Back then, Jin Xueyang hadn't seen many handsome men or beautiful women, so this was more likely to happen. After graduation, he worked in entertainment journalism, gradually becoming more knowledgeable and his aesthetic taste reached the height of Mount Everest. He also became calm and composed. It had been a long time since anyone had let him express his true feelings like this.
"Arrogant, too arrogant!" Many guests stared and shook their heads, "How come the celadon porcelain looks like his?"
"Where is this young man an expert? Why have I never heard of him?"
"The Xiao family? I've only heard of Xiao Guotao. The rest, huh? What's the difference between them and ceramic merchants?"
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The female expert was also very embarrassed at this point, so she took a step back to smooth things over: "Xingyu, let's put it this way. To be frank, everyone is just worried that you have doubts about this lotus washbasin, so you don't need to say anything else, just tell me whether it is secret color porcelain."
At this moment, Xiao Xingyu's brows had calmed down a little.
He glanced indifferently at the people from the Xiao family who had just spoken, and sneered: "Hasn't my statement been obvious enough? Isn't it—"
He raised the corner of his eye gloomily: "Was it unnecessary to capture Meng Huo eight times?"
Just nine words.
It fully explains what white cutting black means!
As soon as these words, which contained a profound meaning, were spoken, it was like an atomic bomb was dropped on the scene, triggering a chain reaction in the magnificent hall, and the noisy discussions were about to blow the roof off.
Although Xiao Xingyu had spoken in a somewhat arrogant manner before, there was no disrespect in his words. Now that he said this, his sharpness was quite obvious.
From his expression and tone, it can be seen that he made the decision suddenly.
"Damn it, damn it, damn it..." Jin Xueyang shook Zhang Moyan's right arm wildly, and almost knelt down to sing "Conquer".
Zhang Moyan pulled her arm out of his clutches and mouthed to him, "Enough."
The collector finally exploded, throwing himself out of his seat and rushing in front of Xiao Xingyu, his fingers almost poking his face: "What do you mean by that?! This lotus flower has a full set of authoritative international appraisal reports. You're not just a novice expert, don't try to smear it as something not ancient!"
Many people in the guest seats and workbenches came over out of fear of something happening, talking at once and feeling very excited, and generally they were on the same side as the collectors.
All the spectators left their seats and rushed over like a tide, surrounding Xiao Xingyu.
The noise in the venue gradually died down, and above the dark crowd, it seemed as if an invisible giant sword was pressing down towards Xiao Xingyu.
"Did I say it's not an ancient thing?" Xiao Xingyu tilted his head very slowly, and the movement of his head drew out an extremely sexy neck line.
This action was so slow and confusing that it seemed to invite a beating. It was like a provocative counterattack, creating a tit-for-tat sense of oppression in the spacious venue.
Zhang Moyan felt another tug on her wrist. She frowned, knowing that Jin Xueyang must have been killed by this evil and charming man with a tilted head.
Really, his grab made her heart skip a beat!
Xiao Xingyu put one hand in his pocket, standing tall and straight, his sharp and powerful temperament was completely different from his peers who were either elegant or pedantic.
To be honest, Zhang Moyan had never seen an expert with such temperament.
Indeed, very different.
When Xiao Xingyu said that it was not Bugu, the entire collector's camp was stunned, looking at each other with confused expressions on their faces.
Finally, it was the female expert who spoke up: "Xingyu, what did you mean by that just now?"
Xiao Xingyu turned his head to look at the bulletproof glass cabinet on the stage and said, "It's true that the item is from the mid-Tang Dynasty, but it's not secret color porcelain."
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