Tang Qizheng's voice was low, and amidst the commotion, the others hardly noticed.
Someone held a mobile phone and immediately hit the call button. They had arranged everything in advance; as soon as the call went through, there was no need to wait for a connection—help would immediately be on its way.
Meanwhile, the questioning voices continued to ferment...
"Mr. Qin, are you joking with us, asking us to come here just to watch you put on a show?"
"Treating others like fools isn't fun, just look at this beast-head agate cup. Look... the internet says the real thing is in the Kyoto Museum!"
"If you ask me, it's uncertain how many genuine items there are in this whole shop."
"Damn, I just paid for a Qing dynasty brush pot!"
The pressure was overwhelming.