Yan Siyu was scolded by Manshu, and her face turned blue and white.
"Classmate Manshu, what you said is too much." Yan Siyu glanced at Qian Sihai, "Uncle Qian is a professor in the History Department of University C. How can he not tell whether the blue and white porcelain vase is authentic or fake?"
Manshu raised his eyebrows: "Isn't there a time when professors from the history department are blind?"
"Classmate Manshu, I know you don't like me, but there's no need to slander Uncle Qian, right?"
Yan Siyu had no idea where Yan Manshu had the confidence to challenge him.
She broke a blue and white porcelain vase valued at ten million yuan. The money she earned from gambling on stones was obviously not enough to compensate her, so what else could she be proud of?
She was indeed willing to lend money to Manshu, but she also had conditions. She wanted the house.
Yan Siyu spoke every word for Qian Sihai, and Qian Sihai naturally benefited from it.
He didn't expect the daughter of the Yan family to be so considerate.
"Since he is Siyu's classmate, then this money..." Qian Sihai wanted to say that he could pay it in installments.
Yan Siyu interrupted him: "Uncle Qian, although Manshu is my classmate, I can't let you suffer."
Qian Sihai: "..." I didn't want to suffer this loss either.
Manshu didn't even look at these two people talking to themselves.
She called the police directly.
"Yes, I suspect someone deliberately touched the porcelain..."
Manshu explained clearly to the police in a few words, and then hung up the phone.
Yan Siyu, Qian Sihai, and even the owner of Antique Beach were caught off guard.
Especially when I heard Manshu say "deliberately touching porcelain".
"Classmate Manshu, how could you call the police?"
Yan Siyu looked at Manshu accusingly.
I had already reconciled it for her, but she still wanted to call the police.
Doesn't she know that slandering someone for deliberately cheating might anger Professor Qian?
What if a family of two million is unwilling to lose it?
Manshu didn't want to talk to Yan Siyu at all, and many people around him pointed fingers at Manshu.
Especially after hearing Yan Siyu say that Qian Sihai was a professor of the History Department of University of C, I felt that Manshu wanted to evade responsibility.
Li Jiayin was still beside her, fanning the flames and admonishing Yan Siyu: "Siyu, I just said that she is a dog biting Lu Dongbin and doesn't know a good heart, so just leave her alone."
Lin Wenya also said: "Siyu, forget it, classmate Manshu may not be willing to pay such a large sum of money. When the police come, they will deal with it impartially, so we won't worry about it."
The male classmates in the next class thought this picture was wrong.
Can’t classmate Manshu suspect others of cheating?
If it were him, he would also call the police, right?
This thing is worth ten million, not one thousand.
"Classmate Manshu, do you doubt them?" The male classmate squeezed to Manshu's side and cast a vague glance at the antique stall owner.
Manshu didn't expect that there would be someone on his side at this time.
She nodded slightly.
The male classmate lowered his voice and asked, "How can I help you? Do you have any concrete evidence that someone really hit you just now?"
"Someone hit me, but that person had already taken advantage of the chaos and ran away. Qi Xiang chased after me. I don't know if she could catch him."
Manshu frowned and squatted down, trying to examine the pile of broken porcelain pieces.
"Little girl, what are you doing?" Before Qian Sihai moved, the antique stall owner became anxious and quickly reached out to stop him.
"I just want to see the legendary blue and white porcelain vase. Why are you so anxious, boss?"
Manshu didn't want to touch this thing before, this is physical evidence.
But the boss's attitude convinced her that there was something fishy about the blue and white porcelain vase.