More than ten minutes ago, in the luxurious surveillance hall of Sai Jiangnan, there were LCD monitors of all sizes hanging on the walls. Every move in the corridor hall of the entire guild hall was fed back on the monitor screen. As a top guild hall, Sai Jiangnan naturally dared not relax the safety facilities, especially the decorations in the guild hall, many of which were genuine products worth hundreds of thousands of yuan. At this moment, all the personnel responsible for monitoring were staring at the screen playing. The picture was Jiang Hao's chic actions when identifying porcelain in the corridor.

"Who is this person? How can the appraisal porcelain be so powerful, it is even better than some common appraisers!" A young man wearing work clothes and a face full of youthful beans staring at the screen with admiration, feeling excited, and his expression was like a hardcore fan meeting his dream idol.

"It's indeed the first time he came to our club. At first I thought he was stealing something, but I didn't expect that he was appraising. Such a young appraiser is rare!" The first thing he found was that Jiang Hao was abnormal, and he was amazed at the sight of Jiang Hao's appraisal.

"The most amazing thing is that all the porcelain identification results are correct." A white obese monitor said incredibly that they knew the decoration collections on the walls. The identification and evaluation that Jiang Hao heard was exactly the same as the porcelain introduction in his mind, and it was not bad at all.

"What's even more exaggerated is this!" The young man who first discovered Jiang Hao was extremely excited and skillfully controlled the mouse, instantly dispatched Jiang Hao to insert bodyguards in the restaurant.

"The movement was so sharp that he didn't see him holding a fork or a knife."

Everyone in the surveillance room stared at the scene that was slowed down with breath, and each was excited as if he was injected with chicken blood. Due to the shooting angle, they did not see how Jiang Hao got the fork, but his sharp movements were enough to make up for his regret.

"This is definitely a god." The fat white man pressed his passionate heart and then made a suggestion. "I think it should be reported to the boss. Don't the boss like to make friends with various powerful people?"

"Yes, the boss must like this kind of powerful appraiser very much." Everyone nodded in agreement, dispatched the surveillance monitor who was the first to discover the video and reported directly to the boss.

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"You can win back by making a bet?"

Song Hualiang narrowed his eyes and glanced calmly. Jiang Hao, who was keen on agreeing or not, knew that Jiang Hao would never be so kind and easily return the six-sided pen holder of the Qing Dynasty Qianlong that he had obtained. The so-called gambling game in front of him was definitely a trap for Jiang Hao, but even if he knew it was a trap, he had to get in.

This batch of porcelain of his is to be delivered to the auction house. Each piece of porcelain has a special identification number and cannot be replaced if it is lost. Moreover, the authentic six-sided pen holder of the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty cannot be found casually, and even if it is found, it cannot be the same style.

The most important thing is that they have signed an auction agreement with the auction house. This time they just handed over the porcelain over and went through a process. Once the verification is completed, they will successfully enter the next auction process.

The signed auction agreement has strict regulations. If the auctioneer is at the right time and cannot deliver the auction items normally according to the procedures, the Song family needs to pay three times the market price for each piece of porcelain.

The just-breaking purple clay teapot of Ming Chengzu was damaged and could not be repaired. The transaction was made at the market price of 1.5 million yuan. He needed to pay the auction house a penalty of nearly 5 million yuan for the purple clay teapot just now.

The Song family and the auction house have always been in a win-win situation, and have been working very smoothly, but they never expected such a big mistake. If it were a few days in advance, perhaps there would be room for reversal based on the relationships established in the past, but now there is no way out.

The auction house has taken detailed photos of this batch of porcelain several days in advance, put in a specific introduction to the porcelain, and made a series of posters with detailed explanations. After various promotional advertisements were put out in the early stage, they would definitely not be able to withdraw them. It is obvious that the delivery time is approaching. If it really cannot be delivered, it is probably a small loss. Whether it can continue to cooperate with the auction house will be a problem.

The most important thing about auction houses is credibility. On the day of the auction, collectors from all over the country came to conduct the auction, but found that the auction house did not have any items in the publicity. The entire auction house would probably be blacklisted immediately by collectors. Even if there are really good auction items in the future, no one would come to visit again.

Good things don’t go out, bad things go thousands of miles away! The purple clay teapot is the highlight, but the bottom part is broken and broken. How can I explain this to the auction house?

"Why!"

Song Hualiang was so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood. He was very upset and shouldn't bet. If he didn't ask Jiang Hao to prove the authenticity of the purple clay teapot, he wouldn't have such a big mess. Anyway, the porcelain has been identified by the auction house. Even if it is a fake, it has nothing to do with him. Why is he so confused?

"What bet are you going to make?"

Song Hualiang decided to listen to Jiang Hao's bet first and then make a judgment. If it is really easy to win, he might as well take another risk. If he doesn't even have a chance to win, he would have to buy the Qianlong six-party pen holder of the Qing Dynasty from a few times the price and send it to the auction house safely. This really would not make any mistakes.

The old man Jiang Zhongshan had a smile on his lips. He originally wanted to buy a painting, but unexpectedly saw a good show. Today, the matter of the identification of the purple clay teapot was spread, and it may be hailed as a legend again.

Such talent and accomplishment in the identification, and being able to force Old Man Song into chaos, this kind of talent has to find a way to stay in the Jiang family! Jiang Zhongshan's eyes swept to Jiang Yuan who was watching Jiang Hao with concern, thinking about whether to use the beauty plan.

"This bet is very simple, it is to prove whether the painting is really done by Huang Gongwang!" Jiang Hao looked at the hesitant Song Hualiang, and said in a firm tone: "You have always despised my ability. I just want to prove it to you in the same way, how bad your Song family's vision is."

Jiang Hao was fearless. He had just successfully solved the secret of the fraud of ancient paintings. He wanted to constantly force Song Hualiang, and he asked Song Hualiang to pay the price for his stupid language.

"this?"

Song Hualiang looked at Jiang Hao who was confident and couldn't help but look at the ancient paintings a few more times. Are ancient paintings really fake? How could it be? So many experts have personally identified it without any problem. Could it be that he has a unique vision to identify whether ancient paintings are fake?

Song Hualiang has always been unable to accept Jiang Hao's talent in appraisal, and he is very determined in his heart that ancient paintings are authentic. This painting has been with him for many years. Is his vision not as good as a yellow-haired boy?

"Go a bet, are you still afraid that you won't be able to do it?" Song Fei changed into clean clothes, walked into the room with a limp leg, staring at Jiang Hao angrily. If he hadn't dodged just now, maybe my younger brother had been scalded. At this moment, he would have wanted to peel Jiang Hao off his bones so that he could calm his anger.

"How do you need to be identified?" Song Hualiang looked at Jiang Hao cautiously: "I want to listen to your methods of identification."

The purple clay teapot just now did not ask for the identification method in advance, which led to the tragic release of animals. If you ask a question in advance, it would not have been possible to have such a huge loss!

"Anyway, the final result is a fake painting, so why bother with the identification method?" Jiang Hao continued to stimulate the Song family's grandson with shameless words, and had to psychologically knock the other party out of nothing and uselessness, and eventually destroy the two of them's superior pride and self-esteem.

"This painting is worth seven million. Even if it is stained with a little dust, it will be a huge loss. Just because you say it is fake, it will really become a fake." Song Fei was too excited to pull the wound on his leg, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch. He hated Jiang Hao's arrogance so much that his teeth were itchy, but he could not do anything about it.

"I just judge the criteria. If I say it's fake, he can't be real. Stop talking nonsense. If you make a bet, let me identify it quickly. If you lose, I will accompany you to Qianlong's six-sided pen holder in the Qing Dynasty. Besides, how could I lose with my water? It's really a waste of everyone's time." Jiang Hao played with the pen holder in his hand, and turned his head impatiently at Song Hualiang, who was hesitant.

The old man Jiang Zhongshan knew that it was time to go on stage, so he coughed a few times and suggested, "I have a way to get the best of both worlds."

"Let me tell me." Song Hualiang's face calmed down a little. His ancient paintings were originally intended to be sold in Jiang Zhongshan, but a roadblock broke out halfway and interrupted the initial transaction.

Is the ancient painting true or false after being fussed by Jiang Hao? At this moment, it has become the common knot between the two parties to the transaction. If this knot that hinders the transaction is not removed, Song Hualiang knew that Jiang Zhongshan’s transaction would definitely not continue rashly.

"Okay." Jiang Hao looked at the calm Jiang Zhongshan gratefully, knowing that Mr. Jiang was going to come out to help him.

"My solution is very simple. If the painting is identified as true, no matter what is contaminated on the painting due to identification or how contaminated, our Jiang family will buy it according to the original agreed price, and will never use excuses to lower the price."

"If..." Jiang Zhongshan did not continue to talk, this was already a big concession he could make, because he was also very curious about how Jiang Hao determined that ancient paintings were fakes, but he did not see any clues from beginning to end.

"This suggestion is very good, acceptable, and you won't suffer any losses."

A cheerful voice suddenly sounded at the door of the cottage. A burly figure about 1.8 meters tall walked into the cottage leisurely and nodded to Jiang Zhongshan and Song Hualiang.

"The boss of Sai Jiangnan, Sai Dongdao!"

Ningbo briefly introduced Jiang Hao in a voice that only two people heard.
Chapter completed!