On the territory of the Antiques Association, he did not dare to take direct action against Lu Yu and others.
But when it comes to antiques, the Antiques Association will not interfere in humiliating Lu Yu and the others.
"What's the matter? I just like it." Dong Xiang took a look at Yang Junzhe and understood.
"Haha, okay, just buy it! You will cry when you wait for the appraisal."
Yang Junzhe snorted coldly and stood aside without saying anything.
Dong Xiangming signed the contract and immediately took the two collections in his hands.
However, the more Dong Xiangming looked at it, the more uncomfortable it felt.
These two things are simply too common!
There is nothing special about either style or texture.
Especially the palm-sized piece of yin-yang jade, which feels like a broken stone on the roadside.
Lu Yu looked at Dong Xiangming's face and originally wanted to explain it to him, but then she shook her head and let it go.
There is no need to say more about some things, time will prove everything.
In the following process, Lu Yu once again asked Dong Xiangming to take down a collection.
The quality of the collection this time was quite good, but the price offered by the other party was eight million, which made Dong Xiangming a little hesitant.
But Lu Yu still suggested that he take it, so Dong Xiangming decided to use his credit card to buy it.
During this selection process, Wang Ruida also won several lots.
That Yang Junzhe seemed to be crazy. As long as Dong Xiangming and Wang Ruida liked something, he would come over to look at it.
Whenever Lu Yu said that he would not let Wang Ruida and Dong Xiangming buy something, Yang Junzhe would immediately buy it.
Looking at him like that, he was deliberately going against Lu Yu.
But it doesn’t matter now. When it comes to appraisal later, whether you can win the bid and find out what’s missing is the most important thing.
After Nangong Lingyue saw it, she simply stopped talking. Anyway, she couldn't persuade Dong Xiangming.
She couldn't understand why Dong Xiangming trusted Lu Yu so much.
"Dong Xiangming, let me tell you again, it's okay for you to mess around with Lu Yu!"
"You spent all your pocket money today, don't ask me to borrow it from you in the future." Nangong Lingyue said again.
"Ahem, cousin, I won't buy it, I won't buy it, my pocket is already clean." Dong Xiangming said with a smile.
Wang Ruida also weighed the two things in his hands at this time and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Lu, these two things can really make us make a fortune?"
"As long as the appraiser is not blind, three to five billion will be no problem." Lu Yu smiled confidently.
"Bah! Lu Yu, why don't you pretend that you can die?" Nangong Lingyue rolled her eyes, feeling very disdainful.
Just as Lu Yu was about to speak, his eyes suddenly moved and he looked at a small booth five meters away.
The small booth was in a remote location, and there wasn't even a soft cloth on the table, only a broken porcelain bowl.
On other exhibition stands, there were layers of soft cloth spread out, for fear that the collection would be knocked down while holding it.
So compared to other places, this booth looks a bit shabby.
At this time, no one among the antique lovers in the hall paid much attention to the porcelain bowl.
Even if you were passing by, you would just glance at it and then walk straight past.
Lu Yu looked at the porcelain bowl and walked over directly.
Dong Xiangming and Wang Ruida also immediately followed Lu Yu's footsteps.
Nangong Lingyue rolled her eyes again and had no choice but to follow.
Lu Yu came to the booth and looked at the porcelain bowl with serious eyes.
The whole body is white, with a blue pattern on the mouth of the bowl. At first glance, it looks like blue and white porcelain, but Lu Yu is very sure in his heart that this is not blue and white porcelain.
"Hello, can I pick it up and take a look?" Lu Yu looked at an old man behind the booth.
The old man looked to be about sixty years old. Like his antique, he looked out of place in his surroundings.
The other antique collectors were all well-dressed and in good condition, but he looked like an old man sweeping the streets.
"Okay! Let's see."
The old man stood up immediately, with a look of anticipation in his eyes that made Lu Yu a little confused.
Then, Lu Yu carefully picked up the porcelain bowl and played with it in his hands.
To the touch, it is just like ordinary porcelain, very ordinary.
There are no traces of its age inside or outside the bowl.
It's more like a product of modern times.
Lu Yu frowned slightly, weighed it in his hand, then stretched out his finger and flicked the mouth of the bowl.
"bite!"
A crisp voice came, attracting the attention of many people.
But this sound is very common, and porcelain can basically make this sound.
However, Lu Yu's pupils shrank and he looked at the porcelain bowl again.
Then, Lu Yu wrapped the entire bottom of the bowl with his left hand and popped out his right index finger again.
This time, the force used was stronger.
"Ding!" A clearer voice came out.
Lu Yu's eyes became more solemn, and the porcelain was completely wrapped in his palm. How could it still make such a crisp sound?
"What's wrong, Brother Yu, is this a good thing?" Dong Xiangming asked.
Lu Yu shook his head slightly, then looked at the old man and asked, "Old man, may I ask your name?"
"My surname is Song." The old man replied immediately, but there was something strange in his eyes.
Dong Xiangming and Wang Ruida, including Nangong Lingyue, were also strangely cruel.
Lu Yu doesn't ask about antiques, but what's the relationship between asking about people's last names?
"Uncle Song, where did you get this porcelain bowl?" Lu Yu asked again.
"Haha, I know!"
At this moment, Yang Junzhe came up again.
Then, before the old man surnamed Song could speak, he continued: "If I guess correctly, this porcelain bowl is also a family heirloom of Old Man Song, right?"
Hearing Yang Junzhe's words, the others burst into laughter and then gathered around.
"What's going on?" Lu Yu turned around and asked.
"Ahem, Brother Yu, you don't know something. This old man Song has been coming to the antique appreciation meeting for two years, and he brings a collection every year."
"...Every time the collection was brought, it was said to be a family heirloom, but after it was bought, it was identified as a fake every time."
"If he presents fakes for three consecutive years, he will never be able to enter the Antique Appreciation Society again. This year is his last chance."
"But even though he came this year, no one is willing to believe him." Dong Xiangming lowered his voice and explained to Lu Yu.
Lu Yu nodded, indicating that he understood.
"Uncle Song, since it is a family heirloom, why do you want to sell it?" Lu Yu asked with a slight frown.
The old man surnamed Song was silent for two seconds and sighed: "I just want to rectify the things passed down from our family. These things must be true."
"This has been passed down from generation to generation in my family, but...it's just that they don't know the stuff!"
Having said this, the old man surnamed Song was a little excited, and his face even turned red.
"Haha! We don't know the goods? Then the result of the appraisal by the Antique Association's master appraiser, can it be fake?"
"Don't tell me, last year I bought him a handful of jade Ruyi, but it turned out to be fake, so I threw it into the sea on the spot."
There was another round of laughter all around, and the old man surnamed Song looked more and more embarrassed and muttered: "It's just that you guys don't know the stuff. If it wasn't true, it wouldn't have been passed down for so many years."
Lu Yu took a deep look at the old man named Song and asked, "Uncle Song, how much do you want to sell it for?"
"I want to sell it for 50 million!!"
The old man surnamed Song didn't know whether it was out of anger or something, but he spoke loudly.