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Chapter 44: Self-inflicted humiliation (2)

"Let me talk about the two objects identified by Xiaozhuang...".

When Xu Wei, who was feeling ashamed, heard what Mr. Lu said, it was undoubtedly the sound of nature. The old man's words indeed diverted everyone's attention away from Xu Wei. Mr. Lu also wanted to help him out.

After all, this person was brought here by himself, and he was so ugly that he couldn't justify it.

Mr. Lu first picked up the wooden statue of Guanyin, looked at it carefully, and said with emotion: "The full name of this object is the wooden statue of Sprinkling Guanyin. It was wandering around Panjiayuan when I went to the capital five years ago.

I bought it when I saw it. From its patina, style, shape, and carving, it looked like an old object from the Ming Dynasty. I spent 30,000 yuan to buy it."

At this point, Mr. Lu showed a trace of embarrassment on his face, but he continued: "Later, I found some old friends who specialize in Buddhist sculptures and took a look at it. I found out that this water-sprinkling Guanyin is purely a modern imitation.

By making it old, I spent money to learn a lesson, and the reason why I keep it all the time is to let myself remember this lesson all the time."

Mr. Lu also looked away, and the more he spoke, the more calm he became. In this industry, who hasn't had to worry about paying tuition? This is not a particularly embarrassing thing in the first place.

"Boss Lu, I think this wood carving looks like an old object. Could it be that your old friends have misjudged it?" Although the meaning of Xu Wei's words was directed at Mr. Lu's friends, but

Everyone present could hear that these words were a bit bitter, and they couldn't help but secretly despise him.

When Xu Wei listened to the first half of Mr. Lu's words, he felt extremely happy. He thought that although he had made a mistake, Zhuang Rui had not made a mistake either. The two were considered a tie. Who knew that the old man's conversation would suddenly change?

It changed. In other words, that boy Zhuang Rui was fooled again. The reason why he used the word "Mist" was because he beat Xu Wei to death. He did not believe that Zhuang Rui could tell the authenticity of this wood carving with his eyesight.

Mr. Lu was secretly angry. He even told the story about the eye-punching incident, but this guy was still rubbing salt into other people's wounds. It was unethical. He couldn't help but snorted and said: "The carving and aging of this wood carving are all top-notch."

, it’s just that the person who faked it didn’t know much about the Sprinkling Guanyin. It is also called the Dripping Guanyin. Its shape is like holding a bottle in one hand to make water, and the other hand to make a seal or a poplar branch. But have you seen this Sprinkling Guanyin?

, but she was holding purification bottles in both hands. Such a mistake would have been impossible based on the ancient people's respect for Guanyin Bodhisattva. I didn't notice this detail at the time. I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed..."

After Mr. Lu finished speaking, he never talked to Xu Wei again, but picked up the snuff bottle and said: "This snuff bottle looks colorful and looks like a modern handicraft, but it is indeed an old object, and it is also a royal palace item.

The full name is 'Bronze Enamel Figures and Flowers Snuff Bottle'. It was made by the imperial government during the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty. There are not many in existence, probably only thirty or fifty. I have seen one similar to this one in the Palace Museum.

Uniquely, a Kangxi enamel snuff bottle sold at an auction the year before last was a little better than this one in workmanship and condition. It sold for 350,000 yuan at the time, and the one I have in my hand was made in the Qianlong year.

, should be around 200,000."

After saying this, Mr. Lu became excited. The previous depression about buying that wood carving disappeared. He even raised his voice a few degrees and continued: "I bought this in the old Tianjin city thirty years ago.

Guess how much it cost?"

The old man kept his words secret until now, and stopped talking, waiting for everyone to guess. After several people came up with a price, the old man stretched out his hand, shook it back and forth, and said: "Five yuan, that's not it."

The cash used was exchanged for five yuan of food stamps. The person who sold this thing was a descendant of the Eight Banners. After the fall of the Qing Dynasty, he stayed in Tianjin. This thing was left behind by his ancestors. The prodigal son simply

I don’t know the value of this thing, so I bought it with five yuan of food stamps. Xiaozhuang, how about it? When my old man was young, his eyesight was no worse than yours..."

Mr. Lu was talking about being full of energy and rosy. He had completely forgotten about buying the wood carving to have his eyes opened. In fact, all his old friends knew the story of the snuff bottle. This big leak had been publicized by this old man for ten years.

It has been a few years. In recent years, I have gotten older and have lost a lot of desire to win. In addition, Song Jun and the others are a generation later than Mr. Lu, so they have never had the opportunity to see this snuff bottle.

"Why is this man so lucky? How could he really know so much?"

After listening to Mr. Lu's words, Qin Xuanbing couldn't help but change her feelings towards Zhuang Rui. If you were lucky, it was possible to pick up the missing items once or twice, but to appreciate antiques, you need extremely profound theoretical knowledge and rich experience.

He has gained practical experience, and Zhuang Rui's performance obviously cannot be explained by just good luck.

"So, old man, these two things really fooled me? My luck is really good...".

Zhuang Rui seemed to be very happy and said. When he mentioned the word "Meng", his tone became much more serious. He cast his eyes sideways at Xu Wei, and the meaning was naturally self-evident.

Zhuang Rui originally had a calm personality. Although he had a lot of ideas, he was not the kind of person who was shallow and unforgiving, and he had a broad mind. However, today he was really annoyed by this pretty boy named Xu Wei. His words

Zhongya became polite.

After hearing Zhuang Rui's words, Xu Wei, who was still livid just now, actually laughed. He can hold a high position in a family company with complicated relationships, and he is somewhat capable. At least he can change his face in front of him.

It is beyond the reach of Zhuang Rui and others.

"It seems that I am the final loser in today's treasure appraisal event. I didn't say anything, but I am willing to accept defeat. I have invited you to be a guest today, and I also ask for your appreciation..." Xu Wei behaved very openly and somewhat successfully.

If a little girl who is not familiar with the world sees his charming personality, he will definitely be very fond of him.

"Since Mr. Xu also took out something today, why not let me appreciate it too?"

Qin Xuanbing said unexpectedly, looking at the jewelry box that Xu Wei had already put in his hand.

"Of course. This is designed by the famous jewelry designer I hired from the UK with a high salary. It is the most popular style in recent years and is most suitable for a beautiful woman like Miss Qin to wear."

Hearing Qin Xuanbing take the initiative to speak to him, Xu Wei couldn't help but feel a little carried away. He didn't believe that there were women in this world who were not bewitched by jewelry. In the past, he relied on this trick to pick up girls, and it was always detrimental.

When Xu Wei handed the exquisite jewelry box in his hand to Qin Xuanbing, Xu Wei was already thinking about the beautiful girl YY and Cheng Huan under him.

PS: Thank you Xiucai, Guifeng and Playing in the Nightmare for the big rewards.

I was in a bad mood today. When I woke up in the morning, a friend from the author group told me that this book was on some gentleman's list. I checked it out and immediately became very angry. I've seen pirated copies, but I've never seen such arrogant ones. I won't complain.

And a gentleman who steals and returns his mother is simply a small man's hall, a thief's hall, and I would like to greet the staff of the thief's hall, GNMDELBD


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