The old man in the capital started to murmur.
It stands to reason that the stall owner He Kun has already taken out the appraisal certificate of this Ming blue and white jar, which should prove that it is genuine.
He Kun was also very proud and said to the old man in Beijing: "Boss, look, I didn't deceive you. This is indeed the real thing. Now you should know that someone is deliberately messing up the situation."
The old man in Beijing was silent.
In this way, the young man will definitely lose, and his hands will be cut off when the time comes. The "fighting" is a bit cruel.
Of course, the old man in the capital must have experienced strong winds and waves, not to mention that the young man next to him was just a passerby, so he couldn't resonate with him.
He just felt a little emotional. He shouldn't be impulsive and quarrel with other people at a young age. He still had a lot of youth, but it was really not worth it to risk his own hands like this.
But at this time, Chu Yang said: "A mere appraisal certificate doesn't mean anything. There are a lot of bad experts these days. If you work in a museum until you retire, does that mean you are a master of appraisal? I don't think so!"
He Kun laughed at Chu Yang and said, "Boy, please stop making excuses. If the museum retiree is not an expert in appraisal, are you?"
Chu Yang responded: "Many experts are just looking for fame and reputation. Besides, no matter how powerful the experts are, they sometimes make mistakes."
He Kun said: "Boy, it's useless for you to say that. You have to come up with real evidence to prove it. The appraisal certificate I have here is ironclad evidence. You have to come up with more powerful evidence."
Chu Yang sneered: "Are you sure? This is not good."
He Kun said: "If there is anything wrong, you can fix it as long as you can provide evidence."
Chu Yang said: "Don't regret it!"
He Kun sneered: "Haha, what do I regret? Don't delay, kid. Hurry up. I want to see what else you can come up with!"
At this moment, the old man from the capital persuaded Chu Yang: "Young man, if you really can't do it, don't insist on it. Why don't I come to you and ask for a favor? You can surrender and cut off your hands, so this rule will be waived."
He Kun said quickly: "Boss, boss, don't, don't. This is the rule of the antique shop. Once there is a quarrel, no one can change it. I hope you can understand."
Chu Yang also said: "Old sir, I appreciate your kindness, but I don't need anyone to plead for mercy."
The old man in Beijing shook his head, sighed, and said to himself: "This young man is too arrogant. If he agrees to my intercession on his behalf, I think as long as I come forward, this stall owner will not dare not give me face. It's a pity that Oh, what a pity, I was too impulsive after all.”
At this moment, Chu Yang picked up the small jar with blue and white phoenix and peony patterns and threw it to the ground.
Wow! ! !
The small jar fell to the ground and broke into pieces instantly.
He Kun, the stall owner, and the old man from Beijing were all shocked when they saw this scene.
"He actually broke the jar, are you crazy?" The old man's face changed greatly, and he was very surprised.
The old man wondered, has this kid decided to break the jar?
He Kun said angrily: "Asshole! You actually dare to throw my bright blue and white jar. Do you know how much this small jar is worth? Three million!"
"This is three million, can you afford to pay?!"
"You kid, no matter if you can afford to pay or not, don't even think about leaving the ghost market tonight!"
"If you can't afford the compensation, I'll pay with your life!!!"
The stall owner, He Kun, roared at Chu Yang like he was going crazy.
It seems that this small blue and white jar with an identification certificate is a cash cow in his eyes, so he is so manic.
