What kind of forces were they, running a forgery factory on such a scale?
In this Jiangnan City, only one of those three powers could possess such a vast influence, so Ye Fan's brow was tightly furrowed.
"What are you spacing out for? Damn it, hurry up and get to work. I don't keep freeloaders here."
The manager from behind stepped forward, intending to lay hands on Ye Fan.
Seeing this, Ye Fan suddenly turned, fixing his gaze on the manager.
"Your forgery methods are so crude. Are you sure these fakes can be sold?"
The manager, a portly man, had just lifted his foot, but upon hearing Ye Fan's words, he paused, slowly lowering it.
"What the hell do you mean by that?"
Clearly, he was taken aback by Ye Fan's question.
He had initially seen someone on the verge of death on the road and thought he'd bring him back to the factory as a free laborer. He hadn't expected this kid to be so peculiar.
Ye Fan, with a somber expression and a frown, said,
"I understand some knowledge of antique forgery, so I can help you improve the quality of these antiques, making them high-quality replicas close to the originals."
Ye Fan spoke in a deep voice. This was the only way he could think of to leave this place as quickly as possible.
He had gone to Tianbao Pavilion late at night without alerting anyone. Therefore, with his disappearance, the outside world must be in a state of utter chaos.
He didn't know how many people were searching for him, both openly and covertly.
Thus, Ye Fan had to leave here as soon as possible.
His greatest worry was the Feng family's affairs. If he were to be absent for too long, the situation outside might change at any moment.
Once problems arose, all his previous efforts might be in vain.
Hearing Ye Fan's words, the portly man's mouth twitched.
The fakes they produced were indeed very poor. He knew this better than anyone.
The boss above had criticized them multiple times and even warned that if their craftsmanship didn't improve, he would be the one to face the consequences.
Therefore, the portly man had been very frustrated lately. However, craftsmanship wasn't something that could be improved on demand. Moreover, he didn't have any senior appraisers here, only two Level Two appraisers. With them, improving their craftsmanship was simply a pipe dream.
Thus, the portly man thought that if quality was insufficient, they would make up for it with quantity. As long as the quantity was large enough, he could at least placate the boss.
But now, someone claimed they could help improve the quality. This was akin to timely help in need.
However, the portly man was no fool. How old was the young man before him?
How could he possibly be a senior appraiser?
He raised his hand and swung it towards Ye Fan.
Fortunately, Ye Fan was prepared and dodged the blow by shaking his head.
But the manager's curses followed: "Damn it, do you take me for an idiot? You, helping me improve my craftsmanship? What kind of trash are you?"
Knowing that the portly man didn't believe him, Ye Fan remained unperturbed. Instead, he stared into the manager's eyes and said indifferently, "I can do it. You'll know if you try. If I fail, you can do whatever you want with me."
He couldn't gauge the portly man's thoughts or understand his personality in such a short time, but after saying this, most people would hesitate. This was his opportunity.
As Ye Fan had predicted, after hearing his words, the portly man froze for a moment.
Ye Fan's expression was calm, and his gaze sincere, not like he was lying.
Moreover, he had fallen into his hands now, and his life and death were under his control. If he dared to deceive him, it would be equivalent to seeking death.
He didn't believe anyone could be indifferent to life and death.
"Damn it, I'll believe you for now. However, before we try, I still need to test you to see if you truly have this ability."
Saying this, he pointed at the middle-aged man and said, "Take him with me to the appraisal platform."
With that, he turned and led the way out of the warehouse.
Only then did Ye Fan's hanging heart finally settle.
His actions just now were purely a gamble. If he had failed, the consequences would have been unimaginable, especially since he was seriously injured and couldn't withstand any fighting.
Fortunately, he had won the gamble.
The middle-aged man, however, showed no excitement. Instead, his gaze towards Ye Fan was filled with concern.
After watching the portly man leave, he lowered his voice.
"Young man, this is not a place for messing around. If you don't have absolute confidence, you might lose your life."
He had seen too many conceited individuals who claimed to understand antiques but ended up being beaten to death by the portly man.
And Ye Fan was so young, how could he possibly understand so much?
Ye Fan smiled slightly, "No need to be afraid, elder brother. Just watch from the side. I will lead you out of this suffering."
This middle-aged man was kind and had reminded Ye Fan of his goodwill multiple times. Therefore, in Ye Fan's heart, he had already accepted him. Naturally, when he escaped, he would take this middle-aged man with him.
Seeing Ye Fan's face filled with a confident smile, the middle-aged man's lips moved, but he swallowed the words that were about to be spoken.
Since he had said so, what else could he say?
In any case, he had said all he could. If Ye Fan didn't heed his advice, no one could help.
With a sigh of resignation, he then helped Ye Fan out of the warehouse.
Compared to the hundreds of square meters of the warehouse, this so-called appraisal platform was much more modest, only a few dozen square meters. In the room, there was an appraisal table, and beside it, rows of display shelves holding various items. Each item was numbered, with a brief description below.
Ye Fan scanned the items and found that more than half of them were high-quality replicas.
It seemed that the appraisers' abilities here were indeed very ordinary.
No wonder the quality of the fakes produced by the factory was so poor. Forging replicas to create fakes, it would be strange if the quality were high.
"Old Wang, Old Li, pick out a few items to be replicated today and let this kid see if they are real or fake."
The portly man said carelessly.
Hearing the portly man's words, the two middle-aged men immediately frowned, especially the older one, who snorted coldly.
"Chen Fatty, do you think we're too idle? Are you here to mess with us? He's just a kid who hasn't even grown proper hair yet, what does he know? You actually brought him here yourself for us to inspect? Are you out of your mind?"
The middle-aged man berated Chen Fatty fiercely.
The originally arrogant Chen Fatty, instead of getting angry at such an insult, chuckled.
"Old Wang, don't be angry. Aren't I also anxious? The delivery date is fast approaching, but there isn't a single item that meets the standard in one of our warehouses. I'm just trying anything, even if it's desperate. If this kid truly has the skill to solve our urgent problem, wouldn't that be a windfall?"