Gong Jian looked at the guilty goddess, and his heavy mood just now disappeared. Silly goddess, how could this be her fault? I really wanted to pinch that wrinkled little face, how could I break it?
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Gong Jian took back the stupid hand that moved on its own, touched his nose embarrassedly, and changed the subject: "I'm going to the Sifang Temple to inspect and measure the terrain. Xiaoya, do you have time to go with me?"
When the goddess heard what Gong Jian said, she nodded hastily, "Yes, I want to go with you. The King of the West just said that to you, so I want to go with you to prevent his men from bullying you."
Gong Jian couldn't help it anymore and laughed. He reached out and rubbed Aishwarya's smooth hair. The soft touch suddenly captured his heart. Gong Jian couldn't help but let out a sigh of satisfaction.
Then I'll rely on you to protect me." In exchange for the goddess's smile slowly blooming.
Now that things in the God Realm have been settled, it's time for Gong Jian to go home.
Back home, Gong Jian dug out those items that the goddess Chopra helped him pick up at the antique market. Since he had nothing else to do today, he decided to take these items to the city's largest auction house to try.
The car drove off the highway and headed straight towards the auction house. Gong Jian parked the car and then arrived at the door of the auction house.
He looked up at the tall plaque and took a deep breath. He had been to this place many times before his parents passed away. His father was also an antique lover. Every time he auctioned the best quality autumn auction, his father would definitely buy it.
I brought him here to watch.
Occasionally, his father would buy one or two antiques that he liked, but now those things were all used to pay off debts after his parents died. He did not expect that he would be here again not long after.
"Sir, is there anything I can do for you?" The service lady in the auction house glanced at Gong Jian.
"Oh, I was wondering if these things I came here to see could be put up for auction here." Gong Jian pointed to his backpack.
"Please come with me." The service lady took him to the side of the appraiser.
The auction house has many very professional appraisers, but when the waitress saw that the worker was wearing ordinary clothes, she brought him to a very young appraiser.
The young appraiser looked him up and down first and found that the man in front of him was dressed very ordinary and was not worth much at first glance, so he had some thoughts about Gong Jian.
Gong Jian first took out the ancient sword coin that looked very inconspicuous. The young appraiser put Gong Jian's sword coin in his hand and turned it back and forth several times.
He looked at this ancient coin in relatively good condition for a long time, then shrugged and said, "This should be an imitation. We don't sell imitations here."
"This is the real thing, please take a look again." Gong Jian was confused. It was clearly a real thing, but how did it turn out to be fake when it came to him?
"You can't be wrong, you must have bought something wisely." The young appraiser looked confident.
Gong Jian couldn't believe him, so he took out other antiques from his bag, but this man just glanced at them casually and kept saying the same thing.
"Oh, let me look at it with someone else." Gong Jian knew that this person was also unreliable, so he didn't plan to argue with him, and planned to find a more experienced appraiser.
As a result, the young appraiser turned his head and winked at the service lady. The woman understood what the appraiser meant and immediately said to Gong Jian: "Sir, you are welcome to come again next time."
"What do you mean?" Gong Jian became unhappy when he saw that she was about to drive him out. It was just an appraisal before the auction, why did they treat him so perfunctorily.
Just when Gong Jian was about to be kicked out by two security guards, a middle-aged man came over and asked with some confusion: "What are you doing? Why are you so noisy?"
"This man brought some fakes and wanted to get into trouble." The young appraiser said immediately.
"Nonsense, mine are all genuine!" Gong Jian was very unhappy. This appraiser was obviously just looking at what others were buying.
"Really? Sir, please take out the things and show them to me." The middle-aged man stretched out his hand.
"Manager, don't you know who he is?" Upon seeing this, the appraiser hurriedly walked to the manager and whispered: "He is the Gong Jian whose parents died and all his belongings were auctioned. Do you think he can still survive?"
What valuable thing did you lay down?”
Gong Jian listened carefully and finally understood why this guy didn't look at things well at all and thought what he was carrying was a fake. It turned out that this guy actually knew him.
His parents' valuable things were indeed auctioned off. According to his conventional thinking, it was normal for him to think that Gong Jian could not have any more valuable things. However, as a professional appraiser, he should at least take a serious look at it.
right.
The manager was unmoved upon hearing this, so Gong Jian put the knife coin in his hand.
"Wait a minute." The manager took out a pair of white gloves from his pocket, threw away the gloves, and then took Gong Jian's knife coin after putting it on. Then he took out a magnifying glass and looked at the ancient coin carefully.
Come.
Gong Jian felt a lot more at ease when he saw how carefully he treated his things.
"Wu Yang." The manager played with the ancient coin repeatedly in his hand, looked at it carefully, then raised his head and nodded: "This is an authentic item, and it is of very good quality. Do you plan to auction it here?"
"Plan it." Gong Jian finally felt relieved when he saw that someone finally took his collection seriously. In their small second-tier city, there were only one or two auction houses. If he was rejected by this one, the other one might be afraid.
I don't want anything from him.
Gong Jian's identity is quite special, so he was recognized by the young appraiser just now, and people automatically thought that his collection could not be genuine. Fortunately, a more senior manager came.
"Do you have any other products? If possible, I would also like to take a look." The manager was very surprised when he saw Gong Jian's first collection, so he really wanted to see other things Gong Jian brought.
"Yes." Gong Jian was not polite and gave him all the pieces that Chopra had cut for him. The manager carefully looked at Gong Jian's collection one by one, and then said with great satisfaction.
: "Can I ask where you got all these things?"
After he finished speaking, he felt something was a little inappropriate and quickly added: "I don't mean anything else. I just think that the quality of these antiques you have is very good, so I am just a little curious. It doesn't matter if you don't tell me."