"Dad, what should we do? Xue Chen..." Shen Zixi's cheeks turned white at a loss.
"Don't be anxious. Listen to what Xue Chen said. I believe he is not a random person." Shen Wanjun took a deep breath and suppressed the panic in his heart.
Seeing the aggressive Sun Jinyang and Shan Yunhai in the guest seats, as well as the countless accusations and cold looks on and off the stage, the expression on Xue Chen's face gradually became grim: "Okay, since you want evidence, then I’ll give you the evidence!”
"Go ahead, everyone is listening. Let's see what Ziwu Maoyou you can come up with!" Sun Jinyang sneered at the corner of his mouth.
"The real can not be fake, the fake can not be real."
Xue Chen looked calm. He really had no conclusive evidence just now, but when he used his clairvoyance ability to observe the internal materials of the pottery man, he made a discovery that made him happy and of great value!
Walking in front of Luo Jiang who looked sad, Xue Chen didn't even look at this person. He directly picked up the Tang Sancai pottery figure and squinted at Shan Yunhai: "Boss Shan, I have a request. If I prove it, This pottery statue is a fake, can you give it to me?"
Shan Yunhai hummed: "If you can really convince everyone that it is a fake, it wouldn't hurt to give it to you."
"Your words are enough."
Xue Chen smiled mysteriously, then calmly glanced at the guests and the five judges in the venue, and said loudly, "Everyone, I will prove that this is a fake!"
At the moment when all eyes were focused on him, he slowly raised the Tang Sancai pottery figure worth millions, which was exquisitely made and rare in the world, with one hand, and then... let go of his hand. .
Lin Xirong, who was standing on one side, saw this frightening scene. She subconsciously covered her eyes with her hands and let out a scream of two hundred syllables: "Ah!"
"Crack!"
The crisp and shattering sound reached everyone's ears in the dead silence of the venue. It was like thunder, making everyone tremble.
Xue Chen lowered his head and looked at the broken pottery pieces on the floor, blinked his eyes, shrugged his shoulders, and said to the dumbfounded guests in the audience with a pity tone: "Sorry, my hand slipped."
Shan Yunhai saw that the Tang Sancai pottery figure that he cherished so much and had kept it in the safe was broken into pieces. He felt that his heart had been stabbed with a knife. The pain was heartbreaking. Suddenly, his face turned as black as the bottom of a pot. , stretched out his arm and pointed at Xue Chen, his lips trembling: "You...you..."
The guests in the audience were also excited. Looking at Xue Chen, they seemed to see a strange flower, a huge strange flower, the most strange flower in Haicheng City. He was holding more than one million antiques and could actually skate with his hands!
Xue Chen suddenly smiled happily and said to Shan Yunhai: "Boss Shan, don't get excited, it's just a joke."
After speaking, he bent down and plucked among the pottery pieces on the ground a few times, picked out a piece, pointed at the pottery piece and asked Luo Jiang, who was already dumbfounded beside him: "Mr. Luo, may I ask, what is the pottery embedded in this piece of pottery?" What is it?"
Luo Jiang glanced at it subconsciously and said, "It seems to be a piece of plastic."
Xue Chen patted Luo Jiang's shoulder with satisfaction, then turned to the five judges on the podium: "Mr. Luo is right. This is a piece of plastic, whose scientific name is polyvinyl chloride. It plays an indispensable role in modern society. The effect can be seen everywhere.”
Speaking of this, Xue Chen's eyes also burst out with intense light, and his voice suddenly became louder, spreading throughout the venue: "However, on the inner wall of a Tang Dynasty pottery dating back more than a thousand years ago, a piece of polyvinyl chloride was found embedded
I don’t need to say more about the rest, I think, this is the evidence you want!”
The five judges got off their chairs one after another, leaned forward, and looked carefully at the piece of pottery between Xue Chen's fingers. They saw clearly the small plastic pieces embedded in it, and the expressions on their faces became unnatural.
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"Boss Shan, you don't have to feel bad. This is a fake, and you don't want me to compensate you because you promised me that it's already mine, isn't it?"
Xue Chen turned around gracefully and began to talk eloquently. He faced the two or three hundred guests in the audience who were completely shocked.
"Wow..."
The next moment, the dead silence was like a night torn apart by the dazzling sunlight, and the applause surged like the tide of the sea, hitting the rocks, deafening, and lasted for five minutes.
Minutes later, there was no sign of calming down.
Each and every guest, regardless of gender, old or young, all stood up solemnly, with fiery eyes, looking at the upright Xue Chen on the stage with admiration. Apart from applause, there were no words to express their mood at the moment. This appreciation meeting also
It is destined to be something they will never forget.
As for Sun Jinyang, he fell down on his chair. No one had long paid attention to the ugly appearance of Sang Kaoyu and the embarrassment and desolation on Shan Yunhai's face.
The 8th Antique Appreciation Fair on Yongtai Street in Haicheng City finally came to an end after many twists and turns. The biggest winner was not Zhenbaoxuan and Jindian, nor Daxing, but Xue Chen, who was destined to become famous throughout Haicheng on this day and become
The hottest upstart in the antiques circle!
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The warm and peaceful sunshine in the afternoon shone through the clear windows on the second floor of Daxing Pawn Shop, and fell on the still bright blade of the Qi family knife that Xue Chen pulled out of the scabbard, reflecting a mottled mark on the ceiling.
Xue Chen rested his chin on the tea table in front of him, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and narrowed his eyes. After Daxing became the undisputed first place in the appreciation meeting, Sun Jinyang and Shan Yunhai had to bite into pieces even though they were unwilling to do so.
They swallowed it into their stomachs with their teeth cut out, and according to the rules, each of them took away an authentic antique.
They are the sword from Zhenbaoxuan that was gifted to Zhang Taiping by Qi Jiguang, and the pastel bowl from Jindian that contains the Wanli Song and Dance of the Ming Dynasty.
This ancient sword was given to him by Shen Wanjun without hesitation. As long as he wanted, he could exchange the sword for one million yuan at any time!
"Da da……"
At this time, the sound of footsteps came from the stairs. Xue Chen did not raise his head and said feebly: "Brother Liu, if there are customers, you can deal with them first. If you come to me, just say I am not in the store. If you ask me, go
Why, I just want to go to Antarctica to see penguins, but I really can’t do it anymore.”
The Liu brother he was talking about was Liu Qian, who was under forty years old and was another appraiser in Daxing.
After the antique appreciation event ended three days ago, the door of Daxing was crowded with customers who came here for the reputation. Almost 99% of the people came to Xue Chen, some were asking for advice humbly, and some wanted to make friends.
There are even those who want to learn skills from a teacher, but it makes them confused.
Daxing's business is naturally booming. The sales volume in just these three days is almost equivalent to a usual month, or even more.
Shen Wanjun was overjoyed, but he was very tired. In order to deal with the influx of customers all morning, he was so thirsty and exhausted that he had to go to the second floor to hide.
"Gee, Mr. Xue Chen is really humorous. Are the penguins in Antarctica good-looking?"
It's not Liu Gan's rough voice, but the delicate voice of a young woman, soft, charming, yet capable and kind.
Before he even looked up, Xue Chen saw a pair of beautiful legs coming into his eyes. These legs were neither plump nor skinny. If they were more, they would be fat, if they were less, they would be thin. They were slender, white and tight.
Three words that have been very popular recently, but also have a strong sense of obscenity, appeared in Xue Chen's mind involuntarily: Leg Wan Nian. When he raised his head, he saw Lin Xirong, who was the host of the appreciation party, looking at her with a smile on her lips. Own.
"Ms. Lin, it's you, please sit down."
When Lin Xirong sat down across the tea table, Xue Chen stood up, poured her a cup of tea, placed it in front of her, and asked: "Miss Lin, what is the purpose of your visit?"
Lin Xirong stretched out a green onion-like index finger, gently pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose, opened the exquisite Prada red satchel, took out a newspaper, placed it in front of Xue Chen, and spoke in a brisk tone :
"On the second day after the appreciation meeting, I rushed to write a related article and published it in the miscellaneous talk section of the third page of Haicheng Evening News. The sales volume came out yesterday, and it increased by five astonishingly. percentage point, our editor-in-chief thought the statistics were wrong, and hundreds of viewers called us to specifically ask whether the report on the appreciation event was true or false."
"Oh, congratulations." Xue Chen smiled.
"I'm here today because I want to give you an exclusive interview, which will be published prominently on the second page of Haicheng Evening News." After saying that, Lin Xirong opened her eyes as clear as black glass, waiting to see Xue Chen looked surprised.
However, his eyes were slightly sore, and Xue Chen still looked tired and lazy, without the slightest hint of surprise or joy.
"I'm sorry, Miss Lin. I'm just a small citizen. I don't have anything worth interviewing. Just put it in the newspaper. The front page should be reserved for national events." Xue Chen refused nonchalantly.
Lin Xirong was startled. She thought that Xue Chen would happily and happily agree after she explained her intention.
You know, no matter how many people squeezed their heads to do an exclusive interview or publish it in a newspaper, they didn't get this opportunity, but I didn't expect that he would reject it so decisively.
“Mr. road.
Xue Chen still shook his head: "Reporter Lin, I'm sorry, I cannot agree to your request."
The two benefits proposed by Lin Xirong were not attractive to him at all.
His reputation has been thoroughly spread in the antique circle. This is enough. There is no need to let ordinary citizens know that it will not bring practical benefits. On the contrary, doing a special interview is too public and will be hated by others. It should be To be low-key is to be low-key.
The business in Daxing was already good enough, but he was so busy that he felt dizzy.
Lin Xirong sighed with some disappointment, but still refused to give up, and asked with hopeful eyes: "Then you can do me a favor, okay? It's just a simple interview, tell me about your experience in the antiques industry."
"I'm sorry, Miss Lin, I really can't help you with this." Xue Chen spread his hands and refused again. (To be continued)