When Yang Xiaobao met this man, who was in his fifties, wearing a blue Tang suit, his hair was combed with oily shinyness, and he wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.
When Yang Xiaobao saw this person named Feng Dehui for the first time, he felt uncomfortable.
This person is obviously a bit cunning.
He didn't understand why the old man had dated this way.
"Old man, look, this is a good thing."
As he said that, he took out a red wooden box from a safe.
Then he opened the wooden box and saw a very worn bowl inside.
There is a small gap at the edge of the bowl mouth, which seems to be a long time ago.
On the bowl, there are three blue and white grape patterns.
Seeing this bowl, Mr. Luo couldn't help but lit up and said, "This thing looks very elegant."
"That's natural, old man, do you know what this is?" the owner said with a smile.
"What?"
"This is a blue and white porcelain grape bowl of Ming Dynasty, and it has a history of hundreds of years."
Mr. Luo nodded repeatedly, his eyes kept staring at the bowl.
Yang Xiaobao looked at this bowl and searched for knowledge about the blue and white porcelain of the Ming Dynasty in his mind.
I have to say that in terms of cultural relics, the input of the mountain god is equivalent to an encyclopedia.
He immediately searched for knowledge about the blue and white porcelain grape bowls of 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 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 concerned about it." Mr. Luo said with a smile.
"Old man, this bowl will only show value in your hands." Feng Dehui said with a smile, "How about it, why don't you accept it?"
Mr. Luo was obviously moved.
But he still glanced at Yang Xiaobao.
In fact, he didn't ask Yang Xiaobao what this bowl was like. 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 is so kind to him, he must stand up now.
"Old man, I don't think there is any need to buy it." Yang Xiaobao smiled, "If this bowl is left with you, it will be too unworthy if it is broken by your cat."
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 that such a valuable thing will be broken by my cat."
In fact, Mr. Luo does not have cats at home.
"Old man, how can such a precious thing be placed on the shelf casually? It should be put up and only takes it out and take it out and take it out when there are guests."
The old man asked, "Boss Feng, how much does this bowl cost?"
Yang Xiaobao sighed secretly, it seemed that Mr. Luo really liked this thing.
"Actually, it's not expensive. I bought it for three million. If you really want it, I will give it to you at the original price. I will make a sincere friend like you."
It seems that Feng Dehui should have known Mr. Luo’s identity.
Mr. Luo looked at Yang Xiaobao again and wanted to ask for his opinion.
Yang Xiaobao knew that if he didn't say a few words at this time, Mr. Luo would definitely have to pay.
So he smiled and said, "Boss, is your thing really the blue and white from the Ming Dynasty?"
Feng Dehui looked up and down Yang Xiaobao and asked with a smile: "Old man, is this your assistant and driver?"
His words contained some ridicule.
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 him.
"Haha, young man, do you also understand this antique arts and other things?" Feng Dehui looked contemptuous.
"Understand a little bit." Yang Xiaobao said with a smile.
"Then tell me, how is this thing?" Feng Dehui snorted and asked.
Yang Xiaobao sighed and said, "I have seen it just now. Your thing is fake."
"What? My stuff is fake!?"
Feng Dehui almost jumped up when she heard Yang Xiaobao's words.
He trembled all over his body in anger and said, "Boy, he is young and he is just talking nonsense. If it weren't for the sake of the old man, I would never be able to spare you."
"What, is it wrong for me to say it's fake?"
"Boy, in our industry, there is no one who has been in ten or eight years, and I can't tell the truth or falsehood at all. I think you are only about twenty years old."
Yang Xiaobao smiled, nodded, and said, "You have a better kung fu than this antique kung fu."
"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 is this thing fake? If you can't explain it clearly, you can't leave today!"
Yang Xiaobao said this clearly because he was destroying other people's business and he would definitely not let him go.
I guess I heard the noise here and many people surrounded me.
Mr. Luo looked at Yang Xiaobao curiously, hoping that he would say something.
Mr. Luo would not be surprised at all about what happened to Yang Xiaobao.
Yang Xiaobao understands antiques and cultural relics, and Mr. Luo also thinks it is possible.
Yang Xiaobao saw that if he couldn't say anything today, Feng Dehui would definitely be entangled.
He sighed, pointed to the blue and white bowl and said, "Look at the lines of the blue and white grapes, they are too stiff, and the thick ink is a bit lighter."
"Hmph, boy, just by this, you just say that my bowl is fake?"
Yang Xiaobao said again: "There is still this gap. It seems that nothing is wrong. In fact, the fetal nature is modern at first glance. If I guess it well, it should be less than ten years."
Those onlookers started to whisper when they heard Yang Xiaobao's words.
"Boy, you can't say that my bowl is fake, I think you're just looking for trouble on purpose!"
"Ahem, Boss Feng, you can't say that."
"Old man, you are too protective of your shortcomings. He is destroying my business. How can I do business in the future?"
"Boss, you have accepted a fake, there should be nothing." Yang Xiaobao said loudly, "Isn't it normal to be your business?"
It is indeed normal to be affected by fakes.
But Boss Feng lost 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!" This chapter has been completed!