The Personal Bodyguard of the Female CEO

Chapter 1972 - 1970: Is It Fake?

"I just saw... could it be..." Many people realized.

Before Luo Qingcheng went up, the muscular man was standing tall and proud, but after she left, he seemed completely subdued.

You can instantly guess what happened.

Next, someone brought out a Luminous Pearl, ambergris, agarwood... and other rare treasures.

But none of them caught Luo Qingcheng’s eye.

"You’re all so unsophisticated. For a beauty like Miss Qingcheng, who possesses both unrivaled looks and talent, only this can be worthy of her!" A middle-aged man presented an ancient painting.

"This is the genuine work ’The Eighteen True Scrolls’ by the Ming dynasty painter, master Wu Bin. I hope Miss Qingcheng will like it," the middle-aged man introduced with a smile.

"My gosh, it’s ’The Eighteen True Scrolls’! A few years ago, this was auctioned for as high as 169 million, and now it’s likely worth even more!"

Many people gasped in amazement.

These people have indeed gone mad for Luo Qingcheng.

They’ve brought out such rare treasures.

As the saying goes, gold is priced, but jade is priceless.

Yet, no matter how good a piece of jade is, the world cannot have only one.

As for calligraphy and paintings, these are rare works of ancient masters, if genuine, they are truly priceless.

With time, such ancient calligraphy and paintings will only appreciate in value.

If this ’The Eighteen True Scrolls’ is genuine, its value now would surely surpass the 169 million from a few years ago, possibly exceeding 300 million!

Previously, Qu Mubai bid two billion, with almost no one countering, and now someone has presented a scroll potentially worth three billion.

Moreover, the person wasn’t even sitting in a private box; it seems true experts are among the common folk.

But no matter how beautiful a woman is, beauty fades eventually, using a piece of increasingly valuable ancient art for a night with Luo Qingcheng seems utterly unwise.

Facing such rare treasures, even the emcee accustomed to hosting auctions swallowed hard.

Her gaze at Luo Qingcheng was filled with envy.

How can the difference be this large among women?

Although she is also very pretty, she loses her charm entirely in Luo Qingcheng’s presence.

Luo Qingcheng stood up personally as well.

For a woman like her, money is secondary; such cultural artifacts can pique her interest much more.

If this ancient painting is genuine, perhaps it could indeed attract her.

However, after inspecting the scroll for a few seconds, Luo Qingcheng regretfully shook her head.

"What? Could even such a precious ancient painting not move Miss Qingcheng?" The middle-aged man’s expression changed.

Usually, he would never bring out this valuable painting.

However, under the influence of the atmosphere and the seductive allure of Luo Qingcheng, he did something so reckless.

But Luo Qingcheng shook her head.

Even if it’s worth three billion, no matter how beautiful she is, she’s merely a courtesan—how could she be so arrogant?

Luo Qingcheng whispered, "While ’The Eighteen True Scrolls’ is indeed invaluable, unfortunately, this is a counterfeit."

"What!" At her words, the entire room burst into uproar.

To know that, even those sitting in ordinary seats are dignitaries, in such a setting, no one would dare bring counterfeit goods, or they would certainly be ridiculed.

Luo Qingcheng’s words were a stinging slap to the middle-aged man, whose face immediately grew extremely dour.

"Luo Qingcheng, you can eat recklessly, but don’t speak recklessly. This ’The Eighteen True Scrolls’ was something I acquired at auction for 169 million, it can’t possibly be fake. You’ve slandered me, and I need an explanation!" the middle-aged man exclaimed angrily.

Facing the man’s domineering aggression, Luo Qingcheng remained calm and chuckled lightly, "If I say it’s fake, then it’s fake!"

"You!" The middle-aged man almost exploded in rage.

You’re just a courtesan, not a master appraiser, how dare you be so confident.

"Miss Qingcheng, why do you say this painting is fake?" the emcee asked curiously.

After all, these kinds of incidents are extremely rare in such settings; these powerful figures are not to be trifled with, if pursued, even Subverting State and City cannot handle.

Luo Qingcheng maintained a calm expression and said, "Because this painting is an imitation."

"Imitation? Impossible! This has been personally verified by numerous master appraisers; it absolutely cannot be an imitation. Luo Qingcheng, you had better be responsible for what you say! You should understand my influence; shutting down Subverting State and City is no difficult feat for me!" The middle-aged man’s face grew even colder.

"Could it be him..." At this moment, someone seemed to recognize the middle-aged man’s identity.

"If it’s him, he definitely has the power to shut down Subverting State and City."

"Taking out ’The Eighteen True Scrolls,’ looks like it’s definitely him..."

A wave of whispers arose in the audience.

Although the identity of the middle-aged man wasn’t explicitly mentioned, just from the discussion, it could be inferred that he was an influential figure in Jiangdu City, someone even Subverting State and City couldn’t afford to provoke.

"Now, are you still saying it’s fake?" the middle-aged man asked Luo Qingcheng, squinting.

Luo Qingcheng’s gaze remained fearless as she met his eyes, then she responded neither humbly nor arrogantly, "This scroll is indeed a fake!"

"Then you better provide evidence for your claim, otherwise, the consequences are not something you can bear!" The middle-aged man’s face was dark with anger.

Luo Qingcheng calmly nodded, then addressed the audience, "The reason why I say this painting is fake is because it’s an imitation."

"Miss Qingcheng, why are you so certain this painting is an imitation?" someone in the audience asked.

Sometimes, even imitations can pass for the real thing, fooling many master appraisers.

But Luo Qingcheng is just a woman of the night, does she truly possess such keen discernment?

However, given that Luo Qingcheng knew the man’s identity yet was so confident, she must have some certainty.

Wang Dadong turned his head to look at Yanyu and found her expression exceedingly calm, quickly remarking, "Senior sister, I know that man, if you offend him, your Subverting State and City might genuinely struggle to stay open. Aren’t you worried at all?"

Yanyu smiled faintly, "Don’t worry, Qingcheng won’t be wrong."

Wang Dadong was speechless; does Yanyu have such confidence in Luo Qingcheng?

If Luo Qingcheng made a mistake, her actions would undoubtedly bring disaster to Subverting State and City.

Seeing everyone curiously watching her, Luo Qingcheng finally slowly opened her mouth and said, "I am so sure this painting is an imitation because this imitated ’The Eighteen True Scrolls’ was created by myself."

"What!" Her words stirred the auction site into another uproar.