As long as the Jade Pendant could be made within the specified ti, Victor Grant couldn’t care less about who it really was. He quickly set up a ti and place with the person and drove over.
The other party was a lean middle-aged man, who appeared to be quite ordinary. Since they were going to et his master, Victor Grant didn’t pay much attention to this person.
He introduced himself as Samuel Zimrman, who had so notoriety in the field of ancient artifact forgery. Victor Grant looked at him with disdain and didn’t say a word, thinking to himself that being known for forgery was shaless enough. If it weren’t for the necessity of employing such individuals, he wouldn’t have interacted with them in his lifeti.
Under Samuel Zimrman’s guidance, Victor Grant drove his car into a very old alley on the outskirts of the city. The environnt here retained the aura of the seventies and eighties, with blue bricks and red tiles, which had a distinct charm.
However, because this alley was quite old, not many people lived here. As they drove through, there were only two or three households that seed inhabited.
They drove to the deepest part of the alley, and Samuel Zimrman pointed to an old house with two pairs of stone lions in front and said to Victor Grant, "This is where my master lives."
Victor Grant said nothing. He followed Zimrman and got out of the car, walking straight to the door, which was a black lacquered wooden door. Its weight gave off a sense of oppression that made Victor feel a bit uneasy.
Samuel Zimrman knocked lightly at the door, and an elderly voice ca from inside, "Who is it?"
"Master, it’s . I’ve brought soone over."
As Zimrman spoke, he pushed open the wooden door and led Victor Grant into the small courtyard.
The courtyard was filled with many plants and flowers, looking quite delicate and serene. Victor Grant glanced around and indeed saw an elderly man sitting on a stone bench, sipping tea.
"Master, this is Mr. Grant. He has sothing he’d like to ask of you," Samuel Zimrman hastily introduced.
The elderly man glanced at Victor Grant, nodded slightly, and politely asked, "What does this gentleman need?"
In his rush to get a fake Jade Pendant made, Victor Grant took out his phone, showing a photo of the pendant, "Sir, can you make a pendant like this? One that could pass for the real thing?"
The old man glanced at the Jade Pendant on Victor’s phone, his expression changing slightly: ’Why is the color of this pendant so unusual?’
Seeing this, Victor Grant quickly replied nonchalantly, ’It just looks like this. Because the color is rare, I want to make a fake to swap with the real one.’
The old man stroked his beard thoughtfully, giving Victor a aningful look, but said nothing. Samuel Zimrman, sensing the mont, chid in: ’Master, Mr. Grant is offering ten million as compensation.’
Victor felt that the old man’s gaze was a bit strange but didn’t dwell on it, thinking it would be over after this deal, and there was no need to worry about what others thought.
"Indeed, sir, as long as you can make an identical pendant by tomorrow morning, I will give you ten million as a reward."
Faced with such a high paynt, the elderly man’s hand paused its beard-stroking. After a mont, he said to Victor Grant, "You’re in such a hurry for the pendant and want it to pass for the real thing, yet I’ve never seen the real piece. You only have two photos as evidence; I fear I don’t have such ability."
Was he asking for the real Jade Pendant? Victor looked at the old man with so difficulty and said, "The pendant isn’t in my possession right now. If you need the real one for comparison, I’m afraid I can’t do it."
The old man didn’t say anything else, just smiled faintly, picked up his teacup for a sip, and fell silent.
Victor felt uneasy watching him, wondering if this ant he refused. But the pendant was with May Morgan. How was he supposed to get it for even one night?
Samuel Zimrman, seeing this, quietly advised Victor Grant: ’Mr. Grant, you want us to create a pendant in such a short ti with just a few photos, which is really difficult for us.’
Victor shot him a displeased look and said, ’That’s why I’m offering so much money. Otherwise, I could find anyone to do it.’
Those words might have angered the old man, as he placed the teacup on the stone table with a thud and turned around to go inside the house.
Samuel Zimrman awkwardly watched his master go, not wanting to miss out on this lucrative opportunity, and quickly urged Victor Grant, ’Mr. Grant, you saw that my master is unwilling to negotiate. Honestly, if you could find soone as skilled in forgery as he is, I’d admit defeat.’
With ti tight and the task urgent, Victor had no chance of finding soone else right now, and even if he did, it would take ti to find them, right?
He glanced at the tightly closed door of the old man’s house, thought for a mont, and finally asked Samuel Zimrman, "If I bring you the pendant, can you really make it before dawn?"
Samuel Zimrman confidently patted his chest and said to Victor Grant, ’I’m not boasting; my master’s skill is so refined that nobody in this world can surpass him. By the way, last ti a Mr. Jennings brought a multimillion-dollar diamond ring, asking my master to forge a replica with hidden chanisms inside overnight, and my master pulled it off. For your request, it shouldn’t be too difficult.’
Mr. Jennings? A multimillion-dollar diamond ring?
Victor looked at Samuel Zimrman in confusion, feeling that sothing seed off about the information he’d just ntioned.
However, in his hurry to fetch the pendant, Victor didn’t have the heart to ask too many questions. He explained to Zimrman and drove back into the city.
Half an hour later, he arrived at the hospital where Vincent Vance was.
On his way, Victor passed a milk tea shop and bought so delicious durian pastries along with the milk tea for May Morgan.
When he reached the hospital, he saw Miller persuading May Morgan to go out for so food, but she was too preoccupied with Vincent Vance to move.
Seizing the mont, Victor eagerly handed May the durian pastries and milk tea. She was surprised to see him and looked at him speechlessly.
Victor sheepishly explained, "I was on my way to the office and saw the milk tea and pastries, so I brought them for you."
Feeling a bit shy, May Morgan thanked Victor and took the items from him, turning away to set them aside.
Seeing this, Victor quickly urged her, "The milk tea should be drunk while hot, and the pastries are best eaten now. Why don’t you have a little snack? It’s just a brief mont."
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