"What a loud tone."
"You, you're talking about you. Are you here to cause trouble?"
I held my head high and spoke loudly: "What advice do you two have?"
The other party stared at me with hatred and anger.
"Don't take advice seriously. Let's fight!"
"You are too young, and I will lose my identity by fighting with you. Call your master."
When the other party heard this, he immediately became furious.
"You can't do it, right? Okay! Then I'll ask you to give me a free appraisal!"
The next second, a piece of Hetian jade hit the table.
"qh material."
The other party was stunned for a moment, and just as he was about to speak, the accomplice beside him immediately threw out another piece of Hetian jade.
"Scam!"
I pointed at the other person and shouted coldly: "It has only been unearthed for three years. You'd better find a new home. Otherwise, I will send you in."
The other party's expression changed, and he shouted sternly: "How dare you..."
"shut up!"
Suddenly, there were a few more people at the stairs.
The leader was a short, fat, bald man in his forties.
This man is Wu Jiukan's disciple, whom he met when he was fighting Ba Ling.
"Uncle Master!"
The two middle-aged men who were slapped in the face by me called them uncle in a low voice and hated me very much.
In a blink of an eye, the short, fat, bald man came to me, glanced at me up and down, spoke to me, and immediately started to do it.
Since I'm here to cause trouble, in front of the onlookers, Chunky Baldy will definitely accept it.
Not only do you want to catch me, but you also want to find out my real identity.
The first thing I found was a small-leaf rosewood bracelet with stars.
"Gounabe. Bleeding tree."
"Next!"
"Pay attention to order!"
The short, fat and bald man was quietly moved, and when he stepped back, he pursed his lips heavily. xь.
Then, the short, fat and bald senior brothers and sisters lined up and smashed out one thing after another.
"Book framed with dragon scales. One hundred and twenty years."
"Funiu Mountain Golden Hairpin. It grows one centimeter in ten years. Eighty years."
"The Warring States Period is made of gold and silver bronze spoons. It is a fake product. Potassium permanganate is added to remove the earthy smell. Don't run away, I will remember you. Tell me clearly where this thing comes from?"
"Late Ming Dynasty general jar. It has holes. It holds ashes. You are haunted by a resentful spirit."
"Old materials, new techniques, using old oil extraction techniques, pretending to be old jade from the Warring States Period."
"Zhang Daqian!? The signature is Zhang Daqian's, and the painting is written by Zhang Daqian's wife and apprentice. What? Who do you Long family want to deceive with this painting? You even dare to fake Zhang Hanqing's identification stamp? Zhang Hanqing is still in Huonuu The island is not dead.”.Ь.
Killing everyone in seconds, Chunky Baldy opened his mouth wide and stared, his face turned pale.
The other disciples of Long Yao were even beaten into Muggle form by me, and their brains were full of fog.
The other people who were watching the melon-eating had their eyes wide open.
At this moment, I was surrounded by cameras and DVDs, and reporters from the shrine and local TV stations occupied the best positions.
On the short, fat and bald side, many well-known experts were all horrified.
Among them was the master Quan who was so awesome that he guided the country.
In all walks of life, there are specialties in calligraphy.
Someone like me who is proficient in both soft and hard skills and miscellaneous matters is enough to break the courage of these two-armed people!
"Who are you?"
When the true identity of the last painting was revealed to me, Chubby Baldy couldn't help but tremble.
I took off my mask and whistled at the other person.
The short, fat and bald man suddenly widened his eyes, gasped for air, and stumbled backwards.
"Tong, Tong..."
"*** is stuttering. Tong Tong Tong... Tong your uncle!"
"Where is your master?"
The short, fat and bald man stood there dumbly, frightened and frightened, his jaw rattling.
Unceremoniously slap the nearest person in the face
Then he slapped the other person in the ear: "Are my two grandchildren worthy of fighting with me, Master Tong?" "
"No rules!"
"You. Come here and show me. Is this painting real or fake?"
The two people were slapped by me, and they didn't dare to feel the slightest bit unhappy, let alone the slightest bit of resistance.
The other disciples, great-grandchildren, and disciples of Long Yao didn't even dare to express their anger.
Both the antique shop and the music industry have the oldest and most rigorous traditions.
That's seniority!
My relationship with Xia Binghai is known to the world. Xia Binghai is the same generation as Long Yao, so naturally my seniority is frighteningly high.
People like Huang Guanyang, who are called masters by countless people, all call me uncle, not to mention others.
The short, fat and bald guys gathered together and looked at the inkstone picture for a long time. After that, they stared at each other for a long time and came to a conclusion cautiously.
"have no idea?"
I slapped the short, fat, bald head unceremoniously, and grabbed his ears: "Didn't your master Long Yao teach you how to recognize paintings?"
The short, fat, bald man closed his eyes in pain, his pig face twisted and shouted with grief and anger: "If you say it's true, it's true. If you say it's false, it's false. Okay?"
"I really don't know! I can't understand!"
When these words came out, the whole place was in an uproar.
The words "short, fat and bald" are embarrassing and embarrassing.
Suddenly, a sharp and ear-piercing voice sounded: "Bronze Lion."
In the middle of the hall, Zhong Xiaoqi, dressed in white and looking like Yue Wei, crept over.
In order to cooperate with Long Yao in making up for the shortcomings of the appraisal, today Zhong Xiaoqi specially wore a cloud-patterned white Luo gown from the middle and late Ming Dynasty.
This gown is particularly dazzling when paired with the ancient buildings along the Qinhuai River.
The rain and mist drifted away, the air twisted, and I seemed to see the shadow of Yue Wei.
If my heart and soul hadn't been tempered to the point of being invulnerable to all poison, I would have called out Yue Wei's name.
"Master Tong. What do you want to do?"
"Zhong Xiaoqi, it seems you had a great holiday."
Zhong Xiaoqi stared at me coldly, his pupils as sharp as frost: "Tong. Don't try to pressure me with your immediate boss. I have officially submitted my resignation to Biyi."
"From now on, you can't control me!"
Bixi is the code name of Liao Zaiguo. When Zhong Xiaoqi said the last words, there was a hint of reluctance and sorrow in his eyes, and a very cold word came out of his lips.
"If you have anything, come at me!"
I slapped my fingers on the table and said, "Show me!"
