Chapter: 6315

Zhang Er Mi chuckled and came to stand before Xiao Changkun, sitting down on the chair in front of his desk.

After he sat down, he couldn't help but ask curiously, "Xiao Vice-Chairman, there are so many workstations outside, why aren't there any people?"

Xiao Changkun quickly lowered his voice and said, "Don't call me Xiao Vice-Chairman, just call me Xiao!"

Zhang Er Mi chuckled to himself and then said, "There's no one else here, don't worry about it. Besides, I think you'll eventually get rid of this vice-chairman title anyway."

Xiao Changkun pretended to be modest and said, "That can't be said. Before the formalities are completed, I am still the vice-chairman, and I cannot overstep my bounds!"

As he spoke, Xiao Changkun tapped his desk and opened his mouth to say, "You were just wondering why there are many empty workstations outside, weren't you?"

Zhang Er Mi nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, yes."

Xiao Changkun stretched lazily and laughed, saying, "This is where the painting association thrives. Everyone has no pressure, and we don't have excessive demands on our employees. They can come whenever they feel like it, whether it's early morning or afternoon. As for me, I don't usually stay here often. In the past, I loved to visit the senior university to chat and play cards. But now, I've lost interest in it since there hasn't been a new project to keep me occupied."

As he spoke, Xiao Changkun waved his hand restlessly: "Forget about that. Get boring quickly. Let's talk about your project. How do you plan on doing it?"

Zhang Er Mi smiled and said hastily, "I went to the antique street today to inquire. Surname Zhou is coming back this time with a total of tens of thousands of dollars. If we let him get beaten up or lose all that money, he'll be finished. Not only will he lose his face, but he'll also have to roll away from the antique street again in the future. At that time, your enemy will have been avenged!"

As soon as Xiao Changkun heard these words, he was suddenly stirred up.

Yesterday, my daughter and Ye Chen were saying that beating someone up was possible, and I myself am a deputy general secretary of the Calligraphy Association and a strong competitor for the next president. If I get caught for beating someone or hiring thugs to hurt them, the Calligraphy Association would definitely be ruined.

But Zhang Er Mi's plan is much better. Not only do I not have to take any responsibility, but it also causes greater harm to Zhou Liangyuan!

Even if I were to punch him in the face, it wouldn't make sense. Watching him lose everything and his reputation destroyed, that would be a sweet revenge.

Thinking about this, he immediately asked Zhang Er Mi, "Is there something that can guarantee surname Zhou will definitely get hurt?"

Zhang Er Mi hesitated and said, "Xiao Changkun, I can't guarantee anything that can ensure surname Zhou gets hurt. However, I can find someone who specializes in swindling people."

Xiao Changkun was curious and asked, "What do you mean by someone who specializes in swindling people?"

Zhang Er Mi explained, "There are many fake goods in the antique industry. Street vendors sell antiques, lying that they're from ancient times or just excavated from construction sites. These are low-level scams targeting amateur collectors. Some people specialize in creating high-quality fake goods to deceive collectors of some standing."

As he spoke, Zhang Er Mi continued, "These experts' craftsmanship is extremely realistic. They usually find something from the Qing dynasty and then modify it to match the characteristics of that era. For example, they might use a ceramic piece from the Qing dynasty and pretend it's from the Song or Ming dynasties, turning a few thousand yuan into tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands."

Zhang Er Mi's eyes lit up as he continued, "The most formidable ones are those who specialize in creating fake ceramics that mimic the real thing. There was once a collector who was swindled out of a billion yuan with such a fake vase!"

Zhang Er Mi's brow furrowed as he went on, "Xiao Changkun, you think about it. If we can find something like this and take it to Zhou Liangyuan's shop, offering him tens of thousands of yuan for it. When he sees it, oh boy! He'll at least think it's worth hundreds of thousands or even a million yuan. And then we can find a way to spread the news that it's fake. Won't he just get his hands chopped off?"

Xiao Changkun nodded and said with a smile, "Get his hands chopped off is good! Get his blood drained away! What a bunch of crap! Who would have thought when I got beaten up that I'd be in this position today?"

As he spoke, he quickly asked again: "Ah, Qiu Mao, are we really going to do this... isn't it illegal?"

"What law?" Zhang Er Mi laughed. "The antique trade never promises authenticity, and neither do international auctions. What's more, private transactions in the community? It's all about buying and selling with no guarantees."

"Good good good!" Xiao Changkun asked again: "Can we really pull this off?" JrNovels.com