Mr. Wei took a deep breath and looked blankly at the white-haired old man who came out from behind the lifted curtain.
Boss Dai is the chairman of the China Auction Association.
In the past few decades, it has always been.
It can be said that he is the pinnacle of the Chinese auction house.
No matter how unreal it is, or how fake it is, in his eyes, there is absolutely no possibility of it being confused.
Over the years, Boss Dai has been trying to resign as chairman of the Auction Association, but he has never succeeded. After all, a successor who can take over his responsibility has not yet been found.
The auction houses in the south have a very important position in China, but even people like Uncle Gui have not seen Boss Dai come out for some years.
Not to mention Mr. Wei.
So, at this moment, everyone realized belatedly that Boss Dai was the expert boss that Boss Gui mentioned at the beginning, who was definitely powerful enough to convince everyone.
A glimmer of hope ignited in Mr. Wei's heart.
"Boss Dai, now that you are here, I will feel relieved..."
Stretching out his hand and putting it on Wei Jinrong's arm, Mr. Wei walked onto the stage tremblingly, pointed at the gourd bottle that Ye Wan put back on the shelf and said, "Then please give me some help."
As he said this, Mr. Wei gave Ye Wan a sideways glance.
The meaning in the eyes is clear: Stay here! Boss Dai is here, do you, a yellow-haired girl, have the right to talk?
Before Ye Wan could lift her foot, Boss Dai spoke, "Fake!"
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There was dead silence in the whole place.
Mr. Wei hunched over and was stunned, "You...what did you say?"
Mr. Luo also looked in disbelief, "Old Dai, would you like to take a closer look?"
His old eyes were blurry, but when he went over and looked around, it was clear that it really couldn't be true anymore.
But Boss Dai didn’t even look at it and just said it was fake?
"Boss Dai..."
Mr. Luo's words gave Mr. Wei some of his remaining confidence, and his face was not as ugly as before, "I won't tell you the origin of this thing. But you just said it was fake without even looking at it. If it wasn't for the biased gang,
Yellow-haired girl, you think I’m a fool!”
"I don't know whether you are stupid or not. I only know that your gourd bottle is fake!"
Boss Dai glanced at Ye Wan and said slowly: "Because the real thing is in the Gu Palace Museum."
Wei Jinrong suddenly raised his head, "Impossible!"
Boss Dai squinted his eyes and glanced at Wei Jinrong, but he said to Mr. Wei, "Young men are certainly formidable, but I haven't seen such a rude young man in some years."
These words were equivalent to slapping Wei Jinrong in the face in front of so many people.
Wei Jinrong's face turned red.
On the side, Mr. Wei frowned and said, "I got this gourd bottle from overseas. That place happened to be on the route where gourd bottles were transported back to China from overseas."
"It's true that the older you get, the more stubborn you become..."
Boss Dai muttered angrily, took out his cell phone, opened one of the pictures and threw it in front of Mr. Wei.
In the stands, several old men put on reading glasses.
On the screen of the mobile phone is a 360° photo of a gourd bottle with no blind spots.
The document shows that more than ten archaeological experts have identified the gourd bottle and confirmed that it is the Qianlong gourd bottle from the Qing Dynasty that was lost 15 years ago.
The document was compiled five years ago.
"If you hadn't missed the special treasure exhibition that year, you would have seen it at the Kugong Museum five years ago. But it's not too late. At the Gugong Museum special treasure exhibition on November this year, you can go and see the real thing.
No matter what, you naturally know how fake this is!"
After Boss Dai finished speaking, he put away his mobile phone.
Then he looked back at Ye Wan, "Miss, what do you think?"
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Before the conclusion that the Wei family heirloom was a fake was fully digested, another news that shocked the entire audience was heard.
The eyes of hundreds of people all fell on Ye Wan.