"Can I ask who brought this little bowl?"
Song Ning held the small bowl casually in his right hand, and without even glancing over here, he directly asked about the owner of the small bowl.
The old man's face suddenly became tense. He hated those who were arrogant and pretentious the most, and Song Ning happened to be both of them.
"What? You have to meet the owner before you can tell me the origin!"
“That’s right!”
Song Ning nodded as a matter of course.
She knows everything about antiques, but she knows nothing about them!
You have to see who the owner is before making a judgment!
"That's strange..."
Cao Hongyuan leaned against an antique display shelf like a boneless person, holding a wine glass and shaking it nonchalantly.
"This is the first time I've heard that someone needs to look at the owner to identify antiques..."
"That's because you are unfamiliar with it!"
Song Ning glared at him unhappily. She had not yet settled the score with him for the treasure robbery!
"When I appraise antiques, I need to look at the owner, right?"
"Can!"
Cao Hongyuan raised his lips without any good intentions, "Aren't you a metaphysician? Just do the math and it will be fine..."
"What? Miss Song is scared?"
Song Ning took a deep breath and turned away expressionlessly.
Normal people shouldn’t argue with a psychopath!
"How shameless!"
The old man gave Song Ning an even worse look.
"You are so young and you can tell lies without even a lick of knowledge, yet you are so arrogant!"
"Hey... I don't like what you said!"
Song Ning's face turned serious. "Do you know me? How do you know I'm lying?"
Song Ning's eyes swept across the people present, and finally fell directly on a middle-aged man with a bald head and bald spots.
"Is this thing yours?"
Song Ning casually shook the small bowl twice, which scared the middle-aged man enough.
"Be careful! You can't afford to pay for it if it breaks!"
"I can't afford to pay for a three-dollar porcelain bowl? You're looking down on me!"
Song Ning casually threw the bowl into the middle-aged man's arms with an expression that said "you insulted me".
The middle-aged man didn't bother to argue with Song Ning. He took the bowl with cold sweat on his head.
"Vulgar! Arrogant!"
The middle-aged man angrily scolded Song Ning, "What nonsense!"
"This is porcelain from the official kiln of the Song Dynasty, genuine Ru porcelain!"
"Although my bowl is not the color of the sky after rain, it is also the color of the moon, and it costs three dollars!"
"I'll give you three dollars to buy me one and try it!"
"You're Lao Zhou's disciple! The good reputation Lao Zhou has maintained for half his life is about to be ruined by you!"
"Oh…"
Song Ning twitched her lips, "I don't know if I want to buy another one. Turn left after leaving the club, there are plenty of stalls outside Panjiayuan!"
"Return to Ru Kiln...Why don't you order a kiln!"
"you…"
The middle-aged man almost fainted from breathing!
This small bowl cost him a huge sum of money, so much so that even someone of his wealth found it painful to pay.
There is something about antiques that brings good luck to people. Song Ning's move made the middle-aged man tremble with fear.
Could it be true or false?
The middle-aged man's thought was interrupted by his hurried shaking of his head.
"Impossible... This has to be true! It has to be true!"
Song Ning spread his hands, "But it's fake! Fake things can't be real..."
She said this with great certainty. The old man's eyes focused, and he quickly took out a small magnifying glass from his pocket and walked to the middle-aged man in two or three steps.
The old man's movements were quite professional, and the middle-aged man subconsciously held his breath.
The old man checked the small bowl over and over again. It was a full cup of tea before he put down the magnifying glass in his hand.
"She's right! This little bowl is indeed fake!"
"What…"
The middle-aged man's eyes suddenly shrank and his body was about to collapse in an instant.
Antiques are all about the heartbeat. The so-called real and fake, fake and real, if you don’t have the skills, daring to touch antiques is just for the thrill!
The middle-aged man in front of me was obviously too excited and almost lost his life!
Song Ning cast a sympathetic look at him without any hesitation.
The old man stretched out his arms and grabbed his waist with one hand, stopping his falling.
Anyone who sees this will have to marvel at the arm strength!
Song Ning also stared at the old man with shining eyes. Could this be the legendary innate warrior?
Pretty cool.
"How did you know that?"
The old man stuffed the middle-aged man into the arms of the person next to him, turned around and looked at Song Ning with a serious face.
"It's calculated. Do you believe it?"
Song Ning had no intention of hiding it, "I don't know much about antiques, but I know about physiognomy!"
"Among the people present, he is the only one who has the sign of financial ruin, so this small bowl must be his!"
"Old Zhou... is that why he accepted you as his disciple?"
The old man immediately put away the contemptuous expression on his face. The girl in front of him was indeed extraordinary!
"Well, I guess so!"
Although she didn't want to admit it, this was the only skill she could show in front of Professor Zhou.
"Master...it's really you!"
Li Lide, who had dark circles under his eyes and looked a lot thinner, strode over with excitement on his face.
"I... do you remember? You gave me a talisman..."
Li Lide walked towards Song Ning with a flattering smile on his face and shaky steps.
"That talisman of yours is truly magical!"
"I haven't had nightmares since I put it on, but one day the yellow talisman suddenly burned up by itself for some reason..."
"After that, I wanted to contact you again, but I couldn't find you..."
“It’s great to see you here today…”
Li Lide was a slick businessman. He explained the reason for his relationship with Song Ning in just a few words.
"Master, you once said that if we were destined to be together, you would definitely help me solve the strange things that happened to me. I wonder if it still counts now?"
"Self!"
Song Ning was also very curious about what happened to Li Lide and his wife.
"It's too late today, let's come to see me together tomorrow..."
"Okay! Thank you for troubling me, Master..."
Li Lide thanked him excitedly, and after a while he looked at Song Ning hesitantly.
"Then tonight..."
To be honest, he hasn't had a good night's sleep for a week. If this continues, he will be exhausted!
At least get two yellow talismans from the master tonight so that you can get through the night safely!
She knew what Li Lide meant, but she was wearing an evening dress tonight and had no place to put the talisman!
Song Ning pondered for a moment, "Go buy two pieces of jade and bring them to me later..."
"If you have a carving knife, bring me a set..."
"The function of the jade talisman is better than that of the yellow talisman, but the price is very high. Is it acceptable?"
"able!"
Li Lide was overjoyed and agreed without hesitation.
He is almost dead now, even if the master wants half of his property, he can accept it!
"Master, please wait a moment... I'll be right there!"
Li Lide stepped out impatiently and hurriedly went to find the organizer to buy jade. ?
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