It was like he hadn't eaten for three days. Zhao Haiyang cleaned up the remaining dishes and said with a lingering feeling: "You can't eat alone next time. You are my big brother, my dear big brother, you must take me with you."
"You do it yourself." Tang Xiaobao picked his teeth.
Zhao Haiyang smiled lewdly and said, "They don't recognize me, they only recognize you."
Tang Xiaobao pointed to the twenty blue and white porcelain vases in the corner and said, "Let's count them. There are twenty in total, ten billion. Have you brought the money? The goods can be taken away today."
Zhao Haiyang turned his head and almost fell to the ground.
He took two steps forward, carefully picked one up, and examined it inside and out. He said in admiration, "Wow, who is that? The technique is amazing, it looks just like the real thing."
puff!
Tang Xiaobao was drinking tea when he spat out a mouthful of tea: "Oh my god, you think this is fake? This is all genuine! What are you looking at me with?"
"Keep on bragging, you're talking about genuine products? Are there still so many genuine products in the world? Can you please be a little smarter when you're counterfeiting? Am I stupid?" Zhao Haiyang said with disdain: "Besides, I've already said that we are brothers. If you need money, tell your brother. Using such means will hurt our relationship."
"roll!"
Tang Xiaobao cursed: "Are you blind? Do I need this little money? If you look at me like that again, I'll throw you out of this window."
It was as if he stood up, held his waist with his hands, and pressed it. A soft sword appeared in his hand. He just flashed in front of Zhao Haiyang and stabbed him with the sword.
"Hey, don't do it!"
Tang Xiaobao shouted quickly.
Zhao Haiyang was also startled and instinctively dodged.
He dodged quickly enough, but unfortunately he still couldn't avoid it, and the soft sword was already at his throat.
Zhao Haiyang broke out in a cold sweat. A murderous aura emanated from Wanru's body, and Zhao Haiyang suddenly wanted to cry.
What happened recently?
First, he met Tang Xiaobao and was abused terribly.
Now even his so-called cousin is so powerful. If he fights with all his might, she will die in one move.
After all, I am the best martial artist in Yanjing. How can I survive like this? How can I face people in the future? I have a sword pointed at my throat by a delicate girl...
Tang Xiaobao was also shocked.
He had limited knowledge of the Divine Sword Sect's strength. They were said to be fake cultivators, so how could their skills be so powerful?
Soon, he figured it out.
This is fucking martial arts, ancient martial arts.
So this is the so-called martial arts world. Having inherited ancient martial arts, one is naturally powerful.
Internal strength and lightness skills are things that are out of reach for most people, but it turns out that they really exist.
After swallowing his saliva, Tang Xiaobao realized that he had to re-evaluate the Divine Sword Sect.
Wanru is just a junior sister of the Divine Sword Sect, and now she is sent to be my bodyguard, which is quite good. From now on, wherever I go, I have Wanru in the open and Lan Nu in the dark. I will kill people when I see them and destroy ghosts when I see them. I am not afraid of anyone anymore.
Tang Xiaobao laughed heartily and said to Wanru, "Put your sword away quickly. I was just joking."
He was stunned for a moment, took back the sword, and put it back into his waist, hiding it without a trace.
Tang Xiaobao was ashamed...
Zhao Haiyang wiped his sweat...
"Brother, it's just a joke, don't take it to heart, he won't hurt you." Tang Xiaobao went over and patted Zhao Haiyang on the shoulder.
"Is she really your cousin?" Zhao Haiyang spoke unnaturally.
Tang Xiaobao said: "Really, a distant relative."
"Why is she so powerful?"
"Is she good?"
“It’s amazing. It’s really amazing.”
"Hmm, these antiques are real."
Zhao Haiyang said with a bitter face: "But I still don't believe it. Kill me, I still don't believe it."
"Can't you find an expert to come and appraise it on site?" Tang Xiaobao said angrily, "We agreed on 50 million each. I can't refuse it. I spent a lot of money to buy it. I can't make much money, really."
It was as if he almost laughed out loud.
Are you coming here backwards?
Didn’t you say you picked it up?
Zhao Haiyang really believed it this time and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.
He is rich, but to get 1 billion at one time, he needs his family to step in.
Blue and white porcelain is valuable, but at most it is only 20 million yuan per piece, which is still a rare commodity. Tang Xiaobao, on the other hand, got twenty pieces at once. How is he going to sell them?
He originally planned to buy it for 50 million, but he thought Tang Xiaobao would only have one. Now, blue and white porcelain has become a bargain, and this business cannot be done.
But the words have been spoken, and I can't deny it.
He couldn't afford to lose this person. So, he could only hold on, gritting his teeth and saying, "It's just 1 billion, isn't it? If these are all genuine products, then what I, Zhao Haiyang, said is true, and it definitely counts."
Now he can only hope that the blue and white porcelain is fake.
"Okay, okay, let's call an expert right away." Tang Xiaobao laughed.
There was no other way, so Zhao Haiyang made a phone call and then squatted there again, checking each one one by one.
Each one was exquisite, impeccable, without any flaws, and the more he looked at them, the more confident he became.
This thing must be fake!
It really can't be that perfect.
Think about it, how could an antique that has been around for hundreds or thousands of years be preserved so well?
Most of this kind of antiques are unearthed, but almost none are heirlooms. They have been buried underground for such a long time, and coupled with the excavation process, they are inevitably damaged.
But these blue and white porcelains in front of me are so perfect that there is not a single flaw to be found. How could they not be fake?
However, he really admired the person who made the counterfeit, as he could make the fake look real.
Tang Xiaobao continued to drink tea, as if she was accompanying him. She actually knew how to make tea.
About half an hour later, Zhao Haiyang's cell phone rang. He ran downstairs and answered a call from Lu Rong, the most authoritative antique appraiser in the industry.
Lu Rong is over sixty years old and has been identifying porcelain for a lifetime. He can be said to be the top expert in this field.
When he came in, he saw the pile of blue and white porcelain. He took a magnifying glass and squatted down to examine it carefully.
After looking at the first one, he sighed: "Congratulations, Mr. Zhao, this is the real one, and it is so perfectly preserved. The fake ones are simply the best in the world."
Zhao Haiyang was horrified when he heard this and couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Lu, you have to look carefully. I think this is fake. It's just that the fake technology is too perfect. But the more perfect it is, the more it is fake."
Lu Rong frowned, continued to examine for a while, and said, "Young Master Zhao, I, Lu Rong, have been appraising porcelain for my entire life. I've handled no less than fifty pieces of blue and white porcelain, and I've never made a mistake. What you say is not without reason. Normally, things that are too perfect are often fake. But I dare to guarantee with my reputation that this one is absolutely an authentic product of the official kiln of the Song Dynasty, and it was used by the royal family. I will be responsible if there is any problem."
Zhao Haiyang's face looked a little ugly, and he bit his lip and said, "Just keep watching."
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