Lan Junhua stood opposite, looked at Jiang Zhihao, then at the jade carving, and finally shook his head slightly.
She had little confidence in Jiang Zhihao, not to mention that a knowledgeable person like her grandfather repeatedly tried to dissuade him, obviously not wanting to embarrass him.
But this guy doesn't appreciate it and insists on doing it, which is really humiliating himself.
Such thoughts made Lan Junhua feel a little better after being shocked by the arrival of Wei Chunkai and others.
Only when Jiang Zhihao is frustrated can she maintain her previous judgment.
The female companions next to me didn't think so. They all curled their lips and said, "I think what Mr. Jiang said is true. Who dares to stand up and talk nonsense in this kind of situation without a few brushes?"
"Yes, I also believe in Mr. Jiang!"
Lan Junhua glanced at a few people and said quietly: "You are all blinded by appearances. You will realize how wrong you are later."
Soon, the knife came. It was a very sharp meat cleaver.
Jiang Zhihao took it and said to Mao Ziyun: "Although it is sweat jade, it is of some value. If you cut out the traces, the value is not that high."
"Don't worry, it's really bad. I won't ask you to compensate! Look at the arrogance of a little family like you!" Mao Ziyun said disdainfully.
Jiang Zhihao didn't say any more, he took the knife and put it on the carving, and made a sharp cut.
Amidst the harsh friction sound, a clearly visible mark appeared.
Many knowledgeable people were stunned, and some even exclaimed: "Impossible! The hardness of mutton-fat jade is very high, and it is impossible for a knife to make a mark!"
Lan Kehan was also stunned. He knew better than anyone else that this was impossible. Since it happened, there was only one reason.
This thing is really, as Jiang Zhihao said, not pure mutton-fat jade, but a material called sweat jade!
"Impossible!" Mao Ziyun's face turned red and he said excitedly: "You must have used some means, yes, you smashed it out!"
Jiang Zhihao directly handed him the knife in his hand and said, "If you don't believe it, you can try it yourself."
Mao Ziyun took the knife, gritted his teeth and slashed the door.
Although the knife marks are not as deep as Jiang Zhihao's, they can still be seen.
His face suddenly turned redder. With the facts in front of him, what else was there to say?
"The difference between Afghan jade and mutton-fat jade is mainly in the hierarchical structure. If you look carefully, you can see some of it. The most important thing is that its oiliness is so good that it can reach this grade of mutton-fat jade and it is so large.
, you can’t buy it even if you spend 10 million. What’s more, this carver looks like it was carved by a machine. It’s really high-quality mutton-fat jade, and it can only be carved by hand. Now, do you have any questions?” Jiang Zhihao asked.
Mao Ziyun's face was so red that it was almost turning black. He couldn't say anything to refute. He stood there holding the knife, his body trembling slightly.
If this piece of information is really fake, then he not only lost people here, but also lost a lot of money.
Someone has already made a mockery of it and spent 10 million to buy a piece of fake mutton-fat jade and come to give Lan Kehan a favor. This is really a loss of face.
Lan Kehan's face also looked ugly. In addition to being surprised, he was more ashamed.
He didn't expect that all his years of experience would be misjudged today.