The Peremptory Casey Davies novel Chapter 137

Everyone turned to look at Casey.

Caleb suddenly showed disdain, and said, "Casey, I have already known what you can do. You can’t comment casually on treasure appraisal. Don't make trouble."

Casey shrugged, as if he didn’t care about how he was judged.

Edith didn't expect Casey to speak suddenly, but she quickly thought of that at the Patel family's banquet, Casey saw at a glance that the painting Albie gave was a fake.

Hugo's and Abraham's eyes widened at the same time. Others might think that Casey was talking nonsense, but they both knew clearly that Casey was right.

Abraham glanced at Caleb angrily. His best apprentice was not even as good as a trash who everyone in J City knew.

"Caleb, you shut up!" Abraham shouted.

Caleb was suddenly not convinced, and said, "Master, he is just a trash. What rights does he have to talk nonsense here?"

"He is right. This is indeed from Ru Kiln in the Northern Song Dynasty. Besides, it is from the official kiln. There are no wooden-club-shaped vases in the civilian kiln. You really disappointed me!" Abraham said coldly.

Caleb was dumbfounded. He didn't expect Casey was right.

He didn't understand how such a trash could know the origin of this vase. After learning from Abraham for so long, he nearly failed to recognize the origin of this vase.

Caleb turned to look at Hugo again, as if he wanted to verify with Hugo, in case his master had seen it wrong.

Hugo said, "Mr. Casey really has a keen eye. You can see the origin of this vase at a glance. You are right. This vase is indeed from the official kiln in the Northern Song Dynasty. Several appraisers have seen it wrong before. Just you and Mr. Abraham can recognize it."

Caleb was shocked. Casey was actually right!

He immediately clenched his fist, feeling unconvinced.

‘It must be Mr. Hugo who didn’t wanted Casey to be so embarrassed, so he told Casey in advance. Otherwise, how could such a trash recognize an antique that I can't recognize.’ Caleb thought.

Caleb thought that he couldn't lose.

He turned to glance at Abraham, and said, "Master, I was careless just now. I didn't observe carefully. I won’t make such a mistake anymore."

After speaking, he looked at Casey again, and said, "It seems that Casey also understands treasure appraisal, but it’s just a vase. We don’t know how much you know about treasure appraisal. Do you dare to have a competition with me to see who is better?"

Hearing Caleb's words, Abraham immediately understood what he meant.

Naturally, he believed more in his apprentice. Maybe Casey happened to have seen the vase before, so he could recognize it just now.

Caleb and Casey had to have a competition. Otherwise, people would say that Abraham's apprentice was not as good as a trash.

"I agree. The dinner party hasn't started yet. Just let them compete a round. It can also kill time." Abraham said with a smile.

Hugo looked at Casey and asked, "Mr. Casey?"

Casey nodded and said, "Okay."

Hugo also laughed and said, "In this case, let's watch them compete. The competition between young people must be very interesting."

Caleb felt weird. Shouldn't it be Hugo that told Casey in advance so Casey could recognize the vase? Why did Hugo seem not to be afraid that Casey would lose?

Hugo didn't care whether Casey was embarrassed or not?

"Actually, not all of the collections on the showcases in my room are the genuine articles. Some of them are high-quality imitations I bought. But the imitations are so genuine that they’re almost no different from the genuine article."

"Since you want to have a competition, just find out the high-quality imitations in my collections. Whoever finds out more will win. What do you think?"

Hugo spoke.

"What if he finds out imitations as many as I do?" Caleb asked.

"Then do an antique appraisal again. Mr. Abraham will pick one collection. You two appraise it." Hugo said.

Caleb laughed. If it was in this case, he could definitely win.

Casey stood up from his seat and asked, "Since it's a competition, there should always be time limit. I don't want to observe the collection too long. Otherwise, I have to wait for him till the dawn."

Hearing what Casey said, Caleb knew Casey was laughing at him that he spent so much time in appraising antiques just now. He glared at Casey fiercely.

"It's 7:15 in the evening. The dinner will officially start at 7:30. Ten minutes limit. You will write down the high-quality imitations you find. There are five minutes left to see the results. What do you think?" Hugo said.

"Okay." Caleb immediately agreed.

Casey also nodded.

Everyone in the room stood up, wanting to see who was better.

Hugo gave paper and pens to them. Under everyone's attention, the competition began.

Caleb observed the antiques on the showcase carefully. Because there was only ten minutes and there were a lot of collections on the showcase, he could not spend much time in observing one.

It was not an easy task to find all the high-quality imitations in such a short period of time. Caleb felt a huge pressure.

Even Abraham, the top appraiser in J City didn't dare to say that he could find out all the high-quality imitations within ten minutes.

After a while, Caleb's forehead was covered with sweat.

But Casey watched in front of the showcase quite leisurely. He didn't even need to pick up the antiques to observe. He just took a casual glance at an antique and immediately went to see the next one.