Chapter 94: Hit in the Heart
Di Chen had long felt that the old man was not right.
The conversation between the middle-aged man and him just now further confirmed this.
He also heard that the old man was a little angry and frustrated, as if he had been hit in the heart and felt guilty.
"Okay, please ask the police comrade to be a witness and let the treasure appraiser identify the authenticity of the antique. If this antique is really the one that was lost before, my villa will add another 300,000 on top of the previous promised compensation."
The old man's eyebrows moved unconsciously. He paid another 300,000, which was really generous and not disappointing to the boss.
But a hint of sadness flashed across his eyes, and then he shouted: "No way, why should I be questioned and humiliated by you? The police helped to find it, what tricks do you want to play? Is this a lawless place?" As
he said this, he held the antique tightly in his arms, looked around with a sly look, as if he wanted to slip away.
Di Chen naturally did not give him this opportunity, and gave a look to the security guard beside him.
The security guard understood and forcibly snatched the antique from the old man's arms.
Seeing this, the old treasure appraiser in the live broadcast room shouted: "Don't snatch it, ask the police to come out and ask for the antique to be appraised..."
But it was too late.
"Bang!"
The sound of porcelain breaking on the ground splashed out.
Everyone was dumbfounded. They
were shocked by this unexpected situation.
Only the old man had a hint of triumphant smile in his eyes, but it disappeared quickly and he wailed.
"Damn it, my ancestral treasure is destroyed like this? It's worth millions, life-saving money..."
He cried more and more sad, and simply sat on the ground like a woman in tears, slapping her hands, cursing and crying.
Old Master Qiu sighed with regret, not knowing what to do.
Persuade the old man, the antique is already broken, and everything you say is nonsense.
Blame Di Chen, he wanted to identify the antique and make sure it was not a fraud. The only one
to blame is the security guard who stepped forward to snatch the antique.
In the antique trading market, it is taboo to take antiques from hand to hand. After all, there are many pitfalls here, and no one wants to be unlucky.
The seller would first place the antique on the table and step back three steps. Then the buyer would step forward and carefully observe the antique to make sure there was no hidden secret. Only then would he pick up the antique to identify whether it was real or fake.
After the inspection, the antique would be returned to the seller in the same process.
The seller would collect the antique and then start negotiating the price.
However, the security guard was not an expert in the antique industry. He might have made a real mistake or he might have been tricked. After all, he was not familiar with the owner of the antique and could not guarantee his character.
Therefore, Mr. Qiu could only stand aside with regret and sympathy, watching coldly and waiting for the situation to change.
The middle-aged man was also confused.
He did not expect that this trick that he had learned from others would cause such immeasurable losses.
The antique that was lost and found again became worthless porcelain slag. Isn't this just courting disaster?
"What should I do now! Teach me..."
The middle-aged man complained to the old treasure appraiser in the live broadcast room, but he didn't expect that he was also innocent.
Unexpectedly, the old treasure appraiser was not angry.
He smiled slightly and said, "It's good that it broke. If it didn't break, it wouldn't be enough to prove that the owner of the treasure was guilty. Even if it broke into ashes, I can still distinguish the real from the fake. Sir, pick up the pieces with seals and inscriptions and show them to me."
The middle-aged man heard this and immediately became energetic again, with a hint of joy in his voice.
"Okay."
The old man who was crying on the ground saw him picking up those porcelain pieces and stopped immediately.
"Even if the antique is broken into worthless pieces, it is still a treasure left by our ancestors. None of you can take even a little bit without my permission."
As he said this, he turned over and pulled the pieces to prevent the middle-aged man from looking for pieces with seals and inscriptions.
"This old man, you have good ears. Did you hear me talking to the treasure seeker?"
The treasure appraiser sneered in the live broadcast room, and his voice was very loud.
In order to let the onlookers hear what the treasure appraiser said, the middle-aged man turned up the volume of his mobile phone to the maximum.
Di Chen looked at the fragments on the ground thoughtfully, and suddenly raised his head to look at the police on the side.
"Can we stop the owner from destroying the antique and retrieve it to identify the authenticity?"
The police nodded and said, "Yes, after all, the owner cannot guarantee that the antique we retrieved is the original one in his hand."
After saying this, he and several colleagues forcibly took the old man away from the place where the porcelain fragments were scattered.
The old man struggled unwillingly and held a piece of broken porcelain in his hand tightly, not caring at all that the sharp edge of the porcelain scraps cut his hand, and blood drops fell to the ground.
"The treasure appraiser, take the porcelain scrap in my hand. There are inscriptions and seals on it. Show it to me. Tell him that I am in the live broadcast room and cannot steal it. What is there to be afraid of?"
The voice of the treasure appraiser sounded again.
The middle-aged man stopped looking on the ground and turned to the old man who was held by two policemen.
The old man still clenched his fists tightly, refusing to hand over the porcelain piece.
In the end, the police helped to take the porcelain piece and handed it to the middle-aged man, who showed the seal inscription on the porcelain piece to the old treasure appraiser.
"Treasure appraiser, do you have an ultraviolet lamp?"
The middle-aged man shook his head in embarrassment and replied, "I don't play with antique jade, and I don't have those professional equipment."
Mr. Qiu spoke up: "I have one here, you can use it."
As he said, he took out the ultraviolet lamp from his pocket and handed it to the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man followed the instructions of the treasure appraiser, turned on the ultraviolet lamp, and shone it on the seal inscription.
Everyone stared at the middle-aged man, holding their breath and waiting for the appraisal results of the treasure appraiser in the live broadcast room.
"Where did you find this person who pretends to be a ghost to do this? He might be a rookie in antiques. How can you trust his words!"
The old man was held tightly by the police, but he still struggled to destroy the treasure appraisal scene and slander the old treasure appraiser. However, he did not expect that this would become an act of trying to cover up the truth.
If there was no cat stuffy, why was he so anxious?
If he can identify the recovered antique as the one he lost, he can get an extra 300,000 yuan. Isn't this a piece of cake?
The crowd watching him looked at him with disgust.
He came to cheat on the first day of the villa's opening. He is really a mean person.
"Are you worried that your antique will be real after the treasure appraisal? This is unreasonable."
Fu Shiran couldn't help but jokingly said.
The old man's face suddenly became very embarrassed, as if he had been stabbed in the vitals.
The onlookers laughed knowingly.
"This antique is fake, a forgery. Although the imitator's skills are very high, not only using acid aging but also using fire aging, but it can't escape the core of modern imitations. Of course, if you are not a veteran in the antique world, it is difficult to see."
"No, you, you are talking nonsense!" The old man went crazy again.
Under the control of two policemen, he actually jumped up and cursed.
Di Chen's face was as gloomy as water, and he turned his head and forgot to glance at the security guard.