Picking the ear of the gourd bottle with his index finger, Ye Wan lightly hooked the top treasure, which was worth more than 100 million yuan in the eyes of everyone in the audience, on his finger, and glanced at the nervous Mr. Wei and the furious Wei Jinrong.

"Why?"

Ye Wan smiled and said, "If I say it's fake, it can't be true!"

"Don't believe it? You'll know after you smash it."

Ye Wan pretended to let go.

"you……"

“Stop it!”

Old Master Wei slumped down in his chair with a thud. His face turned pale with fear and he couldn't breathe.

Wei Jinrong roared even more angrily, and his face turned purple and black.

She...how dare she!!! Ye Wan, on the other hand, looked normal.

"You asked me to prove it, so I'll prove it to you... The gourd bottle is the most famous porcelain during the Qianlong period, but it was not produced in an official kiln, but in a private kiln. The craftsman couldn't bear to see his hard work go to waste, so he carved the name of his private kiln on the inner wall of the gourd bottle."

"I think you all know this, right?"

He spoke to everyone on and off the stage, but his eyes were fixed on Mr. Wei and Wei Jinrong.

There was a faint smile on Ye Wan's lips.

If you look closely, you can see a hint of sarcasm.

Everyone in the audience was stunned.

The girl holding the gourd bottle in one hand has a pair of charming eyes.

With the cinnabar mole under her eye as a contrast, she looks both good and evil, exuding a kind of enchanting and breathtaking beauty.

On the one hand, she felt that the man in the gourd bottle could be old enough to be her grandfather, and she was a young girl under 20 years old, it was impossible for her to tell what was real or fake, and she thought he was cheating.

But at the same time, I feel that her aura is the most powerful proof.

If it were anyone else, who would have the confidence to insist it was fake and risk offending the Wei family?

I was so scared, okay? Everyone looked at me, I looked at you, and looked at Mr. Wei and Wei Jinrong hesitantly.

Mr. Wei hasn't recovered yet.

Wei Jinrong looked even more sinister.

He got the gourd bottle from a tomb robber.

Not only did a lot of money get spent on this, but several lives were lost.

He and the old man have been looking at it for more than two years, but they still can't tell whether it is the one that the Chinese bought at the auction in the United States.

If it's not that one, then wouldn't it be fake?

If it is a fake, not only will all the money spent be wasted.

Haven’t all their efforts over the past two years been wasted?

Originally I thought that no one had seen the real thing, so I took advantage of the Sihai Chamber of Commerce's election to bite the gourd bottle to death, which turned out to be the real thing.

The Sihai Chamber of Commerce said that the product was genuine. If it was put on the market, who would say it was fake? But unexpectedly, there was a slight mistake.

Since Wei Jinrong did not become the president, there is no way to make a final judgment on him.

Ye Wan again said it was fake.

He even smashed the bottle to determine whether it was real or fake.

Mr. Wei's blood pressure rose sharply. "You, you little girl whose hair hasn't even grown out yet, actually, actually dared to say that my Wei family's heirloom is fake?"

"If you dare to smash that bottle, I will fight you to the death!"

"Fight to the death? Wei Laoxie, who are you going to fight to the death with?"

A lazy voice sounded from the stage.

Hearing the voice of "Wei Laoxie", Mr. Wei stared over.

The people in the audience were stunned and looked at Gui Bo in disbelief.

Your boss actually invited this Buddha here???

(End of this chapter)