Yang Xiaobao saw this man, who was in his fifties. He was wearing a blue Tang suit, his hair was combed shiny, and he was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.
When Yang Xiaobao first saw this person named Feng Dehui, he felt uncomfortable.
This person is obviously a bit treacherous.
He didn't understand why the old man would associate with this kind of person.
"Old man, look at it, this is a good thing."
As he spoke, he took out a red wooden box from a safe.
Then he opened the wooden box and saw a very old bowl inside.
There is a small chip on the edge of the bowl, which looks like it is very old.
On the bowl, there is a pattern of three bunches of grapes in blue and white.
Seeing this bowl, Mr. Luo couldn't help but his eyes lit up and he said, "This thing looks very elegant."
"That's natural, old man, do you know what this is?" the shopkeeper said with a smile.
"What?"
"This is a blue and white porcelain grape bowl from the Ming Dynasty. It has a history of hundreds of years."
Mr. Luo nodded repeatedly, keeping his eyes on the bowl.
Yang Xiaobao looked at the bowl and searched in his mind for knowledge about the blue and white porcelain of the Ming Dynasty.
It has to be said that Shan Shen’s input is equivalent to an encyclopedia when it comes to literature and entertainment.
He immediately searched for knowledge about the blue and white porcelain grape bowl of the Ming Dynasty.
"Boss Feng, can I take a look?" Mr. Luo said with a smile.
"No problem, no problem."
Feng Dehui handed Mr. Luo a pair of gloves.
Mr. Luo put on his gloves, slowly picked up the bowl, and played with it for a long time.
"Old man, I spent a lot of money to buy this bowl. I thought you would like it, so I called you right away."
"Boss Feng is interested." Mr. Luo said with a smile.
"Old man, this bowl will only show its value in your hands." Feng Dehui said with a smile, "How about you accept it?"
Mr. Luo was obviously moved.
But he still glanced at Yang Xiaobao.
In fact, he didn't mean to ask Yang Xiaobao about this bowl. He just wanted to ask Yang Xiaobao to see if he would buy it today.
Yang Xiaobao has already seen that this so-called Ming Dynasty blue and white grape bowl is a fake.
Mr. Luo has been so kind to him, so he has to stand up now.
"Old man, I don't think there is any need to buy it." Yang Xiaobao said with a smile, "If you put this bowl at your place and it is broken by your cat, it will not be worth it."
A trace of doubt flashed in Mr. Luo's eyes, but he quickly understood what Yang Xiaobao meant.
"Yes, yes, Xiaobao is right. I'm afraid my cat will break such a precious thing."
In fact, Mr. Luo does not have a cat at home.
"Old man, how can such a precious thing be placed on the shelf casually? It should be put away and only taken out to see when there are guests."
The old man asked: "Boss Feng, how much does this bowl of yours cost?"
Yang Xiaobao sighed secretly, it seemed that Mr. Luo really liked this thing.
"It's actually not expensive. I bought it for three million. If you really want it, I'll give it to you at the original price. I sincerely want to make you my friend."
It seems that Feng Dehui should know the identity of Mr. Luo.
Mr. Luo looked at Yang Xiaobao again, wanting to ask for his opinion.
Yang Xiaobao knew that if he didn't come out and say a few words at this time, Mr. Luo would definitely have to pay.
So he smiled and said: "Boss, is this thing of yours really the blue and white of the Ming Dynasty?"
Feng Dehui looked Yang Xiaobao up and down and asked with a smile: "Old man, are these your assistant and driver?"
There was some sarcasm in his words.
But for Mr. Luo's sake, he didn't dare to say it clearly.
"Yes, I am the old man's assistant and driver."
Yang Xiaobao said without waiting for Mr. Luo to introduce himself.
"Haha, young man, do you know what this antique novel is about?" Feng Dehui looked contemptuous.
"I know a little bit," Yang Xiaobao said with a smile.
"Then tell me, how is this thing of mine?" Feng Dehui snorted and asked.
Yang Xiaobao sighed and said, "I have just seen it. This thing of yours is fake."
"What? My stuff is fake!?"
Feng Dehui almost jumped up when he heard Yang Xiaobao's words.
He trembled with anger and said: "Boy, you are so young and you are talking nonsense. If it were not for the sake of the old man, I would never forgive you."
"Why, am I wrong to say that it's false?"
"Boy, in our industry, no one is ten or eight years old. You can't tell the truth from the lie. I think you are only about twenty years old."
Yang Xiaobao smiled, nodded, and said, "Your ability to look at people is indeed better than your ability to look at this antique."
"Xiaobao, don't joke with Boss Feng." Mr. Luo quickly interrupted Yang Xiaobao and said, "Is this thing really fake?"
Yang Xiaobao smiled and said, "I think it's fake."
"Boy, tell me why this thing is fake? If you can't explain clearly, you don't want to leave today!"
When Yang Xiaobao said this, he was obviously ruining his business, and he would definitely not be allowed to leave.
Probably hearing the noise here, many people gathered around.
Mr. Luo looked at Yang Xiaobao curiously, hoping that he would tell him something.
Mr. Luo would not be surprised at all if something happened to Yang Xiaobao.
Yang Xiaobao knows about antiques and antiques, and Mr. Luo also thinks it is possible.
Yang Xiaobao thought that if he couldn't tell a good story today, Feng Dehui would definitely pester him endlessly.
He sighed, pointed at the blue and white bowl and said, "Look at the lines of the blue and white grapes. They are too stiff, and the areas where the ink should be thicker are actually a little lighter."
"Hmph, kid, just because of this, you're going to say that this bowl of mine is fake?"
Yang Xiaobao added: "There is still this gap. It looks like there is nothing wrong with it. In fact, the quality of the fetus is modern at first glance. If my guess is correct, it should be less than ten years old."
When those onlookers heard Yang Xiaobao's words, they all started talking in low voices.
"Boy, you can't say that this bowl of mine is fake. I think you are deliberately looking for trouble!"
"Ahem, Boss Feng, you can't say that."
"Old man, you, you are too protective of my shortcomings. He is destroying my business. How will I do business in the future?"
"Boss, it shouldn't be a big deal if you accepted a counterfeit product," Yang Xiaobao said loudly, "Isn't this normal in your line of work?"
It is indeed normal to receive counterfeit goods.
But Boss Feng would lose a lot of face in front of Mr. Luo.
"Boy, what you said cannot prove that my bowl is fake!" Feng Dehui said, "You must give me an explanation today!"