"Anchor wants to calm things down?"
"I've already made hundreds of thousands, so spending a hundred thousand to get out doesn't seem unacceptable."
"Stop making trouble. This is obviously a scam. Why should you give a scoundrel 100,000 yuan? If you have this money, why not donate it to the poor, like me."
"If I were the anchor, I would give him 100,000 yuan and let this guy beat up De Biao."
"Don't come up with blind ideas! It's a live broadcast now, and you let the anchor instigate beatings? Have you forgotten how cool Paratrooper One is?"
"Do you think there is a possibility? The porcelain bottle in the hands of this energetic young man is a good thing?"
"Are you going to use good things to touch porcelain?"
The treasure friends had a great time discussing it, and He Ren had already transferred the money to Han Feng, one hundred thousand yuan, not a penny.
After collecting the money, Han Feng immediately let go of He Ren's arm, "Thanks, brother, you are such a cheerful person. I will see you next time I have business."
He Ren couldn't laugh or cry, was he so like a victim?
But he still said, "You're welcome. Brother Feng just said that these pairs of porcelain vases were handed down from ancestors. I wonder if you have any other items in your home that were handed down from ancestors?"
Han Feng's eyes lit up, "Yes, you still want it?"
"As long as the thing is good, I will definitely want it."
Han Feng was excited. There were still a lot of messy things in his house, but he had to go home and sort them out first, otherwise there would be too many "ancestral" things, which would definitely arouse suspicion...
"No problem, brother, I'll take you to my house right now."
Han Feng's home is not far from the antique street. After all, he has to come here every day to work out, so it is inconvenient to live far away.
Han Feng was in a hurry, dragging He Ren in front of him to immerse himself in the road, for fear that He Ren would run away. He Ren had no choice but to hand the porcelain bottle to Zhang Nuo and follow Han Feng as he ran...
Zhang Nuo and Liu Fei were left behind. Just when they wanted to chase after them, they saw Wei Ruixiang and Zhou Wan walking slowly, and they became angry. They even said they were good friends. Seeing He Ren being touched, they didn't even think about it. Stand up and say a few words.
Zhang Nuo's tone was slightly complaining, "Brother Wei, Brother Zhou, why didn't you stop He Ren?"
Wei Ruixiang was happy, "Stop him? Stop him from picking up the leaks?"
"ah?"
Zhang Nuo and his treasure friends were all confused, "Pick up the leak? When did He Ren pick up the leak? Could it be that this porcelain vase..."
Wei Ruixiang glanced at He Ren and Han Feng who had walked away, took the porcelain bottle in Zhang Nuo's hand and showed it to the camera, so that everyone had the opportunity to see the porcelain bottle up close.
Needless to say, the porcelain vase is quite beautiful. It has a slender neck, rounded shoulders, long shanks, and a very good shape. What's even better is the color. It's dark blue all over, and it's very clean. It looks like sapphire, and it reflects light when the sun shines on it.
Wei Ruixiang smiled and said, "Did you see it? This bottle is so beautiful."
Zhang Nuo rolled his eyes, "What's the point of looking after it? The handicrafts are also beautiful."
"This is not a handicraft, this is the real thing."
"Authentic product? Who would use the authentic product to compete with porcelain?"
Zhou Zhou also said, "Really, this is an olive bottle from the Qing Dynasty. It is indeed authentic."
"From the Qing Dynasty?" Zhang Nuo looked in disbelief. She just glanced at the bottom of the money and seemed to see the word "Ming". How could it be from the Qing Dynasty?
Turning the bottle over, it turned out to be the seal script inscription "Made in the Xuande Year of the Ming Dynasty" with six characters and three lines. Zhang Nuo directly pointed the bottom of the bottle towards the camera, meaning let’s take a look, what dynasty is it from?
Wei Ruixiang was happy, "It's precisely because of this low price that Brother Feng regarded this olive bottle as a fake."
Zhang Nuo and Baoyou were both confused and threatened Wei Ruixiang to stop selling out and tell the truth quickly.
Wei Ruixiang scratched his head in embarrassment and had to explain, "The olive vase was a type of vessel that was only created during the Kangxi period. It is definitely not from the Ming Dynasty. Generally, such base models come from the early official kilns of Yongzheng. He especially likes the olive vase. .”
Zhang Nuo still didn't believe it, "Can you be sure based on just this?"
"It's definitely more than that. If you take a closer look, this olive vase has a tall and straight shape, a wide base and a two-story platform. The writing style is thin and strong, and it has the style of seal script and official script. Combined with Yongzheng's preference for single-color glaze, it should be authentic. Brother He didn't suffer at all, why should we stop him?"
The treasure friends grasped the key point, "Didn't you suffer any loss? How much is this bottle worth?"
Zhang Nuo also asked the same question, and Wei Ruixiang laughed loudly, "Three hundred thousand, brother He also made two hundred thousand."
Everyone was shocked, "Three hundred thousand? Did Brother Feng just throw down three hundred thousand?"
"Yes, this is the price of not knowing how to do it..."
At this time, He Ren and Han Feng had stopped, turned around and waved to Zhang Nuo and others to tell them to hurry up, especially Han Feng, who waved with great vigor...
Everyone was speechless when they saw this scene, and even felt a little pitiful for Han Feng.
Han Feng originally had 600,000 yuan, but he lost 300,000 yuan and sold the other 300,000 yuan to He Ren for 100,000 yuan...
Why can't they meet such kind-hearted people?
The kind-hearted man Han Feng lived in a bungalow. He Ren and others came out immediately as soon as they entered. The room was really smelly. I don’t know how long it had been since Han Feng had ventilated it. There was a musty smell inside and there was still water on the ground. There were several little beasts, drinks bottles that had been there for who knows how long, takeout boxes, and paper balls of unknown purpose...
Han Feng also felt that the house was not very clean. He happened to go in and pick out some "ancestral" porcelain, so he said to He Ren, "Brother, you guys wait in the yard while I take out the things."
He Ren nodded and asked Wei Ruixiang and Zhou Zhuan to sit down on the stone benches in the yard. He took a look at the barrage and found that everyone was calling him a thief...
He Ren was happy, "Brother Wei, did you tell them?"
Wei Ruixiang also smiled and said, "I told you, Yongzheng's high-temperature blue-glazed olive bottle, right?"
"Brother Wei has a good eye." He Ren gave a thumbs up and looked at Zhou Zhuan, "Will you also give this to Brother Zhou?"
Of course Zhou Zhou would not refuse, but he still sighed, "It's a pity that the other one was broken, otherwise the value would have increased."
The treasure friends were confused, and someone asked, "Isn't it said that if one of the paired things is broken, the other one will become an orphan, and the value will increase tenfold?"
"You guys should watch less TV series, it's all nonsense." He Ren was numb, "Antique shops don't have this statement. Orphans are indeed valuable, but you have to make sure they are orphans. Is there an olive bottle from the Yongzheng period? Quite a few, one alone is definitely not worth as much as a pair.”
"And the Ru kiln that He Shen smashed in the TV series... Do you understand the Ru kiln? During the Qianlong period, prices were also very low, so they were smashed just because they were promised?"
"Even if he insists on making it an orphan, he can also find a place to hide the other one. If it doesn't work, he can just bury it. Wouldn't it also become an orphan? Why must he destroy it? Is it too much money?"
The treasure friends were speechless by He Ren, especially the treasure friends who just asked questions, feeling that their IQ was being despised...
At this moment, Han Feng came out of the room. When He Ren saw the good guy, he had six or seven things in his arms.
If it were all passed down from ancestors, how could this kid be able to behave like this? Han Feng regarded He Ren as the number one enemy in the world...
