Then Xue Changrong smiled awkwardly and said: "No need, we also have an expert in the store. I will invite him over and let him inspect the porcelain one by one."
"And we have a rule in our store that if you find a counterfeit, you can only choose one item. No matter how many you find, you can only choose one."
When Chen Fan heard this, he seemed a little disappointed: "Oh, I thought I could make tens of millions today. Who knows, I can choose one."
The corners of Xue Changrong's eyes couldn't help but twitch. What Chen Fan meant was that there were not many genuine items in his Treasure Pavilion?!
Chen Fan looked at Qin Shuran and said with a smile: "It seems that my luck is really good. I didn't expect that I could pick up a good thing for nothing when I came to this antique street."
Qin Shuran was speechless for a moment.
Chen Fan looked at the porcelain on site, held his breath and began to choose.
After a while, Chen Fan shook his head in disappointment because he discovered that except for the few pieces of porcelain from the Republic of China that were genuine, all the other ones had problems.
Then he came to the calligraphy and painting area. Chen Fan searched online for ways to identify the authenticity of calligraphy and painting, but was disappointed afterwards.
He even muttered: "What kind of Treasure Pavilion is this? It's simply a fake Treasure Pavilion!"
Xue Changrong, who was following behind, heard this and his facial expression twitched a few times again, wishing he could crush Chen Fan to ashes right now.
You know, there are a lot of people around now, aren't they just slapping him in the face in public?
And he couldn't say anything yet, because he knew that the boy in front of him was not simple. Maybe the way he took out his mobile phone to search was just an illusion. In fact, he was a treasure appraiser.
Otherwise, it would be impossible to realize that the blue-glazed gold-painted vase from Ru Kiln in the Song Dynasty was a fake!
He is now afraid that if he conflicts with Chen Fan again and Chen Fan reveals the authenticity of his calligraphy and paintings, then his store may really be closed!
"Ahem, young man, hurry up and pick, we still have to do business." Xue Changrong had no choice but to urge.
He now wanted to tell Chen Fan to quickly pick something and get out.
Chen Fan shook his head in disappointment, ignored Xue Changrong at all, and came to the bronze area again.
Still looking disappointed, Chen Fan and Qin Shuran came to the rest area nearby.
Xue Changrong picked up the teapot, poured a cup of tea for Chen Fan and Qin Shuran and asked, "I wonder what you two think of it? Don't worry, no matter which thing you like, I, Xue, will give it to you two!"
Xue Changrong spoke in a loud voice, as if he was deliberately letting everyone hear him.
"I didn't expect that Boss Xue would actually do what he said. It's really rare for a boss to be honest like this."
"Yes, I knew that Boss Xue must have been deceived, otherwise how could he let that young man randomly pick something in the store."
"It seems that we mistakenly blamed Boss Xue. There are really not many antique shops that are honest like this. From now on, when I buy things, I will come to Zhenbao Pavilion!"
"Me too, we must strongly support people like Boss Xue who value integrity!"
Hearing the comments from the people around him, Xue Changrong finally showed a smile on his face. What he wanted to achieve was finally achieved.
However, Xue Changrong did not notice that Chen Fan, who was drinking tea, suddenly cast his eyes on the pumpkin-shaped purple clay teapot in Xue Changrong's hand.
Holding his breath and concentrating, Chen Fan looked at the pumpkin pot in front of him, and then discovered that there was a seal at the bottom of the pumpkin pot with the three characters Chen Ziqi written on it.
Chen Ziqi?
Chen Fan felt that this name was very familiar. He seemed to have seen it somewhere.
After thinking for a moment, Chen Fan remembered that he had seen it in a purple clay pot in his grandma's study, and his grandma had told him that this Chen Ziqi was also an ancestor of their Chen family, a well-known figure in the Ming Dynasty.
The master of purple clay pots is most famous for his purple clay pot called pumpkin pot, which is said to be worth hundreds of millions of yuan.
The purple clay teapot in their home is also an ancestral item in the family.
Chen Fan held his breath again and carefully observed the three characters Chen Ziqi inside the pumpkin pot. Chen Fan was shocked to find that these three characters were exactly the same as the seal inside the purple clay pot at his home.
A bright smile suddenly appeared on Chen Fan's face, and he looked at Xue Changrong in front of him: "Boss Xue is really hard to follow up on his words. I really admire you."
Xue Changrong smiled and said nothing. Coupled with Chen Fan's words, Xue Changrong was sure that not only would he not suffer a loss this time, he might also be able to make a lot of profits after his reputation as an honest and trustworthy person was established.
Chen Fan asked again: "Boss Xue, I can choose one of everything in this store, right?"
Xue Changrong nodded: "Yes, you can choose."
In fact, he doesn't care at all, because the most valuable antiques in this store, which are worth tens of thousands of yuan, are not painful to him.
But what Xue Changrong never expected was that Chen Fan reached for the pumpkin pot he had just put down.
Suddenly, Xue Changrong's face turned extremely ugly. He couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva and looked at Chen Fan nervously, wondering if Chen Fan would just pour a cup of tea.
But Xue Changrong thought too much, so Chen Fan took the pumpkin pot and looked at it for a moment, then said with a smile: "Boss Xue, I think the workmanship of this purple clay pot is good, this is the purple clay pot."
Xue Changrong was completely panicked and said quickly: "This, this is an imitation pumpkin pot. It is not valuable at all. If you don't like it, I will ask the store clerk to take you to our warehouse to have a look. There are some there.
Lots of treasures.”
Chen Fan looked at the pumpkin pot in his hand again.
Seeing this scene, Xue Changrong was frightened because he was really afraid that Chen Fan would throw the pumpkin pot on the ground and break it.
When Chen Fan saw Xue Changrong's nervous look, the corner of his mouth curled up. Now he was even more convinced that this pumpkin pot was a real pumpkin pot!
Chen Fan said calmly: "How can I want such valuable things from your store? If word spreads, wouldn't it mean that I took advantage of the situation? Forget it, just this purple clay pot. Since it is a replica, Boss Xue will go there again
Just buy one."
Xue Changrong was about to cry but had no tears. He thought, isn't this him taking advantage of the situation? You know, this pumpkin pot is worth hundreds of millions of yuan!
He spent half his life's savings to buy this from a wealthy businessman.
"Boss Xue, you see how sensible this young man is. Since it is a replica, give it to him."
"Yes, people don't want you to lose too much. It's rare to see a young man like this who doesn't like to take advantage of others."
"If not, just give it to him, Boss Xue, how much is a purple clay pot worth?"
When everyone around saw this scene, they quickly tried to persuade him and continued to praise Chen Fan.
Xue Changrong's face turned green when he heard the sounds around him!