Chapter 21

In comparison, Ye Weilin actually preferred to believe Cao Yuande's words, but Cao Yuande had always been a staunch supporter of Yang Bo. The two of them opposing together made Ye Weilin suddenly lose confidence.

"Xiao Yang, what do you think?" Ye Weilin felt that it was too difficult to extract Cao Yuande's words, so he decided to ask Yang Bo first.

Yang Bo did not hide much, "It's a strange feeling. Actually, the overall shape of this porcelain is beautiful, but when you look at each part in detail, it feels extremely precise, almost to the extreme!"

"Precision? Shouldn't precision be normal?" Ye Weilin questioned.

"Precision is normal, but when it reaches a certain level, it seems more like a deliberate imitation!" Cao Yuande interjected.

After saying that, Cao Yuande looked at Yang Bo again, "What did you find? Just say it!"

Yang Bo was taken aback for a moment but was not too surprised. He had guessed that Cao Yuande would push him forward, "I think this plum vase might be pieced together!"

"How is it pieced together?" Cao Yuande asked again.

"New bottle body, old bottle bottom!" Yang Bo's answer was concise.

"Pieced together?" Ye Weilin finally chimed in, his tone filled with surprise. He had not expected such a situation to arise.

Cao Yuande nodded, "I have the same judgment. The inscription on the bottom of this plum vase is definitely correct, but this powdered enamel and blue-and-white material does indeed appear too vivid, which is not in line with the style of the Yongzheng era. When I saw it earlier, the inscription on the bottom of the bottle gave me a lot of trouble, and I couldn't figure it out until Yang Bo reminded me!"

Cao Yuande was very honest and direct, even mentioning that Yang Bo had reminded him.

Ye Weilin was already somewhat convinced but still asked, "Are there any other signs? I can't just return this plum vase without any evidence, can I?"

"Get a flashlight!" Yang Bo said.

"Go quickly!" Ye Weilin kicked Luo Yaohua and glared at him.

"Okay, right away!" Luo Yaohua ran towards the living room.

Cao Yuande looked at Yang Bo, not knowing what he was going to do.

Soon, Luo Yaohua ran back, out of breath, and handed the flashlight to Yang Bo without saying a word.

Yang Bo shone the small flashlight into the interior of the plum vase. The inside was originally dark, but under the light, the white glaze was crystal clear.

Cao Yuande leaned in to look and saw a ring of white glaze piled up where the bottle body and the bottom met, like a welding mark. Cao Yuande looked up at Yang Bo, shocked. He had only thought that Yang Bo had some talent and had studied a lot in the field of appraisal but lacked experience. He never expected that Yang Bo would so quickly颠覆 his perception!

Ye Weilin leaned in to see the inside of the bottle and was also taken aback. His face turned red, "From the outside, it really is seamless!"

After saying that, he didn't wait any longer. Ye Weilin hugged the plum vase and walked out, "Professor Cao, Brother Yang, please wait a moment. I need to go settle the accounts first!"

"Luo Yaohua, take good care of these two gentlemen!" Ye Weilin's tone was no longer as friendly when he spoke to Luo Yaohua.

Luo Yaohua responded and sat down next to the two.

After a short while, Yang Bo seemed to remember something and said to Luo Yaohua, "Young Master Luo, I need to go back home!"

"Go back?" Luo Yaohua asked, also realizing that this had been previously agreed upon.

Cao Yuande smiled, "Since Young Friend Yang has something to attend to, I won't wait. I'll go home and wait for the news."

Cao Yuande left, and Yang Bo nodded to Luo Yaohua and followed him out.

Luo Yaohua followed behind, "Brother Yang, go slowly. I'll follow you!"

...

The closer to home, the more anxious one becomes, and one dares not ask the people coming.

Yang Bo had not been home for a long time and was now feeling nervous.

Soon, the car stopped outside the small town. They found a place to park, and Luo Yaohua asked Yang Bo, "Do you need my help?"

Yang Bo thought that the persuasion should not be difficult, so he was not too concerned, "No need."

Luo Yaohua was about to leave but remembered Ye Weilin's instructions and thought that he might need Yang Bo's help in the future. He locked the car and followed Yang Bo in.

As Yang Bo got closer, he heard a commotion. Crying and scolding mixed together, and the voices gradually became clear, revealing his mother's voice!

Yang Bo quickly ran to the door and saw several burly men surrounding his front door. The men in the hallway were muscular, with tattoos covering their backs and waists, looking extremely fierce!

He heard his parents' scolding voices.

"Are you trying to rob us? You can't come into our house. If Yang Lang caused trouble, go find him for the money, he doesn't give us any money!"

"I'm an old man, almost dead. If you come in and something happens to me, I want to see how many mouths you have to explain it!"

"Debts must be repaid, and it's only your son's fault for being a good-for-nothing, owing the casino 300,000! We're just the advance team; more people will come to collect the debt in the future!"

...

Hearing the abuse and arguments outside the door, Yang Bo's heart sank, feeling an ominous premonition.

"Move aside, let me through!" Yang Bo pushed through the burly men.

When he reached the door, his mother was first taken aback, then burst into tears, "Xiao Bo, you're back!"

"This is Yang Lang's brother. We heard he made a fortune outside and can't let him escape!" The leading burly man shouted.

Yang Bo was taken aback and hadn't figured out the situation when his mother pulled him inside.

His mother's face was filled with extreme joy as she examined Yang Bo up and down. After a moment, her eyes turned red, "You've lost weight!"

...

"Mom, what's going on?" Yang Bo couldn't help but ask.

His mother's face turned sour, "What else? It's that scoundrel, gambling outside. He came home once recently and told us that he had lost the 200,000 yuan he was supposed to use for your father's medical treatment, and he even owes the casino 300,000 yuan!"

Yang Bo's face turned ashen, "Mom, what did you just say? He lost the 200,000 yuan I sent home for Dad's medical treatment? And he owes 300,000 yuan in debt outside?"

His mother was slightly taken aback and said angrily, "He really deserves to die. I was foolish to entrust the money to him!"

Yang Bo's face was stern, "Where is Yang Lang?"

"He disappeared after he came back that day!" His mother seemed to have found a pillar of support, and her voice was tinged with sobs.

"Don't cry, I'm not dead yet!" His father pounded on the security door, furious.