Huo Sining raised an eyebrow: "Mr. Qiao, if you have something to say, just say it directly. There's no need to twist my meaning. I did say that learning antique appraisal requires talent, but I never said talent was more important than experience. As for whether or not I rely on my instincts for appraisals, what's the difference? Whether an antique is genuine or not is not for me to conclude. If it's real, it can't be fake; if it's fake, no matter how much it appears real, it will never be true!"
Qiao Zhenhuan set up two traps, but Huo Sining refused to fall for them. Since they had already torn off the pretense, he did not bother to beat around the bush and spoke directly, with a cold smile:
"Indeed, it's not up to you to say whether this bowl is genuine or not, and I don't think Miss Huo has the capability to determine its authenticity. Since you said it feels wrong, how about we make a bet?"
"A bet? Bet on what?" Huo Sining looked at Qiao Zhenhuan in surprise.
