The Real Heiress Has an Appraisal System

"Thanks a lot," Gu Shengsheng nodded, unable to stop laughing. This young man was clearly targeting Zheng Dacheng.

The crowd was stunned, then burst into laughter...

But no one was more humiliated than Zheng Dacheng.

’Seriously...? He appraised it for ages, only to come up with *this*?’

Then Zheng Dacheng’s face darkened.

"This isn’t a real antique! Are you trying to make a fool out of me?" He was furious. "I’m a respected appraisal expert! You’re making a spectacle of me!"

"My years of accomplishments won’t be overshadowed by a single scandal today. Everyone misjudges things sometimes. Don’t come here causing trouble again!"

Every word out of his mouth was a reprimand.

He even tried to back out of paying. "The deal is off! You said it was an artifact, but this isn’t an artifact. I’m not buying this piece of junk!"

But the young man from the stall didn’t seem to care.

He said, "You think I care about this stinking money?"

As he finished speaking, a notification chimed from the phone in his hand: "You have a new food delivery order. Please process it promptly."

’Gu Shengsheng suddenly made a connection. A rich guy who also works as a delivery driver... the young man who delivers food in a luxury car?!’

The viewers in the livestream chat remembered him too.

"HOLY CRAP, it’s that rich kid who delivers food! The one who drives a Lamborghini or something for his deliveries."

"Whoa, what’s he doing here now? He must be here for revenge! It doesn’t look like he’s gotten into the antiques business."

"Yeah, he’s probably still out there crushing it in the delivery game. He must have skipped work today just to come here and deal with this ’expert.’"

"LMAO, what a coincidence! Streamer, you have to help him! I’m dying. A rich kid who’s so hardworking and loves life."

Then, the young man went on his app and said, "I’m not taking any orders for now."

Meeting Gu Shengsheng’s surprised gaze, he offered a slight smile, as if to confirm she had recognized the right person.

The young man continued, "Miss Gu is livestreaming here, and so many people are watching. If you want to go back on your word, go ahead. You’re the expert. You’re the one who’ll be disgraced."

"I just want to say, if you don’t have the skills, then don’t pretend you do. You’re just hurting people, including yourself. You’re a fraud, plain and simple. If the antiques world is full of ’experts’ like you, it’ll be ruined, won’t it?"

"Don’t worry. From now on, everyone will know you’re not an ’Expert Appraiser,’ you’re an ’Expert at Faking it.’"

Zheng Dacheng snorted. "Don’t you dare try to pin some ridiculous label on me."

"You people are shameless. A stinking delivery boy wants to step on me, too?"

"I’m an expert. An ordinary person like you can’t bring me down. Tricking me with this junk has seriously affected me. My time is billed by the minute."

"I could even sue you for emotional damages."

Gu Shengsheng stepped in front of the young man.

"Being a delivery driver is a job. What’s it to you? Who are you to look down on anyone?" She had no intention of being polite.

’When dealing with classless people, you had to be even more classless than them.’

’Otherwise, they’d forever think they could stand on their moral high horse and judge everyone else.’

"With all due respect, Expert Zheng, isn’t appraising something like this a major blunder? Instead of reflecting on your mistake, you’re blaming others. You’re really good at turning the tables on your victims."

"Heh. You think this will affect me? I’ll still have plenty of clients. I still have many customers who trust me. Around this Great Willow Tree area, no one can match my skills."

Just then, a chubby boy ran over. He got excited when he saw Zheng Dacheng. "Mr. Zheng, can you help me appraise something?"

"This is a family heirloom. I took it to one of those appraisal shows, and the guy with the hammer almost smashed it. Please, take a look at it for me, quickly."

Zheng Dacheng was delighted. Just as his reputation was being challenged, an opportunity to prove his skills had arrived.

He was too eager to think about how much of a coincidence it was.

He was too impatient, too desperate for a quick win.

So he didn’t hesitate. "Show it to me."

Gu Shengsheng added a reminder, "Messing up once can be a mistake. Messing up twice means it’s not a mistake anymore."

"Don’t you worry," he sneered. "A new-media influencer like you who got famous from livestreaming is no match for a veteran expert like me." ’This girl seemed so humble before, but now she’s so aggressive,’ he thought.

’It’s so damn annoying, her using that stupid phone to let so many people know what happened today.’

Just then, the boy took out his item. It was a longsword.

"This is Zhao Yun’s personal sword! Everyone else said it’s fake. Mr. Zheng, please take a look."

’Zheng Dacheng was inwardly speechless. ’Everything is ’freshly dug up,’ everything is a ’family heirloom,’ huh?’’

’He wasn’t going to fall for that!’

’This time, it had to be a fake, even if God himself came down and said otherwise.’

So he said, full of sympathy, "Son, I can tell this is a fake with just one glance."

"There’s no such thing as Zhao Yun’s personal sword; that’s just a baseless rumor. In fact, this sword of yours can’t even be considered an antique. It’s a modern forgery, made for fun. Got it?"

"Take it home. Put it on display as a souvenir, if you want. And you should probably read less historical fiction, you know?"

The young man froze, looking distraught.

His voice trembled. "I really thought it was real... But if everyone says it’s fake, then I guess it’s fake."

’Zheng Dacheng was quite pleased with himself. After all, calling something real was risky, but calling it a fake was risk-free.’

’Besides, who here was more of an expert than him? Who would believe anyone else’s opinion over his?’

But then Gu Shengsheng leaned in for a closer look. "I think it’s real," she said. "Look at the fretwork and the characters on it—they’re incredibly detailed. You couldn’t replicate this patina and these carvings today."

"I promised Director Gao Liu I’d acquire some artifacts. This would be the perfect piece to bring back."

Zheng Dacheng burst out laughing. "That’s definitely a fake. Let’s not even talk about the crude workmanship. I’ll eat my hat if you can sell it for more than two hundred yuan!"

"That’s hilarious. You, a little girl, are going to take it to the Beijing Museum? Do you even know Director Gao Liu? Stop putting on an act. You’re all just a bunch of bad luck. Get lost!"

Gu Shengsheng said, "This bronze sword, did it come with a scabbard? The symbols are in raised script, and the characters for ’King Zhao’ are carved on it. The bottom is engraved."

Zheng Dacheng was dumbfounded. "The characters are crooked, and they lack any artistic spirit. There’s nothing good about them. It’s a total mess, looks like they were just slapped on randomly. During our country’s ancient Bronze Age, everything was made with strict standards, especially something like Zhao Yun’s personal sword!" Saying this proved that he did, in fact, have some knowledge.

The surrounding crowd was starting to get confused. Even the livestream chat felt that Zheng Dacheng was making a pretty convincing argument.

But Gu Shengsheng remained full of confidence, as if she still had an ace up her sleeve.

"What a coincidence. It’s precisely because of these characters that I’m certain this is a genuine treasure. In that era, swords weren’t just revered by generals and nobles. Common people also dreamed of owning a sword—to punish the wicked, root out evil, and make a name for themselves."