Chapter 393: Xiaobao's Blue and White Porcelain Too Much (3 more)
As if he hadn't eaten for three days, Zhao Haiyang cleaned up the remaining dishes and said with unfinished content: "You can't eat alone next time. You are my eldest brother, my dear eldest brother, so you must take me with you."
"You can do it yourself." Tang Xiaobao picked his teeth.
Zhao Haiyang said with a salivating smile: "They don't recognize me, they only recognize you."
Tang Xiaobao pointed to the twenty blue and white porcelain vases in the corner and said: "Count them, there are twenty in total, one billion. Did you bring the money? The goods can be taken away today."
Zhao Haiyang turned around and almost fell to the ground.
He stepped over in two steps, carefully grabbed one, looked at it inside and out, and said with admiration: "Holy crap, who is it? This technique is so good, it looks just like the real thing.
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puff!
Tang Xiaobao was drinking tea, and this time he spat out a mouthful of tea: "I'm going to choke you, do you think this is fake? These are all genuine! What's the look in your eyes!"
"Blow, keep blowing, are they genuine? Are there so many genuine products in the world now? Can you please show some intelligence when you fake it? Am I stupid?" Zhao Haiyang said with contempt: "Besides, I have said that we
We are brothers. If you want to spend money, tell your brothers. Using this method will hurt your feelings."
"roll!"
Tang Xiaobao cursed: "Are you blind? Do I need some money? If you look at me like this again, believe it or not, I will throw you out of the window?"
Wan Ru stood up, held his hand on his waist, pressed it, and a soft sword appeared in his hand. He just dodged and was in front of Zhao Haiyang, stabbing out with the sword.
"Hey, don't do it!"
Tang Xiaobao shouted quickly.
Zhao Haiyang was also startled and instinctively staggered to dodge.
He had already dodged quickly enough, but unfortunately he still failed to dodge, and the soft sword was already at his throat.
Zhao Haiyang broke into a cold sweat. A murderous aura emanated from Wanru's body, and Zhao Haiyang immediately wanted to cry.
What happened recently?
First, he met Tang Xiaobao and was abused badly.
Now even his so-called cousin is still so powerful. If he goes all out, he will die in one move.
After all, he is also the number one expert in Yanjing. How can he still be fooling around? How can he show his face to others in the future, with a sword pointed at his throat by a delicate girl...
Tang Xiaobao was also shocked.
He has limited knowledge of the strength of the Divine Sword Sect. Isn't he pretending to be an immortal? Why is this skill so powerful?
Soon, he figured it out.
This is martial arts, ancient martial arts.
It turns out that this is the so-called Jianghu. It has inherited ancient martial arts, so it is naturally powerful.
Internal strength and lightness strength are things that are out of reach for the world, but they turn out to be real.
After swallowing his saliva, Tang Xiaobao realized that he had to re-estimate his opinion of the Divine Sword Sect.
Wan Ru is just a junior sister of the Divine Sword Sect, and now she is sent as her bodyguard, which is quite good. Wherever she goes from now on, there will be Wan Ru in the dark, and Lan Nu in the dark. People will kill people, and ghosts will destroy ghosts. I will not be afraid of anyone.
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Tang Xiaobao laughed and said to Wanru: "Hurry up and put the sword away, I was just joking."
As if stunned, he took the sword back and put it back on his waist, hiding it without a trace.
Tang Xiaobao is ashamed...
Zhao Haiyang wiped his sweat...
"Brother, just kidding, just kidding, don't take it to heart, he won't hurt you." Tang Xiaobao went over and patted Zhao Haiyang on the shoulder.
"Is she really your cousin?" Zhao Haiyang spoke unnaturally.
Tang Xiaobao said: "Really, from a distant place."
"Why is she so powerful?"
"Is she great?"
"It's amazing, it's amazing."
"Hmm, these antiques are real."
Zhao Haiyang grimaced: "But I still don't believe it. Even if you kill me, I still don't believe it."
"Can't you find an expert to come and conduct an on-site appraisal?" Tang Xiaobao said angrily: "We agreed that it would be 50 million per piece, but we have to give it up. I spent a lot of money to buy it. I can't make much money. Really?
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It was as if he almost didn't laugh out loud.
Did you come here backwards?
Didn't you say you picked it up?
Zhao Haiyang really believed it this time and couldn't help but break into a cold sweat.
He is rich, but if he can take one billion at a time, his family will have to come forward.
Blue and white porcelain is valuable, but at most it only costs 20 million per piece, so it is still a rare commodity. Tang Xiaobao is better off, and he got twenty of them at once. How can he get rid of them?
He originally planned to collect 50 million, but he thought that Tang Xiaobao could only have one. Now, the blue and white porcelain turned into Chinese cabbage, so the business would be impossible.
But everything has been said, so I have to admit it.
He couldn't afford to lose this person.
Therefore, he could only hold on and gritted his teeth and said: "Isn't it just one billion? If these are all genuine products, as I, Zhao Haiyang, said, every spit and every nail will definitely count."
Now he can only hope that the blue and white porcelain is fake.
"Okay, okay, let's call an expert quickly." Tang Xiaobao said happily.
Having no other choice, Zhao Haiyang pulled out a phone and went out, then squatted there again, checking each one one by one.
Each one is exquisite, irreproachable and without any flaws. The more he looks at it, the more confident he becomes.
This thing must be fake!
It really can't be this perfect.
Think about it, how can antiques that have been used for hundreds or thousands of years be so well preserved?
Many of these antiques have been unearthed, but few have been passed down from family to family. They have been buried underground for such a long time, and due to the excavation process, they will inevitably be damaged.
But the blue and white porcelain in front of me is so perfect that there is no fault at all. Isn't this fake?
However, he sincerely admires this forger, as he can make it look like fake.
Tang Xiaobao continued to drink tea, as if he was by his side, and she actually knew how to make tea.
About half an hour later, Zhao Haiyang's cell phone rang. He ran downstairs and picked up an antique appraiser, the most authoritative person in the industry, Lu Rong.
Lu Rong is over sixty years old and has been appraising porcelain all his life. He can be said to be the top expert in this field.
When he came in, he saw the pile of blue and white porcelain. He took a magnifying glass and began to squat down and look at it carefully.
After seeing the first one, he said with emotion: "Congratulations, Mr. Zhao, this is real and perfectly preserved. The fake is simply the best in the world."
Zhao Haiyang was frightened when he heard this, and couldn't help asking: "Mr. Lu, you have to look carefully. I think this is fake, but the technique of making it is too perfect, but the more perfect it is, the more it means it is fake.
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Lu Rong frowned, continued to look at it for a while, and said: "Young Master Zhao, I, Lu Rong, have been appraising porcelain all my life. I have at least fifty pieces of blue and white porcelain, and they have never made any mistakes. What you said is also true."
It makes sense. Under normal circumstances, such perfect things are often fake, but I dare to guarantee my credibility. This one is definitely produced by the official kiln of the Song Dynasty, and it is used by the royal family.
I am responsible for the problem."
Zhao Haiyang looked a little ugly, bit his lip and said, "Keep reading." (To be continued)