Qu Ying directed on the spot and had the broken counter removed.
Ye Huan watched from the side without urging. Just when everything was about to be cleared up, a middle-aged man with a mustache walked in.
His name is Huang Yucheng, and he is the appraiser of Zhenbaofang.
"Appraiser Huang is here!"
The middle-aged man with a mustache nodded. Seeing that one person was removed from the counter, he asked curiously: "What's going on? Why was one person removed from the counter?"
"It was smashed!"
"Smashed it? Who is so bold? Did you call the police?"
"It was a man who called himself 'cousin'. He brought a truckload of rough stones and insisted on selling them to us. If we didn't buy them, he would destroy the store. Fortunately, the handsome Ye Huanye was there and drove them away..." Xiao Wen
Chirping, he explained the situation again.
"Does the 'cousin' who sells rough stones wear this big gold watch on his wrist?"
Huang Yucheng asked, and after receiving a positive answer, he sternly said, "You are in big trouble. This 'cousin' is Mr. Pei's follower. He represents Mr. Pei. All the rough stones in Jiangcheng City must come from Mr. Pei."
Procurement, if you don’t purchase rough stones and you beat up Mr. Pei’s lackey, Mr. Pei will definitely not give up.”
"Mr. Qu, if you still want to hang out in Jiangcheng, go and apologize immediately."
"This is a society governed by the rule of law. I don't believe he can cover up the sky with one hand."
"As you wish!"
Huang Yucheng shook his head and walked inside.
Huang Yucheng's words made Qu Ying feel a haze in her heart.
Before she could ask, an old man in a shabby Chinese tunic suit limped in, carrying a shabby bundle in his arms that felt like a rare treasure.
In fact, that's exactly what happened.
The package contained not only the blue and white amphora passed down from the old man's family, but also the only hope to save his son.
"Old sir, how can I help you?" Xiao Wen greeted him.
"Do you accept antique vases here?"
"Of course I'll accept it. Does the old gentleman want to sell vases?"
The old man nodded, put the bag on the counter, opened it carefully, and said: "This is the blue and white amphorae passed down from my family. Can you tell me how much it is worth?"
"Wait a moment, I'll pour you a cup of tea, and then ask our connoisseur to come and take a look." Xiao Wen asked the old man to sit down, poured a glass of water in a hurry, and then asked Huang Yucheng to come out.
Huang Yucheng put on his white gloves, took a rough look at it first, then took a magnifying glass to look at the details carefully, and said: "This vase of yours is a fake, isn't it worth much?"
"Impossible, this is passed down from my family's ancestors, how could it be a fake."
"No one who comes to me to sell porcelain and jade says that their items are fake, but few of them are genuine antiques."
The old man was silent for a moment and asked, "How much is this vase worth?"
"Three thousand yuan, if you want to sell it, I will make do with it; if you don't want to sell it, please take it back."
"Three thousand yuan is too little."
The old man's face was ashen, "My son was stabbed for his bravery. Now he is lying in the hospital waiting for money to save him. It costs at least 50,000 yuan, and 3,000 yuan is too little."
"Can you take a closer look?"
The old man eagerly grabbed Huang Yucheng's hand.
The old man's hands were very old, and there were cracks on them, which were the marks left on his body by the years and the burden of life.
Huang Yucheng was in pain and slammed the old man's hand away.
"What's the matter with you? Can't you understand what I say? You are just a fake, worthless at all. Three thousand for you is already very high."
“If you want to sell, sell, if not, leave!”
Huang Yucheng frowned, without raising his head, staring at his phone, and quickly typed a few lines on a WeChat note for the youngest.
"My youngest, hurry up and come here. There is an old man in tattered clothes, and in his hand is an imitation blue and white amphorae. It is worth a lot of money. Come and buy it quickly!"
"How much should I spend to buy it?"
"The imitation blue and white amphora is worth between 150,000 and 180,000 yuan. The old guy is in a hurry to collect medical expenses for his son to save his life. Just lower the price as much as possible. Ten thousand to twenty thousand should be enough!"
When Huang Yucheng was appraising the old man, Ye Huan noticed something was wrong with his demeanor.
Especially his attitude towards the elderly does not look like a normal business person, but instead seems like he is deliberately pushing people away.
I couldn't help but look at it a few times.
Through the glass counter behind Huang Yucheng, I saw the message he sent, and my brows instantly wrinkled into the Chinese character "Sichuan".
The gaze he looked at Huang Yucheng was a little colder.
This Huang Yucheng, with his salary from Zhenbaofang, deliberately pushed the good stuff out when he encountered it, and then sent someone to buy it back himself.
Moreover, knowing that the old man was exchanging antique vases for money to raise medical expenses for his son, he did not hesitate to do so.
It’s simply worse than an animal!
It's okay if he doesn't know.
Now that he knows it, Huang Yucheng will not be allowed to get his wish.
When the old man left in despair, Ye Huan stopped him, "Old man, can you let me see your vase?"
Huang Yucheng's heart skipped a beat.
I don't know why Ye Huan said this, whether he discovered his plan or realized that the vase is a valuable thing.
However, no matter which one it is, it is very disadvantageous for him.
Feigning anger, "I already told you that this vase is a fake and worthless. What else are you looking at? Are you an appraiser or am I an appraiser?"
"I didn't say the vase was authentic, why are you panicking?"
"Who is panicking? I don't know what to say."
Huang Yucheng was shocked, knowing that he was too eager, so he quickly covered it up with sarcasm, "Young people nowadays don't know how high the sky is."
"I thought that after watching a few treasure appraisal shows, I would learn how to identify and be able to pick up the missing items at will. If it were really that simple, appraisers would have been all over the place."
"Don't tell me, I'm just looking for a treasure appraisal!"
Ye Huan smiled sarcastically, picked up the old man's vase and looked at it. Sure enough, it was an imitation blue and white amphorae.
Although the quality of this topaz is not very good, its appraisal ability is still remarkable.
"Old man, I will give you one hundred thousand yuan for this vase."
"real?"
The old man was overjoyed and muttered, "Great, great, San'er is saved. Now San'er is saved."
After he was happy, the old man asked anxiously: "Little sir, Mr. Huang just said that this is a fake and is only worth three thousand yuan at most, but you gave me one hundred thousand yuan. Isn't it too much? How about you give me five yuan?"
Ten thousand yuan is enough to treat San'er..."
The old man was very simple and honest. He obviously needed money urgently to save his son's life, but he was worried that Ye Huan would suffer a loss.
"Do not worry."
"Although this is an imitation, it is an imitation of the Qing Dynasty. It was made by a famous artist. The market price is around 150,000 yuan. We can still make a profit by collecting 100,000 yuan."
"That's good, that's good!"
After the two agreed, Ye Huan said to Qu Ying: "One hundred thousand yuan, give me the money!"
Huang Yucheng was not familiar with Ye Huan and could not control Ye Huan.
If Ye Huan bought it, there would be nothing he could do.
Now when he heard that Ye Huan asked Qu Ying to pay, obviously he bought it in the name of Zhenbaofang, he found an opportunity and said directly: "This vase is a fake, worthless, it's okay to buy it for a few thousand yuan.
If you buy it for 100,000 yuan, you will definitely lose your blood!"
Qu Ying looked at Huang Yucheng and then at Ye Huan.
I was a little hesitant for a while, not knowing who to believe.
From a professional point of view, she should trust Huang Yucheng. After all, Huang Yucheng is the appraiser in the store, and he usually performs many appraisals in the store.
But emotionally and intuitively, she was a little inclined to Ye Huan.
"Are you sure this thing is worth so much?" Qu Ying stared at Ye Huan.
"Of course, the original vase is in my home. There are several similar imitations. It is absolutely unmistakable."
"The toad yawned so loudly."
"I still have an authentic blue and white amphorae at your home. Do you know how much this vase is worth? A full 10 to 20 million!"
"Mr. Qu, you heard it too. This guy talks so much that he's not worthy of belief at all..."
Huang Yucheng kept chattering and tried his best to slander Ye Huan, making Qu Ying give up her plan to buy the vase.
However, before he finished speaking, Qu Ying said firmly, "I believe in Ye Huan!"