Yang Xiaobao snorted and said, "I have given you the explanation just now. If you don't think about whether what I said is right, you will make trouble here instead."
"I'm just messing around, you're just messing around!"
At this time, Mr. Luo couldn't stand it anymore, so he coughed and said, "Feng Dehui, you are a little distorted."
Feng Dehui immediately smiled and said, "Old man, you saw it just now. He just bullied me because he didn't want me to do business, so you don't care about it yourself."
"I said boss, are you really sure your stuff is real?"
Yang Xiaobao shook his head and said, "What I said is, what if it is fake?"
"If it's fake, what do you say, just do it!"
Yang Xiaobao nodded and said, "That's OK."
"What if it is true?" Feng Dehui sneered.
Yang Xiaobao snorted: "If it is true, let alone three million, even ten million, I will buy it too."
A blue and white bowl from the Ming Dynasty, three million, no matter how you joke, you have to start with tens of millions.
"Okay, okay, that's what you said." Feng Dehui's eyes lit up and he pointed at Yang Xiaobao and said.
Yang Xiaobao smiled and nodded, saying, "Yes, I said it."
"We two can't tell a truth in our judgment. I think how about finding an authoritative professional?"
When Mr. Luo heard Yang Xiaobao say this, he immediately nodded and said, "I think Xiaobao's suggestion is very good. I will call now and find an expert to come over."
As he said that, he took out his cell phone and made a call.
Fifteen minutes later, an old man with all white hair hurried in.
"Old Luo!"
"Haha, Mr. Liu, I'm so embarrassed. I disturbed your leisure time and asked you to come here specifically."
Yang Dehui and the onlookers took a breath when they saw the white-haired Old Liu.
"This, isn't this Master Liu who often appears on TV?"
"Yes, yes, it's him, the president of the Provincial Museum and the first appraisal expert in our province."
"The chief appraiser of the Provincial TV Treasure Appraisal Conference."
...
Those onlookers pointed at Mr. Liu and talked a lot.
Even Feng Dehui immediately became respectful when she saw him.
"Oh, I didn't expect it to be the famous Mr. Liu. You can visit my small shop, which really makes my small shop shining brightly!"
Feng Dehui stretched out her hand with a smile on her face, wanting to shake hands with Mr. Liu.
Old Liu smiled, shook hands with him, turned his head and asked Old Luo: "Old Luo, if you asked me to come this time, is there anything wrong?"
Mr. Luo pointed to the celadon grape bowl and said, "Old Liu, this boss Feng said that he had a good thing in. Let me see, my little friend..."
He pointed to Yang Xiaobao and said, "He said this bowl was fake, while Boss Feng said it was true and he couldn't tell the truth at the moment, so he wanted you to come over and make a decision."
Old Liu looked at the bowl curiously, and then looked at Yang Xiaobao curiously.
"this……"
He bent over and looked at the bowl, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.
Seeing Mr. Liu's expression, Feng Dehui smiled and said proudly: "I'll just say that this bowl is real, even Mr. Liu thinks it is real."
But Old Liu said coldly: "When did I say this bowl is real?"
Mr. Liu's words made Feng Dehui stupid there.
The rest of the people were also stunned.
"Old Liu, what you mean is this bowl..." Old Luo asked.
Old Liu smiled and said, "The grapes on this bowl are not very real, both in the lines and thick ink, and judging from this gap, the fetus is not from that era."
Everyone present was shocked.
They never expected that what Mr. Liu said was exactly the same as what Yang Xiaobao said.
Feng Dehui looked at Old Liu with disbelief and then looked at Yang Xiaobao.
He laughed dryly and said, "You two are not colluding with each other."
"Hmph, do you think we are colluding?" Old Liu said coldly, "You underestimate my character too much!"
"That's right, Feng Dehui, you've said a little too much. How could you say that to Mr. Liu like that?" Mr. Luo was also angry.
"But, this bowl..."
Old Liu snorted and asked, "Then let me ask you, how much did you buy this bowl?"
"Three million!"
"It's really three million?" Old Liu asked.
Feng Dehui's face changed and she said stutteredly: "Old Liu, since it is fake, don't ask how much it costs."
"Hmph, I've seen this bowl, it was in the hands of a friend. We knew it was fake at that time. He bought it for 3,000 yuan and sold it for 5,000 yuan."
When many people heard Mr. Liu's words, they immediately widened their eyes in surprise.
Old Liu snorted coldly and said, "If I'm not wrong, the person I bought for 5,000 yuan should be you."
Feng Dehui was exposed by Mr. Liu, and cold sweat suddenly appeared on her face.
He looked at Mr. Luo uneasyly.
Mr. Luo's face was so gloomy and terrible.
Yang Xiaobao mocked: "I didn't expect that some people would dare to sell three million for 5,000 yuan."
Feng Dehui wiped the sweat from her face and said to Mr. Luo: "Mr., I think this is true, so..."
"Okay, Feng Dehui, you need to say anything. I didn't expect you to be such a person. It seems that I'm really blind and believe you."
Feng Dehui knew that if he offended Mr. Luo, he would not have the idea of opening a store here to do business again.
"Feng Dehui, why don't you apologize to Mr. Luo quickly!" Old Liu said coldly.
"Pu!" Feng Dehui's legs were so scared that she weakened and she knelt directly on the ground.
"Old man, I was wrong, I was really wrong, you forgive me." Feng Dehui said with a sad face.
Mr. Luo waved his hand and said, "Feng Dehui, get up, you make others think I bully you. You and I are in a business relationship, and I just don't buy your things."
Seeing Mr. Luo say this, Feng Dehui clearly refused to forgive him, but there was no way, so she could only stand up in disappointment.
"Young man, I didn't expect you to see that this thing is fake. It seems that you have a deep understanding of antiques."
At this time, Mr. Liu no longer paid attention to Feng Dehui, but turned around and looked at Yang Xiaobao and said with a smile.
Yang Xiaobao quickly waved his hand and said, "This little thing in front of you is nothing."
"Xiaobao, thank you. If it weren't for you this time, I might have been cheated by this bastard!" said Mr. Luo.
Yang Xiaobao turned around and looked at Feng Dehui, snorted, and said, "We bet just now, do you still remember it?"
Feng Dehui was about to cry, and he nodded and said, "Remember, remember." This chapter has been completed!