"Please, Manager, take a look at this for me and appraise its value," Ruo Li said as she unwrapped the yellow silk encasing the ancient book, revealing its true face.
Fu Qingdong immediately donned gloves and then put on his reading glasses that hung around his neck. He carefully picked up the ancient book from the table, studying it from the cover to the pages within, and then back again, looking it over repeatedly for quite a while.
Ruo Li and Jiang Xiaobai waited silently, without rushing him. Jiang Xiaobai picked up the tea cup, sipping tea while discreetly observing Fu Qingdong's expressions.
This old manager was a veritable Buddha on the street of antiques in the provincial capital. If it was a counterfeit, he could tell at a glance and would never spend so much time on it.
"Could it be that the silly girl really found something good at the train station?" Jiang Xiaobai thought to himself, having noticed something telling in Fu Qingdong's expression.
