Isn't he living out his old age in the imperial capital? Old Master Wei took a deep breath and stared blankly at the white-haired old man who walked out from behind the raised curtain.
Boss Dai is the chairman of the China Auction Association.
It has been like this for the past few decades.
It can be said that he is the mainstay of China's auction market.
No matter how unreliable the authentic product is, or how authentic the imitation is, in his eyes, there is absolutely no possibility of confusion.
Over the years, Boss Dai has been trying to resign from the title of chairman of the auction association, but has never succeeded. After all, he has not yet found a successor who can take over his responsibility.
The auction house in the south holds a very important position in China, but even people like Gui Bo have not seen Boss Dai in public for some years.
Not to mention Mr. Wei.
So, at this moment, everyone realized belatedly that Boss Dai was the expert that Boss Gui mentioned at the beginning, who was definitely important enough to convince everyone.
A glimmer of hope ignited in Mr. Wei's heart.
"Boss Dai, now that you're here, I feel relieved..."
Reaching out his hand and placing it on Wei Jinrong's arm, Old Man Wei trembled as he walked up to the stage. He pointed at the gourd bottle that Ye Wan had put back on the shelf and said, "Then please give me your attention."
As he spoke, Mr. Wei glanced at Ye Wan.
The meaning in her eyes was clear: Stay away! Boss Dai is here, and you, a little girl, still have the right to speak?
Before Ye Wan could even lift his foot, Boss Dai spoke up, "It's fake!"
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The whole place was dead silent.
Old Master Wei was hunched over, stunned. "You...what did you say?"
Mr. Luo also looked incredulous, "Old Dai, can you take a closer look?"
His eyesight was blurry due to his old age, but when he looked around, it was so real that it couldn't be more real.
But Boss Dai didn't even take a look at it and said it was fake? "Boss Dai..."
Mr. Luo's words gave Mr. Wei a little remaining confidence, and his expression was not as ugly as before. "I won't tell you the origin of this thing. But you said it was fake without even looking at it. If you don't support that yellow-haired girl, you are taking me for a fool!"
Boss Dai glanced at Ye Wan and said slowly, "Because the real thing is in the Gu Palace Museum."
Wei Jinrong looked up suddenly, "Impossible!"
Boss Dai narrowed his eyes and glanced at Wei Jinrong, but he was talking to Old Man Wei, "Young people are indeed formidable, but I haven't seen such an impolite young man in some years."
This was equivalent to slapping Wei Jinrong in the face in front of so many people.
Wei Jinrong's face flushed.
On the side, Old Man Wei stiffened his neck and said, "I got this gourd bottle from overseas. That place happened to be on the route that the gourd bottle was shipped back from overseas."
"The older you get, the more stubborn you become..."
Boss Dai muttered in annoyance, took out his cell phone, opened one of the pictures and put it in front of Mr. Wei.
In the stands, several old men put on reading glasses.
On the mobile phone screen, there is a 360° photo of the gourd bottle with no blind spots.
The document shows that more than a dozen archaeological experts have identified the gourd bottle and confirmed that it is the gourd bottle from the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty that was lost 15 years ago.
The documents were compiled five years ago.
"If you hadn't missed the special treasure exhibition that year, you would have been able to see it in the Gu Palace Museum five years ago. But it's not too late. You can go to the Gu Palace Museum's special treasure exhibition on November 1 this year to see what the real thing looks like. You will naturally know how fake this one is!"
After Boss Dai finished speaking, he put away his phone.
Then he turned around and looked at Ye Wan, "Miss, what do you say?"
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Before everyone had digested the conclusion that the Wei family heirloom was a fake, they heard another piece of news that shocked everyone.
Hundreds of people's eyes fell on Ye Wan.
(End of this chapter)