How much is it worth? That’s a pumpkin pot, a unique item in the world worth hundreds of millions of dollars!
At this time, Xue Changrong was in a dilemma.
If you don't give this thing to Chen Fan, I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to gain a foothold in this antique street in the future. After all, the antique industry is all about integrity, not to mention there are so many customers looking at it.
But if it were given to Chen Fan, it would be worth hundreds of millions, and he would be extremely reluctant to part with it because he had countless years of savings in it.
Chen Fan could naturally see what Xue Changrong was thinking, raised the corner of his mouth, and said with a fake sigh: "Oh, I didn't expect that Boss Xue wouldn't even give me an imitation purple clay pot, and kept saying, let me pick whatever I want.
It’s a very valuable treasure. I really don’t understand what Boss Xue is talking about. Is this treasure not as valuable as this imitation?”
Suddenly, everyone looked at Xue Changrong with doubts.
If it is true as Chen Fan said, I am afraid that all the objects in the Treasure Pavilion are undoubtedly fakes.
The newly established prestige and trust are on the verge of falling apart.
Feeling the questioning looks from the people around him, Xue Changrong's face turned extremely ugly. At this moment, he wanted to strangle Chen Fan alive.
After a moment of silence, Xue Changrong forced a smile on his face and said through gritted teeth: "I just don't want the young man to suffer. After all, he found a fake in my store. If he takes away an imitation purple clay pot, others will inevitably
Call me stingy."
Xue Changrong took a deep breath and said again: "Since the young man insists on this purple clay pot, let him take it!"
After saying these words, Xue Changrong felt that his heart was bleeding. It was a pumpkin pot that he had saved up for many years to buy. It was just given to others. How could he be willing to do so.
"Thank you very much, Boss Xue." Chen Fan showed joy on his face and poured out the tea leaves from the pumpkin pot.
Seeing this scene, Xue Changrong covered his eyes and couldn't bear to look directly.
Then Chen Fan winked at Qin Shuran, and they both stood up and left at the same time.
"Boss Xue, congratulations, you prevented the loss in time."
"You have to hurry up and find the seller who bought your piece of porcelain and ask him to compensate you in full. It's Boss Xue's blessing that he was able to recover his reputation and losses in time this time."
"That young man is really nice. He chose an imitation purple clay teapot. There are not many young men like him who don't like to take advantage of others."
Xue Changrong almost vomited out a mouthful of old blood and stopped the loss? His blessing? He still doesn't like to take advantage?!
He lost more than 100 million.
But how could he say this? He could only force a smile: "Yes, yes, everyone said it is good. I am going to find the seller of my piece of porcelain. Everyone, I will not be open today.
After I invite experts to come here to re-appraise the antiques before continuing to operate, I want to ensure that the items coming out of our Treasure Pavilion must be genuine!"
Wow!
There was a sound of applause.
"Well done, Boss Xue. From now on, I will only look for Zhenbao Pavilion when buying antiques!"
"Me too. When Boss Xue reopens his business, I will definitely come to support him."
After a while, Xue Changrong invited many guests out of the store, and his face became gloomy.
"Boss." A waiter came over.
Xue Changrong asked in a deep voice: "Have you sent someone to follow?"
"Following."
"No matter what means I use, that thing must be taken back to me!"
"Don't worry, I have already said hello. As long as there is a chance to do something, they will definitely bring the things back."
A chill appeared on Xue Changrong's face: "There is also that boy who dares to stir up trouble on my head. Cut off his hands and let him know the consequences of offending me!"
"Yes! I will contact them right away and I will not let that kid go!"
Chen Fan and Qin Shuran left the Treasure Pavilion. Qin Shuran looked at the pumpkin pot in Chen Fan's hand and asked with some confusion: "Why do you insist on his purple clay pot? Is there any difference?"
"And I just noticed that Boss Xue looked particularly nervous after seeing you choose this purple clay teapot."
Chen Fan handed the purple clay pot in his hand to Qin Shuran.
Qin Shuran looked at it suspiciously and found that there was no difference.
Chen Fan responded: "This thing is the most valuable thing in the Treasure Pavilion."
Qin Shuran couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Haha, you are so bad. No wonder that boss Xue is so nervous. I'm afraid he will be pissed to death by you!"
Then Qin Shuran seemed to have thought of something. She frowned slightly and looked at Chen Fan doubtfully: "Huh? That's not right. Didn't you say that you don't understand antiques and don't know how to appraise treasures? Then how do you know that the porcelain is a fake?
How do you know this purple clay teapot is the most valuable?"
Chen Fan then explained: "Open the lid and take a look. What's written inside?"
Qin Shuran did as he was told, and after opening the purple clay pot, read out the three words inside: "Chen Ziqi?"
Obviously, Qin Shuran didn't know much about this purple clay teapot, nor did she know who Chen Ziqi was.
"He is an ancestor of my family and a very famous master of purple clay pots. I can definitely recognize the items belonging to my ancestors at a glance. As for that piece of porcelain, I was actually blind. I only dared to do it after I accidentally dropped it on the ground.
I’m sure it’s a fake.”
Qin Shuran rolled her eyes at Chen Fan: "Go ahead and lie to ghosts, I don't believe it."
She was standing next to Chen Fan just now, and when Chen Fan broke the piece of porcelain, it didn't look like it was accidental at all.
Qin Shuran looked at Chen Fan next to him again.
Chen Fan felt a little scared when Qin Shuran looked at him: "What are you looking at me for?"
Qin Shuran said: "I'm very curious now, what else can you not do?"
Chen Fan smiled awkwardly and quickly changed the subject: "Aren't you going to give your grandpa a birthday gift? This purple clay teapot is quite nice. You can give it to your grandpa."
Qin Shuran refused: "I can't have it, this is what you got."
Chen Fan said again: "I came with you to buy something, so you also have a share of this thing, and I'm not interested in it, so just take it."
Seeing Chen Fan's persistence, Qin Shuran looked at the purple clay pot in her hand again, and finally nodded and agreed to accept it.
But at this moment, Chen Fan frowned slightly and stopped.
"What's wrong?" Qin Shuran asked.
Chen Fan glanced behind him at the alley on one side and said, "Trouble is coming."
"Trouble?" Qin Shuran looked around and found nothing wrong.
But she didn't know that Chen Fan was very keen now. He could feel that someone had been observing them. Just now, Chen Fan held his breath and looked at the corner behind him and the other side of the alley. There were about twenty people approaching them.
There are not many people on the antique street at this time, especially since the streets here are remote and the flow of people is less, which makes those people no longer afraid.
Chen Fan looked at Qin Shuran: "You take your things and go to the parking lot first."
Qin Shuran looked at Chen Fan solemnly and asked: "What happened?"
However, at this moment, a voice came over: "You two, I'm afraid you can't take this thing away."
Suddenly hearing a sound, Qin Shuran quickly looked around and found that dozens of figures were already standing in front of them.
Qin Shuran subconsciously took a few steps back towards the alley. When she turned around and looked behind her, she discovered that dozens of figures were walking towards the other side of the alley.
For a moment, Chen Fan and Qin Shuran were blocked in this small alley by these twenty men.