at least ten million dollars. And they would be collected by some big shots who would keep them and never sells them. If you look at them carefully, if the colour quality is good, and the value is higher..." The woman with the tight jeans was so shocked, that she almost fell to the ground. What? Ten million dollars?

Manny was also so frightened that her cell phone fell to the ground.

"Hey, honey, what's wrong with you? For such a valuable thing, watch carefully when you see it. It's over if it's broken... I've got to go, the company is having a meeting..."

The phone hung up.

Manny was in disbelief!

The woman in hot pants also collapsed on the ground. How could this be possible?

The woman with tight jeans stood firm and immediately said, "How can you prove that this is an authentic antique? This place isn't even worth one million!"

The receptionist frowned and grew a little angry. "Please pay attention to your words! Our hotel is one of the most comfortable hotels within a hundred miles! You say that our hotel isn't worth one million, but you have misunderstood! The floor you are standing on now is made from mahogany wood. The cost of one square meter is three thousand dollars. There are six thousand square meters in total on the three floors of our hotel. All of them are paved with this floor, which means that the flooring costs 18 million dollars. And then there are the beds, the bathrooms, and the air conditioning,..."

"Stop, stop..." Manny sat down on the ground and her face turned pale.

"Manny, what's wrong with you? She's just bragging. The floor costs more than 10 million dollars. Who would believe it?" The woman with a pair of tight jeans helped Manny up.

"Yes, Manny, don't listen to her nonsense. How can there be such an expensive floor here in this dump?" The woman with hot pants also shook her head. She didn't believe that the flooring could be so expensive.

"Look..." Manny showed them her mobile phone.

She had checked the hotel's website and found that it was a six-star hotel!

They glanced at the page and collapsed to the ground out of fear.

"Ah, how is that possible? How could this place be a six-star hotel?" The woman with the tight jeans was so scared that her face turned pale. She felt scared more because she was the one who broke the vase!

The three women sat on the ground, stunned and scared. So, was the antique vase real? Was it really worth seven million dollars? Was it now ten million dollars or more?

"Our hotel is not rubbish. The room you're staying in is the VIP room, It costs 66,000 dollars a night, and there's also..." the receptionist spoke in detail.

The values of the items in the hotel snowballed as the receptionist explained further.

The woman with the tight jeans was totally scared out of her wits, Seven million dollars? How would she obtain the money? Although her husband owned a small company, he only earned a little more than a million dollars a year. How could she afford seven million dollars now? She would have to sell the company and even her house!

When she thought of this, she suddenly burst into tears on the ground. She would never have so much money. What should she do?