Chen Zhen said with a smile: "I don't even have a girlfriend, how can I have a wife. Sister Zong, if you don't accept this necklace, you will look down on me."
Fang Zongtang thought about it and decided that it was not impossible to accept it.
"Okay, just consider it as you paying back my tuition!"
Chen Zhen said seriously: "To pay you back for your tuition, a necklace alone is not enough."
He was just about to continue speaking when Song Yi completed the formalities and took back the ring and the gourd.
"It's late, let's go back."
She took the box from Chen Zhen and waved goodbye.
"It's late. I'm going back first!"
Song Yi looked at the box in her hand for two seconds, then took it in his hand and put it together with the gourd and the ring.
Chen Zhen watched them walk away before getting into the car.
When Song Yi walked to the front of the car, he signaled the bodyguard to open the trunk, threw the purple box in, and then followed Fang Zongtao into the car.
It was a little after nine o'clock, and she had already taken her medicine, and was now feeling sleepy.
After Song Yi got in the car, she asked the questions in her mind.
"Is it popular to send fake goods to auctions like this?"
Song Yi placed the two boxes on her right hand side and replied, "No, the people who donate things for charity sale are all well-known and they won't do such things."
She laughed sarcastically, "Only a few of them are real, and they are all worthless. The pair of Tianhuang stones are pretty good, but the carving is average, not as good as the big lion I carved out of granite."
Song Yi was surprised: "Hong Kong has only had charity sales in recent years. Before, I just took out things but didn't participate. I didn't expect there would be so many articles in it."
She thought about it and gave a hypothesis: "Do you think it's possible that you know it's a fake even without holding up a sign?"
Song Yi joked: "They think those holding signs are fools."
Although she only attended this auction, she felt that there were a lot of tricks involved.
“It’s impossible for an auction like China Guardian to not have an appraiser.”
Song Yi's eyes flashed: "You mean, they agreed to this?"
Her eyes deepened, and her pupils were as deep as the sea.
"There is another possibility that the seller and the buyer are the same person."
Song Yi seemed to understand and said, "No wonder, this way no one will find out it's a fake."
She smiled and picked up the gourd to look at it with satisfaction.
"Blue and white porcelain, elegant paintings, vivid expressions of figures, and plump bodies are the painting styles of the Yuan Dynasty."
Song Yi listened carefully at the side and saw her flick her fingers on the bottle twice. Then she opened another box with one hand, took out a ring from it, and rubbed it hard on the cinnabar seal twice.
"Do you have a flashlight?" she asked, staring intently at the broken end of the gourd.
Song Yi asked the bodyguard, and it just so happened that they had it in the car.
She put the ring on her finger and rubbed the broken end of the gourd twice with her skillful force, grinding off the cinnabar and revealing the bottle body.
Shine the flashlight over there.
"What color?"
Song Yi looked at it carefully for two seconds: "It's a bit blue."
She turned off the flashlight and smiled.
"We made a profit. This is a rare combination of white porcelain and blue and white porcelain from the Yuan Dynasty. I guess the person who fired this fortune ornament was either proficient in two techniques or wanted to innovate and made something that has both characteristics."
Song Yi looked at the man whose eyes lit up when he talked about porcelain, and said with a smile: "Blue and white porcelain and white porcelain, one is blue and the other is white, they are completely unrelated, the ancients really dared to think of it."
She laughed and made an analogy: "Winter melon dares to be grafted onto watermelon, and a horse and a donkey can give birth to a mule. No matter which dynasty or generation, there are always people with modern ideas."