Xiao Ruobing and the others didn't know where Ye Fan's stone gambling ability came from, but they knew that Wang's Antiques was completely ruined.
As long as people mention Ye Fan's amazing performance, they will laugh at Wang's antiques' incompetence.
Ye Fan used 800 million to take away 8 billion, but also scrapped nearly 8,000 rough stones. What else could it be if he wasn't incompetent?
As a result, it will be difficult for Wang's Antiques to raise its head, and the rough stone business will be completely destroyed. Anyone who sees Wang's rough stones will instinctively think of waste.
Other antique businesses will also be indirectly affected.
So watching Emperor Du Qing and the others move away the jade pieces piece by piece, Zhao Siqi and Xiao Ruobing were so angry that their teeth almost broke.
They really wanted to rush up and snatch it back.
"I said, I want to say this for Mr. Du."
Ye Fan didn't restrain himself at all, and wandered up to the two women: "What, are you convinced now?"
Xiao Ruobing was filled with hatred: "Ye Fan, I will not let you go. Sooner or later, I will cut you into pieces."
Zhao Siqi also had a cold look: "I will tell Mr. Wang exactly what happened today."
"Hey, are you still threatening me now?"
There was a hint of joking in the corner of Ye Fan's mouth: "Wasn't it just a bullshit? Did you ask me to just buy it? Now it's like you can't afford to lose again?"
"You really embarrass Wang Qiaochu."
"You are so stubborn that you can't get along with me, so I will settle old scores with you."
He pointed at Xiao Ruobing:
"Give you ten minutes and return the five million you received. I won't embarrass you today."
"Otherwise you will be completely desperate."
Ye Fan remains strong.
"Back to you?"
Xiao Ruobing was almost furious when he heard this, and looked at Mark as if he were an idiot: "Why?"
Ye Fan smiled: "No reason, you just need to know that the five million yuan you paid must be returned to me, otherwise the consequences will be very serious."
"Don't think I went too far. You sent the Rainy Night Butcher to kill me. I haven't settled this debt with you yet."
He looked at the plum watch: "There are still six minutes..."
Xiao Ruobing's pretty face changed slightly when she heard about the butcher on a rainy night. She once thought that they were unlucky to encounter the police during the massacre, but now it seems that they fell into the hands of Ye Fan.
She felt that she couldn't see through Ye Fan, a wimp who was called a grandson by Tang Sanguo. How could he trample her so miserably?
But she quickly regained her composure:
"Ye Fan, I admit that you have some moral integrity, but that doesn't mean you can step on us."
Xiao Ruobing's pretty face turned cold: "You have already won 8 billion, and you have also destroyed our 8,000 rough stones. We have already lost completely."
"How else can you hit us?"
"I will never return these five million to you. If you have the ability, just take it out and see."
Both sides have fought to this point. There is no point in her compromising and admitting defeat. She might as well fight to the end to maintain her final dignity.
Zhao Siqi also looked at Ye Fan coldly: "If you still have the means, just use it, the two of us will bear it all."
"Two beauties, although I don't know what leverage Brother Fei has, I advise you to return the five million to him as soon as possible."
Emperor Du Qing, who was holding a piece of imperial green, ran over to join in the fun: "Can you afford to offend the owner of two hundred rough stones that are all green?"
He was originally angry at the two women and even considered setting them on fire in the middle of the night and kidnapping them, but now he has no resentment at all and is sympathetic.
Eight billion, plus eight thousand rough stones, Emperor Du Qing estimated that Wang's Antiques would be unable to recover for a year and a half.
Moreover, Wang Qiaochu lost more than 20 billion, and both Xiao Ruobing and Zhao Siqi would have a very hard time.
"Do not talk nonsense!"
Xiao Ruobing stared at Ye Fan with contempt: "Five million, I will never give it back to you."
"If this is the case, then don't blame me for killing them all."
Ye Fan laughed loudly when he heard this, and then clapped his hands: "Xiao Ruobing, remember, this is a waste of opportunity for you."
Xiao Ruobing raised her head stubbornly: "Just let the horse come over."
Zhao Siqi also held his hands to watch what Ye Fan was playing.
When everyone saw Ye Fan and Xiao Ruobing having another conflict, they immediately came over curiously to find out what was going on. There were many customers who were doing business among them.
The surprise brought by Ye Fan made them very interested in Ye Fan.
"Sir, please lend me the antique you have."
Ye Fan pointed at a middle-aged fat man who weighed more than 200 kilograms. In his arms was a blue and white porcelain that had just been traded.
"Easy to say, easy to say."
The fat man ran over happily and handed the blue and white porcelain into Ye Fan's hand:
"Master Ye, you have a sharp eye, help me control my eyes."
"This is the Ming Dynasty blue and white porcelain that I have been looking at for several days and just decided to buy it today."
He stretched out two fingers: "Twenty million, do you think it's worth the price?"
Emperor Du Qing and others looked at Ye Fan instantly. He was so good at gambling on stones. I wonder if looking at antiques would be as awesome?
Xiao Ruobing's eyelids twitched, but she didn't say anything. She just raised the corners of her mouth, showing a bit of arrogance and ridicule.
Ye Fan did not respond directly to the fat man. He picked up the Ming Dynasty blue and white porcelain and threw it on the ground.
"when!"
There was a crisp sound, and the blue and white porcelain shattered, shocking the entire audience.
The sound of smashing not only stunned the good guys, but even Du Qingdi and others were stunned on the spot.
They couldn't believe that Ye Fan would smash blue and white porcelain, and they couldn't help but exclaimed.
The middle-aged fat man was even more dumbfounded. He stared at the blue and white porcelain fragments on the ground with an ugly expression, as if it was his son who had fallen.
Twenty million.
"Master Ye, what are you doing?"
He looked anxiously: "This is blue and white porcelain, blue and white porcelain."
"I'm saving you from embarrassment."
Ye Fan kicked the blue and white porcelain fragments: "This is fake.
The whole audience was in an uproar: "Fake?"
The middle-aged fat man also suddenly trembled: "This is impossible!"
Ye Fan picked up a few fragments: "This blue and white porcelain is mixed with real and fake.
"One-third of the materials are real, and the other two-thirds are imitations by later generations and then re-fired using splicing techniques."
"In other words, they split one into three and made three copies of the money."
"If it's fired well, it can be almost as real as the fake. From the outside, there won't be any flaws."
When the middle-aged fat man and the others were shaken, Ye Fan threw a few fragments over:
"But after the blue and white porcelain was broken, the flaws became obvious."
"I have re-examined the fragments and I am now 100 percent certain that it is a forgery."
"Look at the fragment in your hand. You can see the traces of joints from the inside. It is not an official kiln of the Ming Dynasty."
"It's not worth twenty million either."
Ye Fan clapped his hands: "Two thousand yuan."
Many people present are regular visitors to the antique street. Although their skills are not very advanced, they still have some basic knowledge.
The middle-aged fat man has been immersed in it for many years, and his eyesight is comparable to that of a second-level appraiser.
He picked up a pile of fragments and examined them carefully. Sure enough, there were three small marks on the inside of the basin, as if it had been re-fired.
Then, he pinched out a small piece of porcelain from the fragments.
This is modern porcelain!
No doubt it was mixed in during recasting.
"You bastard! You even lied to me. I'm your old customer. I'm a regular customer."
The middle-aged fat man slapped Xiao Ruobing on the face and shouted:
"I will never come here again..."
"This is a black shop, a black shop, worse than a street stall!"
Xiao Ruobing snorted and took a few steps back, but did not fight back, but there was anger in her eyes.
Wang's Antiques has been able to develop rapidly not only because of its strong backing, but also because unlike other antique shops that are a mixed bag of good and bad, it only sells genuine products.
It claims that as long as you are willing to spend enough money, the antiques purchased from Wang's Antiques are 100% authentic.
Now being slapped in the face by Ye Fan instantly made the customer furious.
They never expected that Wang's antique tricks would be so deep.
Half truth and half falsehood, one person earning three shares of money is simply profit-seeking and insane.
"Black shop, dark shop!"
"Return! Return!"
Countless customers threw away the antiques in their hands, canceled the transaction on the spot, and some people rushed back from outside to return goods...
Suddenly, Wang's antiques were in full swing, and hundreds of people were crowded in the entire hall.
Xiao Ruobing and Zhao Siqi were completely desperate. They never thought that Ye Fan had such a skill.
This time, the brand of Wang's Antiques can't be saved.
"Five million, and your few ring heads, keep them for now."
Ye Fan laughed loudly: "Someday I meet you, I will ask you for it again."
Xiao Ruobing covered her pretty face in pain and watched Ye Fan walk away with grief and anger...
Kill them all.
Zhao Siqi also wanted to vomit blood. She held back her anger, took out her cell phone and shouted:
"Huang Sanzhong, I want you to deal with someone..."
