I’m A Detective In The Beauty World

Looking at the evidence that O'Connor produced, Evelyn felt a little tangled in her heart. In fact, she knew what O'Connor was saying was true, but after being alone with Shay Lun just now, she had a good impression of Shay Lun, so she couldn't bear to expose Shay Lun.

O'Connor saw his wife's embarrassment and frowned, "What's wrong? Is there anything difficult to do? If you don't open your mouth, I can speak for you."

"Don't," Evelyn sighed, "It's better to ask first, and then it's not too late to make a decision."

Soon the couple returned to the box, opened the door, and saw Xie Lun sitting on the sofa, looking at the beautiful model in the clothing magazine with Erlang's legs tilted up.

O'Connor didn't talk nonsense, and threw the photo directly in front of Xie Lun, and said coldly: "Please explain."

Xie Lun took a look at the photo, and immediately laughed: "This is my idol. What? Mr. O'Connor, do you like him too?"

"Which idol is not an idol, this is the real Liu, and you are not at all." O'Connor stepped forward and asked aggressively, "Say, who are you and what do you want to get on the plane?"

Xie Lun calmly said: "You mean we call the same name? This is normal. After all, he is my idol, so I want to call him a name."

"But this is the only rich man by this name."

"Nonsense, the rich people in the East are far beyond your imagination. You can only say that there is only one who is famous and rich."

"you?"

O'Connor saw that Xie Lun refused to admit it, and suddenly became angry. Evelyn hurriedly grabbed him, sat on the sofa, organized the language, and then said: "Mr. Liu, you should know that this charity trip is very important. If it succeeds, it will have a great impact internationally. A good publicity effect may be able to encourage more people to participate in this cause and return the cultural relics lost overseas to their own countries."

Xie Lun nodded and said, "I know that it is because of your encouragement that I donated that cultural relic."

O'Connor said coldly: "But that bottle is fake, it's a fake."

"Who said that?" Xie Lun slapped the table and said angrily, "The glass bottle has been verified by multiple senior experts and is 100% authentic, and it is also a unique royal treasure. Mr. O'Connor, please pay attention to your words, if If you have no real evidence, I can sue you."

O'Connor sneered: "Okay, let's re-identify the bottle again to see if it is real."

Xie Lun took a deep look at O'Connor and nodded: "Yes, but it's true, Mr. O'Connor, what are you going to do?"

O'Connor asked without fear: "If it is fake, what should I do?"

"If it is false, then you can call the police or sue, anyway, I will do whatever you want. However, if the bottle is real, Mr. O'Connor, you need to apologize solemnly to me, and you cannot take the same flight as me. China."

Xie Lun smiled and said to O'Connor: "How is it? Mr. O'Connor, do you dare to agree?"

O'Connor stood up awkwardly and said loudly: "Who is afraid of who, I still don't believe it, can the fake become the real."

Looking at the confident Sharon, Evelyn was a little hesitation. But they had already said that, and Evelyn couldn't say anything more.

All the cultural relics have been sealed and boxed and transported into the plane. In the cargo compartment of the aircraft, looking at the wooden boxes fixed on the floor, the staff member was unhappy and said: "If you open it now and there is any damage afterwards, it has nothing to do with us."

Evelyn leaned close to O'Connor and whispered, "Are you sure of it?"

O'Connor nodded and waved to the staff: "I am responsible for any consequences. Now open this wooden box."

Now that O'Connor had said so, the staff members could not say anything more, so they untied the ropes that fastened the wooden box, and then opened the lid of the wooden box.

Inside the wooden box, there was a colorful vase that was only fifteen centimeters long. However, although it is not high, the overall color is gorgeous and gorgeous. Although the lights in the cargo compartment are dim, the bottle also appears to be extremely graceful and luxurious.

O'Connor put on his gloves, picked up the magnifying glass, and said with confidence: "I have learned anew that there is a master who specializes in firing porcelain in the East. His craftsmanship is wonderful, and the imitation porcelain bottles are even more professional. It’s hard to see the difference. But the master has a characteristic, that is, a small secret note is left on the bottom of all his works, the purpose of which is to prevent someone from mistaking the real."

As he said, he carefully reached out and picked it up, and said in a deep voice: "Now I only need to check the bottom of the bottle to know whether this bottle is true or not."

Evely glanced at Xie Lun nervously, Xie Lun looked very calm, even yawned, and lazily said: "Since you know so well, what did you do during the previous appraisal?"

O'Connor said in a huff: "I didn't know this at the time, so I was fooled by you, but now, you can't fool us."

He leaned down and looked at it carefully, but as time went by, O'Connor's complexion got worse and worse, and finally beads of sweat ooze out on his forehead.

Xie Lun said lazily: "Mr. O'Connor, it's been ten minutes, haven't you found that secret note?"

"Impossible, there must be, there must be, how can I not find it..."

O'Connor murmured. At this time, I don't know if it was due to slippery hands, nervousness, or other reasons. The glass bottle suddenly slipped from O'Connor's hand, and fell to the ground in the horrified eyes of everyone. Go down.

Fortunately, Xie Lun rushed over at the very close of the fight and hugged the glass bottle in his arms. He climbed up cautiously, looked left and right, and after confirming that the bottle was not damaged at all, Xie Lun breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mr. O'Connor, what do you mean?" Xie Lun yelled, "If you have personal opinions on me, you can come to me and don't take these cultural relics."

O'Connor opened his mouth and stammered: "I... I didn't mean it..."

"Isn't it intentional? Are you still intentional?" Xie Lun looked at Evelyn again and said angrily, "Captain Evelyn, if this is the professional quality of your organization, then I'm sorry, I quit."

"No, Mr. Liu, please believe us, this is definitely an accident, and I promise that this kind of thing will never happen again in the future." Evelyn hurriedly reassured: "Now to be on the safe side, let's put the bottle in it. Put it in a wooden box and seal it up again, okay?"

Xie Lun, who was directing all this in secret, would naturally not really leave, just staring at O'Connor with enthusiasm. Evelyn stepped forward, with a few soft words of comfort, and helped a piece to put the bottle in the wooden box and let the staff re-fix and seal it.

After leaving the shipping compartment, Xie Lun said in a huff: "Although I can assume that this incident has never happened, I cannot forgive Mr. O'Connor. He not only slandered my personal reputation, but even almost damaged an invaluable cultural relic. .so……"

O'Connor raised his hand and said weakly: "Okay, you don't need to say, I know what you mean. I won't take this plane anymore, I will take the next plane to China, OK?"

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