Divine Eye Appraisal: Starting with a Lucky Pickup of a Beautiful CEO's Family Heirloom

Wen Zhaoye stood across the long table and turned to page 37 of the black leather ledger.

He pointed to the words "Zhou Guilan, Bracelet, 280,000" and looked up into Qian Bohong's eyes.

"This transaction happened three years ago. The so-called old mine glass-type jadeite bracelet I sold to my grandmother cost me two hundred, but it was actually a B-grade product."

There was a two-second silence in the hall.

Wen Zhaoye opened the appendix of the ledger, pulled out a piece of paper, and held it up for everyone to see clearly—it was a copy of Bao Dequan's handwritten purchase record, which clearly stated "Imitation of old pit glass type B-grade goods—purchase price 200—selling price 28".

The remarks column contained two words: "Master Qian".

Wen Zhaoye placed the paper on the table and continued, "During the interrogation, Bao Dequan confessed that all transactions marked with the code name 'Master Qian' were counterfeit goods. The source of the goods came from the provincial capital, and the contact person's surname was Qian."

He paused, then looked at Qian Bohong: "Director Qian, your surname is Qian, and your cousin is named Qian Yunlai. Bao Dequan's account book says 'Master Qian.' A coincidence?"

Qian Bohong's lips twitched slightly.

His fingers stopped on the table, neither tapping nor moving, just frozen there.

"Mr. Wen, are you accusing me?" Qian Bohong's voice remained gentle, but anyone could hear the tension beneath. "It's not an accusation."

Wen Zhaoye said, "It's stating the facts."

He opened the ledger, flipped to a few more pages, and arranged the twelve sheets of paper on the table.

"These are the transaction records of the three antique shops under Director Qian's name over the past three years, totaling twelve high-priced items, all of which have discrepancies between the materials and the descriptions. One of them, a Ming Dynasty huanghuali brush pot, sold for three times its market price."

He turned to the last page and pointed to the authentication section: "The buyer is Lin Boyuan. The signature in the authentication section reads 'Qian Bohong,' which is highly consistent with the handwriting of 'Master Qian' on the ledger."

He put down the ledger, his voice calm yet firm: "Director Qian, you've been whitewashing the Lin family for three years. Bao Dequan is just the last pawn in your chain."

"You're blacklisting me today not because I broke the rules, but because I'm blocking your path to wealth."

The hall fell completely silent.

In the audience, some people took out their phones, while others whispered to the people next to them. The camera was still recording, the red dot flashing on and off.

Qian Bohong tapped his fingers three times on the table.

Then he slowly lowered it. His lips moved, but he didn't speak.

The head of the review panel took off his reading glasses, looked at the documents on the table, and remained silent for a long time.

He looked up at Qian Bohong: "Director Qian, what do you say about this evidence?"

Qian Bohong did not answer.

He sat in the chair, his expression still composed, but his hands under the table were clenched into fists.

The head of the review panel glanced at him, then turned to Wen Zhaoye: "Mr. Wen, the association needs time to verify your evidence."

"Okay," Wen Zhaoye said, "but the ban must be lifted first."

The head of the review panel was silent for a few seconds, then said, "The ban is temporarily lifted."

Qian Bohong turned his head sharply to look at the team leader: "Old Zhou—" "Enough." The team leader interrupted him, "Director Qian, you were the one who proposed this hearing today. Now the evidence is right here, how can I protect you?"

Qian Bohong sat in the chair without saying a word.

The two students on the review panel exchanged a glance; one lowered his head, while the other pretended to look at the documents.

In the audience, some people began packing their belongings, while others stood up to leave. Qian Bohong slowly stood up and looked at Wen Zhaoye.

His gaze was like a knife.

"Young man, you've won," he said, his voice soft but every word barbed. "But you haven't quite hit rock bottom in this provincial capital." He turned and walked toward the door.

He stopped at the door, glanced back at Wen Zhaoye, and said, "The 280,000 yuan your grandmother received wasn't from me. It was from the Lin family." He pushed open the door and walked out.

The hall erupted in a flurry of discussion.

The head of the review panel took off his reading glasses, rubbed his temples, and then looked at Wen Zhaoye: "Mr. Wen, the association will carefully verify your evidence. The ban has been lifted, and you can operate normally now."

Wen Zhaoye nodded, bent down and put the account books and documents into the canvas bag.

He straightened up and looked at the last row of the audience seats.

Yu Tinglan sat there, her fingers resting on her knees.

She looked at Wen Zhaoye with surprise, admiration, and something else she couldn't quite put her finger on.

Wen Zhaoye didn't say anything, just nodded, then slung the canvas bag over his shoulder and turned to walk towards the door.

He pushed open the door; the corridor was empty, and Qian Bohong's figure had already disappeared around the corner of the stairs. He stood at the entrance of the lobby, looking at the gray sky of the provincial capital, and took a deep breath.

The hearing was won.

But the real storm has only just begun.

He took out his phone and sent a message to Qin Fei: "The ban has been lifted. Qian Bohong said that the money Grandma received was from the Lin family." After sending the message, he put his phone back in his pocket and walked towards the stairs.

Footsteps echoed down the corridor behind me.

Yu Tinglan chased after him and stood beside him: "Are you alright?"

"It's alright," Wen Zhaoye said, continuing down the path.

Yu Tinglan stood beside him, remained silent for a few seconds, and then asked, "Do you believe what Qian Bohong said?"

"I only believe it halfway," Wen Zhaoye said. "The Lin family definitely received money, but Qian Bohong is also involved."

He paused, walked to the top of the stairs, and glanced back at Yu Tinglan: "Help me check the Lin family's transfer record of 280,000 yuan three years ago."

Yu Tinglan nodded: "I'll have someone investigate."

Wen Zhaoye didn't say anything and continued walking down.

Stepping out of the antique association's gate, he stood in the provincial capital's sunshine, gazing at the bustling traffic in the distance.

My phone vibrated.

Qin Fei replied, "Okay. I also found something—Lin's Culture had an expenditure of 280,000 yuan three years ago, with the note 'jade purchase'."

Wen Zhaoye stared at his phone screen, his finger hovering over it. Three years ago.

The same year Grandma bought the bracelet.

The Lin family paid 280,000 yuan.

He looked up at the hazy sky over the provincial capital, and a thought crossed his mind. Bao Dequan was just a link in a chain.

Qian Bohong is another link in the chain. The Lin family is the other end of the chain.

He closed his phone, put it back in his pocket, and then walked towards the train station.

The wind from the provincial capital blew against his face, carrying the smell of dust and exhaust fumes. He touched the family photo in the pocket of his wallet, pressing his finger along the edge of the photo.

Then he quickened his pace.

The matter is not over yet.