The Amazing Son In Law Chapter 62

Seeing Mr. Quinton’s arrogance, those around him held their breath, thinking that Charlie’s defiance of Young Mr. Quinton would lead to severe consequences.

Charlie, however, maintained a calm demeanor and smiled, “I see you’re also involved in the antique business. Have you ever considered what the most important aspect of this industry is?”

Mr. Quinton asked coldly, “What’s that?”

Charlie chuckled and replied, “Naturally, the most crucial thing is rules!”

He raised his voice slightly and declared, “In antiques, it’s first come, first served. I arrived first and even if you knelt before me, begging, I wouldn’t part with it. You can’t just take it by force; otherwise, you’d be breaching the rules today. Who would want to do business with you in the future? Soon enough, Young Mr. Quinton, you’d be the target of scorn, and everyone would want to chase you away!”

Once he finished, Mr. Quinton was momentarily taken aback, with a flash of anger flickering across his face.

There is indeed such a rule in the antique industry, a fact he, as a self-proclaimed refined scholar, was well aware of. If word of today’s events got out, the shop owners who usually worked with him might very well distance themselves to avoid upsetting other customers.

Mr. Quinton never expected that Charlie could humiliate him with just a few words.

He glared fiercely at Charlie, wanting nothing more than to kick him in the face.

Yet he swallowed his rage and ground out, “Country bumpkin! Do you honestly think I’m interested in your stone? I just want you to understand that antiques aren’t for everyone. You’re a poor man best to return home and tend to the fields, lest you tarnish true sophistication!”

With that, Mr. Quinton rolled up his sleeves, scowling, and raised his arm in front of Charlie, shaking it as if to flaunt. “Open your eyes and see this! This string of chicken blood jade was bought from Lingnan for 1.5 million! Have you ever seen anything this exquisite?”

The bracelet on Mr. Quinton’s wrist was translucent and gleaming red in the sunlight, stunning enough that bystanders gaped in awe.

Zachary stared at the bracelet, swallowing hard, “Wow, it really is something special!”

“Humph! Naturally!” Mr. Quinton basked in the crowd’s admiration.

Then he shot a condescending glance at Charlie, adjusted his shirt collar and revealed a gourd-shaped piece of jade hanging around his neck. “Now, take a look at this!”

“This piece of chalcedony was a coming-of-age gift from my father, the Emperor of Sui. Eighty-eight monks blessed it on an altar for 108 days! It’s worth three million! Wearing it can turn misfortune into prosperity!”

As soon as they heard about the remarkable origin of this chalcedony gourd, the crowd craned their necks to get a better look.

Zachary excitedly flared his nostrils, as if he had been hit, his eyes greedily fixed on the jade gourd, yearning to engulf it whole.

Mr. Quinton held up the jade gourd, smirking at Charlie, “The poor play with watches, while the rich play with jade. You, with your shabby clothes, think you can buy antiques? What a joke!”

He spoke mockingly and those around occasionally glanced at Charlie.

Indeed, Charlie didn’t appear wealthy at all. He wore a basic white T-shirt, jeans, and sneakers, resembling an ordinary young man.

In contrast, Mr. Quinton’s seemingly simple outfit was, in reality, quite pricey completely handmade, costing at least six figures from head to toe.

Charlie regarded Mr. Quinton’s smug demeanor, finding him laughably amusing. In truth, he wasn’t entirely wicked he was simply a foolish Young Master. So, Charlie looked at him and replied with a smile, “You consider yourself wealthy, right? That bracelet looks quite appealing, but unfortunately… it’s a counterfeit.”

Mr. Quinton was momentarily stunned before he erupted, “You’re talking nonsense! My bracelet can’t be fake.”

“If you doubt me, ask the owners of several nearby antique shops,” Charlie shrugged, adding with a knowing look, “If you have the means to dabble in antiques, you should at least know who’s in the game. A blind person insisting they know about antiques is just a target for others, not even a novice.”

Mr. Quinton seethed with anger. Realizing Charlie was ridiculing his ignorance, he declared sternly, “If my bracelet is real, you’ll kneel and admit your mistake right here on the spot. Deal?”

“Deal.” Charlie responded readily, his demeanor relaxed, “You’re quite the expert for mistaking artificial stone for genuine jade.”

Mr. Quinton flushed with embarrassment from the mockery, then turned furiously to the onlookers.

“Mr. Zeke, Mr. Lionel, can you please authenticate this bracelet? Tell me if it’s real or not.”

The two men he mentioned exchanged awkward glances.

Determining the authenticity of antiques can be offensive and they didn’t want to upset a colleague.

“Mr. Quinton, we lack the expertise to make that determination,” one of them said cautiously.

Mr. Quinton countered angrily, “Don’t think I’m unaware of your games. Just identify it for me. I won’t hold it against you whether it’s real or fake! But if you deceive me, I’ll get someone else to confirm it and I will know for sure.”

“Mr. Quinton, please don’t be upset!” they replied nervously.

Both men approached cautiously, knowing well that offending him was unwise.

With grim resolve, they took the jade bracelet and examined it closely.

A few minutes later, one of the men chuckled nervously, “Uh, Young Mr. Quinton, the young man may be correct about your bracelet… um…”

“Just say it!” Mr. Quinton shouted coldly.

The man, visibly shaken, quickly added, “Your bracelet is indeed artificial stone, not jade.”

As soon as he finished, Mr. Quinton’s expression turned ashen before flushing with rage, as if he had been stung in public. His throat bobbed violently, on the verge of exploding with anger.

The two shop owners quickly retreated back into the crowd, not daring to show themselves again.

Charlie smiled and said, “Now you believe it, right? Spending one and a half million on a string of synthetic stones. Young Mr. Quinton truly is affluent.”

“I made a mistake this time!” Mr. Quinton clenched his teeth, “It’s only one and a half million. Do you think I’m worried about that? Even if my bracelet is fake, my jade gourd is definitely real!”

Mr. Quinton was absolutely certain about this jade gourd! He had indeed consulted an expert and this gourd was a top-quality ancient jade from the Sui Dynasty!

Charlie scoffed, “You wear such a perilous item as a treasure I doubt anyone else in the world would be as foolish as you!”

“What did you say? That’s just absurd!” Mr. Quinton roared, veins bulging on his forehead.

Charlie stated calmly, “You keep such a dangerous thing close to you. You’re lucky you haven’t met a disastrous fate yet.”

Mr. Quinton appeared unhappy, but after earlier events, he couldn’t discern whether Charlie’s claims were true or false. He glared and demanded, “Why do you say that?”

“Take a good look at the shape of that jade gourd!” Charlie replied coldly, “When you collected it, didn’t you consider its actual use?”

Mr. Quinton boldly responded, “This, this is not just any piece but a coming-of-age gift from the Sui Emperor! The gourd signifies good fortune and those who appreciate jade know this well. I know more about it than you, a poor man! You know nothing!”