In fact, you can't blame Zhao Defa, a billionaire, for being so nervous. After all, these two palm-sized cups are not cheap.
Just in April 1999, that is, last year, at the Chinese cultural relics and art auction held by Sotheby's in Hong Kong, a well-preserved Ming Dynasty Chenghua fighting color chicken cup was sold for 29.17 million Hong Kong dollars.
The sky-high price became the highest transaction record for ancient Chinese porcelain in the auction market at that time.
At the current exchange rate of Hong Kong dollars against RMB, if nearly 30 million Hong Kong dollars are converted into RMB, it would be equivalent to nearly 24 million!
Although the prices of the items sold at the auction may be a bit exaggerated, the market price of a chicken bowl cup is over 20 million, which is simply too much. What's more, the one on display here is not just one but a pair.
You must know that in the antique industry, the value of pairs and sets of antiques is not as simple as one plus one equals two, but equals three, equals four, or even higher value. This also means that if this pair of Ming Chenghua chickens
The jar cup was real, and if Zhao Defa wanted to buy it, he would have to pay at least 60 million, or even higher.
With such a large amount of money, even with Zhao Defa's current net worth, he has to be cautious. After all, Huatai Group, with assets of nearly 10 billion, does not belong to him alone.
Therefore, if he could not hear a positive answer from Mr. Li, then he would naturally not be willing to pay the money easily.
Seeing the tangled look on Zhao Defa's face, Mr. Li, who was cautious by nature, shook his head slightly and said with a complicated expression: "Boss Zhao, although I can't find anything wrong with this pair of cups, I still feel that something is wrong." After a pause.
After a moment, he sighed, "Maybe my appraisal skills are not good enough!"
"Don't say that, otherwise I won't have the nerve to ask you to come and appraise things for me in the future!" Zhao Defa said quickly.
At this time, Ichiro Fujita and the middle-aged man surnamed Wang who were sitting on the side looked at each other strangely. The latter stood up and said: "Mr. Zhao, this pair of chicken pot cups is the heirloom of Mr. Fujita. They are absolutely from the Ming Dynasty."
Porcelain treasures. If Mr. Fujita had not encountered trouble in business, he would never put it up for sale. Therefore, we hope that Mr. Zhao can take notice as soon as possible. If you do not want to buy this pair of porcelain treasures and art treasures,
Then we won’t force it, and I believe other collectors in China will not miss them!”
After hearing this, before Zhao Defa could speak, Li Yuncong, who was sitting next to Liu Dong, said in an angry tone: "What a big-tailed wolf! That bullshit heirloom is not plundering our China. And, as a Chinese, he actually
You can say this without blushing, it really embarrasses us descendants of Yan and Huang!"
Although Li Yuncong's words were not loud, they were enough for everyone sitting here to hear clearly.
"Asshole, what did you say?"
After hearing what Li Yuncong said, the middle-aged man named Wang cursed with an angry look on his face.
At this time, Liu Dong, who had also disliked them for a long time, also stood up and said: "What? Did he say it wrong just now? As long as you are Chinese, you will know that this thing is Chinese. I didn't expect it to be in your mouth,
It actually became the heirloom of this Japanese devil. Now I wonder if you are Chinese. You can actually say such idiotic words!"
Historically during the Republic of China, apart from Taiwan and Northeast China, Shandong Province was the most severely persecuted by the Japanese. Jinan Massacre, Jinxiang Massacre, Wuzhai Mountain Massacre, etc. Thousands of Shandong people died in this series of massacres.
Tens of thousands. Although half a century has passed since World War II, this deep-seated hatred is still deeply engraved in the bones of Shandong people. Basically, nine and a half out of ten Shandong people have no regard for the Japanese.
I have a good impression, and Liu Dong is no exception.
"Haha, Brother Liu is so right!"
Listening to Li Yuncong's somewhat arrogant laughter, Mr. Li couldn't help but smile and shake his head, and did not say anything to stop him. Zhao Defa, who had long been dissatisfied with the arrogance of the middle-aged man named Wang, also stood aside and said nothing. At the beginning,
If he hadn't thought about buying back China's lost national treasure from the Japanese, he would have driven these two arrogant guys out long ago.
"You, you...!" The middle-aged man named Wang turned purple with anger at Liu Dong's words. He pointed at Liu Dong with his trembling index finger on his right hand. He didn't know how to refute for a moment.
"What are you doing? You'd better hurry up and get out with your Japanese master with these broken cups. Fuck, a Chinese actually followed the Japanese devils and deceived his compatriots with fake goods!" Liu Dong's venomous tongue is not at all comparable to that of Liu Dong.
Others are worse.
After hearing what he said, a look of panic flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged man named Wang, and he forgot to refute Liu Dong for a moment.
"Baga! Chinese, you said this pair of chicken cups are fake. Do you have any evidence?" At this moment, Ichiro Fujita suddenly asked in smooth Chinese.
"Hey, it turns out you can speak Chinese! You, you just pretended to look like it!" Liu Dong sneered.
Hearing his words, a look of regret flashed across Ichiro Fujita's face. He just heard Liu Dong say that the pair of chicken cups were fake, and he became anxious and forgot about his previous plan with Wang Zhao. Wait until
Now that I have come back to my senses, it is already too late to recover.
At this time, a look of panic also appeared on Wang Zhao's face. Although it disappeared quickly, it still fell into Liu Dong's eyes.
"Mr. Fujita often comes to China for business, so it's not surprising that he can speak Chinese. Also, don't change the subject. Just now you said that Mr. Fujita's pair of chicken cups are fake. Do you have any evidence?
Don't just talk big words, right?" Wang Zhao said with mockery.
Hearing this, Liu Dong smiled coldly and said: "Since I said it is a fake, I am sure of it." After a pause, Liu Dong glanced at the two people's faces with a mocking gaze, then slowly
Xu said: "However, I want to make a bet with Mr. Fujita. I wonder if Mr. Fujita dares?"
After hearing what he said, Ichiro Fujita looked at the unusually young Chinese man in front of him with some confusion. Naturally, he knew the reality of the pair of cups, "Did he really see it?"
"Xiaodong, these chicken cups are fake, how did you tell?" At this time, Mr. Li, who knew Liu Dong's appraisal skills best among all the people here, couldn't help but ask.
"Yes, Brother Liu, how do you know that these cups are fake?" Zhao Defa also asked with doubts on his face. He really didn't believe that Liu Dong, a young boy, could be expert in porcelain appraisal for more than half his life.
Mr. Li is a promiscuous man.
To be honest, even Li Yuncong, who is the most supportive of Liu Dong here, is not optimistic that Liu Dong can really identify this pair of Mingchenghua Doucai Chicken Cups.
"Mr. Li, Boss Zhao, let me introduce you to you this time. You will all know everything later!" Liu Dong, who had practiced martial arts since he was a child and had a special ability, decided that they were fakes and wanted to find something wrong with them.
It's easier than Mr. Li.
"Mr. Fujita, bet with him that your pair of Chenghua chicken cups are genuine. Moreover, I don't believe how high his appraisal level is!" Wang Zhao said.
Hearing this, Ichiro Fujita's eyes lit up. Wang Zhao's words reminded him that experienced appraisers like Mr. Li didn't see the fault with his pair of cups just now. He didn't believe that Liu Dong was just a fool.
How high can the kid's level be?
"Okay, I can agree to your request. How do you want to bet?" Ichiro Fujita said loudly.
After hearing what he said, Mr. Li who was standing aside couldn't help but said anxiously: "Xiaodong, you must not act out of anger!"
Hearing this, Liu Dong smiled and consoled him: "Don't worry, Mr. Li! I have a sense of discretion in my heart! I won't do anything random!"
Looking at the firm expression on his face, Li Renfang knew that things were irreversible, so he could only sigh and step back slightly. He now regretted bringing Liu Dong here today.
However, compared to Mr. Li, Li Yuncong, who was standing behind Liu Dong at the moment, was more confident in Liu Dong, because he saw with his own eyes yesterday how Liu Dong took 30 million from Han Lei at the gambling table.
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Now seeing that Liu Dong actually took the initiative to bet with this Japanese, he should naturally win.
But Liu Dong naturally didn't know what he was thinking at this moment, "I just saw a painting in your suitcase. Well, if I can find evidence that this pair of chicken bowl cups are fake, then this painting
It belongs to me. If I lose, then I will give you the same amount of money based on the market price of the painting. What do you think?"