"In this world, every mountain is indeed higher than the next! The strongest among the strongest will be the strongest among the strongest!"
Zhao Nanxing said, looking at Ye Zhiqiu with increasingly hot eyes. At the same time, the better Ye Zhiqiu performed, the more angry he became. How dare this guy refuse his kindness? How unreasonable!
The open space beside him was also shocked. These four items were obtained by Zhao Nanxing a few days ago. It took him three hours to finally confirm that the jade pendant was real. Just now, Ye Zhiqiu only scanned two Eye!
"Tianba, Xu Li, you have learned a lesson this time, and you must not make this mistake again next time!" Zhao Nanxing said earnestly, and his tone was stern at the end.
Three fake paintings cost him more than one billion, and his heart was bleeding!
"Uncle, don't worry! I will never make this kind of mistake again!" Zhao Tianba surrounded Zhao Nanxing with a fawning look, and appraiser Xu Li also apologized and blamed himself.
Ye Zhiqiu suddenly said: "Mr. Zhao, Miss Bai, best of two out of three. I have won now. Can my brother and I go?"
Zhao Nanxing's eyes darkened slightly: "Of course! Zhiqiu, our Zhao Group welcomes you at any time!"
"Thank you, Mr. Zhao, for your kindness. Maybe this younger generation won't be able to bear it!"
Ye Zhiqiu replied and left first.
The fat man followed closely behind him.
The two came up from the basement, walked into the ktv, and then walked out from the ktv.
Looking at the setting sun, the fat man let out a long sigh of relief, as if he had lived a lifetime ago.
Ye Zhiqiu suddenly said: "Fat man, I remember that you changed your habit of gambling before. Why do you do it again?"
The fat man was dejected: "I have changed. But when I passed by this place in the morning, I found a girl who was very pitiful. I felt sympathy and chatted with her for a few words. I learned that his brother was deceived into an underground casino and lost a lot of money. One hundred thousand!"
"I couldn't bear it and wanted to help her win it back, but I didn't expect it?"
Ye Zhiqiu snorted coldly: "I didn't expect it to be a fairy dance set up by someone else, right?"
"After you were arrested by them, did you see that woman again?"
The fat man shook his head: "I never saw him again!"
He was suddenly startled, "Zhiqiu, they are not here for me, but for you, right?"
Ye Zhiqiu glanced at him: "Aren't you stupid?"
He lowered his head and thought to himself, if he had lost just now, he would definitely agree to Bai Rumeng's conditions.
The fat man exclaimed: "Zhiqiu, in order to get you to join the gang, they actually used me as a bait. You must be careful! They didn't succeed this time. They must have other moves!"
He also knew that Zhao Nanxing had a notorious reputation and everyone was afraid to avoid him. He would never let his brother get into danger easily again.
Ye Zhiqiu looked a little solemn and nodded: "I know."
"How will you explain to your parents when you go home?"
The fat man looked frustrated: "I haven't had time to tell them about the Kangxi inkstone! My millions, Paramela is gone!"
"Zhiqiu, when are you going to pick up leaks again? You must call me. I want to recover all these losses as soon as possible!"
"Let's see if we have time." Ye Zhiqiu sighed helplessly.
"It's not like picking up leaks. You think they are everywhere? Sometimes if you are lucky, you can encounter a few in a day! If you are unlucky, you may not encounter them once in several years!"
When the fat man heard this, he became even more discouraged.
"Okay, stop thinking nonsense, don't be fooled again in the future, that's it."
Ye Zhiqiu comforted him, and the two of them got into their cars and left quickly.
At an intersection, the two of them separated. Ye Zhiqiu drove from a ramp to his antique shop.
He secretly thought in his heart that being entangled with Zhao Nanxing was not a good thing.
When the corner was about to turn, Ye Zhiqiu slowed down and suddenly glanced out of the corner of his eyes and saw an antique stall on the sidewalk on the right. The owner was a man in his forties, looking at the pedestrians around him casually.
Ye Zhiqiu glanced at it, and suddenly, an antique on the ground burst into the sky with blue light. Ye Zhiqiu was shocked. He had never seen any antiques that glowed blue before. He hurriedly pulled over and stopped.
Ye Zhiqiu got out of the car and walked slowly towards the stall.
There is a plastic sheet spread on the ground, and a red cloth on top. Various jade, agate, rosewood, ancient coins and other items are placed on it.
In the lower right corner, there is a white porcelain bowl. The bowl is only three or four centimeters high and seven or eight centimeters in diameter. There is a gap on the side and a slightly invisible crack extending down.
The outside of the porcelain bowl is painted with a scene of several chickens eating. The patterns of a big rooster, a hen and several chickens are clearly visible. It's just that the glaze color has faded and is mottled.
Ye Zhiqiu's heart was pounding, this turned out to be the real thing!
[Name: Chenghua Doucai Chicken Cup]
[Era: Chenghua Period of Ming Dynasty]
[Market value: 1.2 billion. 】
"Little brother, do you want to buy antiques?" The boss saw Ye Zhiqiu just looking at him blankly without making a sound, so he took the initiative to strike up a conversation.
Ye Zhiqiu knelt down and reached out to turn over the broken chicken bowl cup. He saw the words "Ming Dynasty Chenghua Year System" written in regular script underneath.
How could this authentic chicken vat cup appear at a street stall like this?
Ye Zhiqiu was puzzled.
"Boss, is your Chenghua Doucai Chicken Cup real or fake?"
The boss looked at him like a student and grinned: "If you say it's true, it's true! If you say it's false, it's false!"
Ye Zhiqiu was stunned: "How much is it really? How much is it fake?"
The boss smiled and said: "If it's true, you'll pay 10 million yuan! If it's fake, you'll pay 300 yuan! Which one do you want to pay?"
Ye Zhiqiu now understands that the boss has no idea that this is a genuine product, otherwise, he would not sell it openly on the street.
"How can I, a poor student, have so much money? I can only give you three hundred!"
Ye Zhiqiu took out three hundred-dollar bills from his wallet and handed them to the boss.
The boss couldn't wait to take the money.
He sighed with a look on his face: "Back then, I was in a countryside and accidentally picked up this chicken bowl cup. I thought it was a genuine product from the Chenghua period and treated it as a treasure!"
"I have been looking for several top appraisers in the industry. After the appraisal, they all said they are fakes!"
"It's just that the specific dates they gave are different. Some said it was from the middle and late Ming Dynasty, some said it was from the Kangxi and Qianlong years, and a few said it was a replica of the Republic of China!"
"It's pitiful. I asked those masters to appraise it and spent hundreds of thousands, but I only got back three hundred! The compensation made me vomit blood!"
Ye Zhiqiu was silent in his heart, no wonder he concluded that it was a fake.
If you knew the true value of this colorful chicken vat cup, you would probably even want to die now.
He then thought, are those masters such useless people?
There are so many advanced instruments, but we still can’t identify them. Are they genuine or fake?
