Chapter 227

Thirty million bucks?

Philip felt helpless.

He knew something would happen, but he was not expecting Martha to get herself into such big
trouble.

“Alright, mom. I’ll be there immediately. Please wait for me.” After Philip said that, he hung up the
phone and dashed to the scene.

When Philip arrived at the scene, he noticed that they were at a hundred-year-old shop. There was a
crowd at the entrance. Some of the people there were waiting in line, trying to sell their old items while
some of them were only there for the drama. Nonetheless, their heads could be seen bobbing up and
down.

There was an argument taking place in the shop, and Philip could hear Martha’s shrieks from outside
the place.

When Philip entered the shop, he saw Martha accusing the shop owner of bullying his customers. She
was talking so fast her saliva was flying all over the place. Additionally, she was accusing the owner of
selling fake antiques and scamming people of their money. “I’m not paying! Why should I? What kind of
blue and white porcelain vase is this? It’s fake! You just want to scam a woman like me who doesn’t
know anything. I’m going to call the cops on you! What you’re doing is extortion and blackmail!”

Martha was fuming. It was just a porcelain vase. How dare he ask her to pay thirty million bucks?

He had to be bullying her because she did not know anything. He only wanted to scam her.

However, Martha was feeling rather guilty as well. It was the man’s shop and behind the owner were
two muscular and tattooed men.



If Russell had not stopped them, Martha would not have had any say as well.

“Mom, what happened?” Philip squeezed through the crowd and asked curiously.

Martha glared at Philip. She was mad that he had taken so long to come. Within that period of time,
she had been criticized by the people around them. She yelled, “What took you so long? Never mind.
Look, this is the tiny vase I accidentally knocked over. They want me to pay thirty million for it, but I
don’t care. You stay here and take care of this for me. I think it only has a value of a few hundred
bucks. I still have to go back to make lunch for your dad.”

After saying that, Martha turned around and ran away.

If she did not run now, when would she get the chance to run?

Philip looked at the smashed porcelain vase on the floor and then at Russell. He asked, “Mr. Field, is it
genuine?”

Russell said helplessly, “Yeah, it’s a genuine blue and white porcelain vase. The shop owner is a friend
of mine. The vase is genuine and the price is just. It is indeed thirty million bucks.”

Russell’s heart was broken as well. It was the shop’s showcased item, and the shop owner was a
friend of his.

Russell had only brought Martha to pick an item. He had not expected Martha to touch and look at
everything the moment she stepped foot into the shop. Additionally, Russel had never imagined that
Martha would knock over the blue and white porcelain vase.

When the shop owner saw that Philip was a reasonable person, he poured out some tea from his dark-
red enameled pot, took a sip, and said, “My friend, the blue and white porcelain vase is from the year
when Emperor Yongle was in power. I wouldn’t lie to you. It is indeed genuine and worth thirty million



bucks. I’ll leave once I get the money. If you won’t pay, I’ll call the cops. It was the most valuable object
in our humble, little shop, and your mom just smashed it like that.”

Philip sighed. It was a huge price to pay.

However, who would have expected Martha to shriek loudly after hearing such an explanation?
“Bullsh*t! Emperor Yongle? I say it’s fake! Your shop is scamming its customers! I’ve come across too
many people like you who sell fake goods! You’ve been poor for far too long that you’ve gone insane!”

When the shop owner heard her words, he could no longer endure it, and his face fell immediately.

Did she just say that his shop sold fake goods?

He could not take such an insult.

In order to do business in the antique market, owners were required to follow a lot of regulations.

How could anyone stand being pointed and yelled at by this shrew?

“Madam, please look closely. My shop is a hundred years old! We value trust in our industry. I’ve never
sold fake goods before. If you keep slandering me like that, this won’t just be about compensation.”

The shop owner was now mad. He placed his dark-red enameled pot down and took out his phone. He
said, “Let just stop arguing about what happened. I’ll just call the cops and let them handle this.”

When Martha heard that he was going to call the cops, she started to panic. She knew she could not
stay there any longer, so she said to Philip, “Philip, handle this. I’ll… go home first. If you get into any
trouble, just take care of it yourself.”

The wisest thing to do was to run away!

That was what Martha was thinking at the moment.



However, could she?

She was stopped by the two muscular men at the door. Martha fell to the ground in fear after she saw
their muscles and terrifying expressions. Then, she started bawling and shouting, “Everyone, look!
They’re going to hit me! They’re going to hit me! This is daylight robbery! They’re scamming their
customers and lying to them! The blue and white porcelain vase is a fake, and they want me to pay
thirty million bucks!”

What else could she do?

Of course, she could only throw a huge tantrum.

The method had worked countless times for Martha, and it had been time-tested.

However, Martha had forgotten that this was not her house. How would they allow her to get away with
this?

One of the big men grabbed Martha’s collar and dragged her back into the shop as if she was a dead
dog.

“Let go of me! Let go! They’re hitting me! Murderer!”

Martha kept on struggling and yelling. When she saw Philip standing at one side, doing nothing, she
yelled hysterically, “Philip, why are you just standing there? Come and hit them for me! Are you going
to watch me get hit and do nothing?”

She was shrewish and rude. Not to mention, she was causing a huge scene.

It was Martha’s self-cultivation as a shrew.



Without any other choice, Philip shook his head and asked, “Mom, did he hit you? You broke their
vase. Why don’t you own up to your mistake? We can just apologize and pay up. Why do you want to
make a fool out of yourself?”

Pay up?

Martha would definitely refuse!

It was thirty million bucks!

“Are you insane? Why should I? It’s a fake! A fake!” Martha was extremely shameless now that she
had become hysterical.

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