Fairy Red Packets

Du Ziteng originally spent money to buy a fake and became angry, and when he met Chen Xin's enemies, he became more angry, but because of the noble status of the people here, he was not suitable for rash action, so he could only bear it temporarily.

However, three hundred thousand is indeed a piece of cake for him, so he sneered: "Since it was bought for three hundred thousand, I will still give it to you as it was. If you can take out three hundred thousand, this vase is yours."

He thinks that Chen Xin is definitely not willing to spend 300,000 yuan to buy a piece of porcelain, especially when several masters have concluded that it is a fake, unexpectedly Chen Xin still nodded faintly:

"Okay, then transfer the money."

"Huh! I said you can't afford...what, are you sure you want to buy?"

Du Ziteng reported his account now with a confused face and watched Chen Xin transfer money to him with his mobile phone.It took a while to react, and I couldn't help but sneer: "Diaosi is Diaosi, and will never become a high-level person. It is ridiculous to take a fake as a treasure!"

Although Elder An has seen Chen Xin pick it up twice, the vase has been judged to be a counterfeit, so he whispered: "Brother Xiao Chen, don't look away, this vase is really a fake."

Chen Xin said indifferently: "It's okay, I just look good, just buy it casually, maybe it's still a good item!"

There are so many people, Chen Xin is not convenient to disclose too much, but

As soon as they spoke, the masters were a little unhappy. Those who had seen Chen Xin frowned and did not speak, but Old Lin frowned and said:

"If this little friend has any ideas, you might as well speak out and listen."

Chen Xin smiled and said, "I just think it's a pity that the very good vase has fallen, and I can't see anything. It makes everyone laugh."

Old Lin snorted coldly: "Young people, don't go too far, let alone slanderous. You have to be down-to-earth in order to go further, otherwise it is easy to fall."

What's going on with this old man, he didn't say anything, why did he offend him?

Do you have to open it up face-to-face and tell him that he has missed it?

At the moment Chen Xin was not talking, pretending to look down at the vase, and opened his fiery eyes again. After a closer look, he found that there was a little jelly like hair on the bottom of the bottle, and his heart suddenly moved.

"That's it."

Chen Xin exhaled, already knowing his chest, and turned to ask Elder An, "Elder An, is there a blade?"

"Yes, Xiao Li, go get it."

Elder An immediately asked someone to find a thin blade, and Chen Xin took the blade and stroked the bottle lightly.

A seemingly random stroke, in fact the hair-thin jelly has been magnified tens of thousands of times in his eyes, just like a thick brush writing, it will not deviate at all, and it will be stroked from top to bottom instantly. A small mark came out.

After scratching, he carefully picked up the fine marks with the tip of the knife, then put the blade aside and gently peeled it off, and suddenly a thin inkjet film was peeled off from the vase, revealing the blue and white. True colors, everyone suddenly exclaimed:

"This, this is..."

At this time, I still don’t understand. The vase was cleverly covered with a thin film to cover people’s eyes and eyes. It’s just that the technique is so clever that it has deceived so many masters, even the professional Ruci successor Lin Laodu Deceived.

Old Lin asked a little embarrassedly: "Can you... let me see?"

Chen Xin handed him the vase, and Lin Laozai looked at it carefully, and then exclaimed: "This, this is Wang Bufan's work."

"Wang Bufan?" The people present didn't know how many times they were surprised.

"Wang Bufan is a famous ceramic master in modern times. His works are novel in composition, clear in layers, vivid and natural, and naturally natural. In the composition, all unnecessary backgrounds are often eliminated, and the picture is concise and full of beauty."

Lao Lin said in a deep voice: "Especially his original blue and white freehand brushwork technique, boldly applying the splash ink technique of traditional Chinese painting to blue and white painting, it is a very rare gem!"

Everyone suddenly realized that they all looked at Chen Xin with strange eyes. Old Lin tremblingly returned the vase to Chen Xin, and sighed: "My little brother has unique vision and meticulous attention to detail. I am ashamed of my old man."

Chen Xin smiled lightly: "Where, I just rely on my youth."

Old Lin blushed, and his face was a little embarrassed. Knowing that Chen Xin was dissatisfied with what he had just said, Elder An hurriedly came out and said:

"Chen Xin, although Wang Bufan's works are not very old, he is unique in his painting skills. Every item will be sold at a sky-high price. This vase is estimated to be at least 10 million yuan. You kid has made another windfall!"

"Ten million……"

Chen Xin was taken aback, thinking that this thing is really a heartbeat of play. It can be millions or tens of millions if he doesn't move, can his heartbeat speed up!

At this time, Du Zi's angry face turned green. The baby he bought was sold to Chen Xin as a fake. In a blink of an eye, it became 10 million, which made his heart, liver and lungs all hurt.

The key thing is that this thing was bought by someone else, but it was missed by the enemy, which made him angry, and couldn't help but curse: "Paralysis, what a shit master, it's not too bad!"

Everyone suddenly looked embarrassed, and Old Lin shook his head a little frustratedly: "Hey, I'm old, my old eyes are dim."

He walked out dejectedly. He is the heir of Ruci and a professional master. He even looked away, and he had nothing to say when he was scolded and could only bear it.

At this time, Elder An licked his face again and said, "Little brother, how about selling me this vase for ten million?"

Chen Xin hasn't spoken yet, and the masters are not happy anymore.

Lao Yuan first stood up and opposed, "Old stuff, it was your birthday last time, we all let you, this time we can't be taken advantage of by you...I will add one million and sell it to me!"

Mr. Zhao also stood up and said: "Although my old Zhao likes calligraphy and painting, Wang Bufan's works are novel in style and have the same effect as calligraphy and painting, so I paid 12 million!"

"I give out 13 million..."

Several masters scrambled to bid, and they all wanted the vase. The old man slapped his lips and gave up helplessly.

Indeed, as Old Yuan said, he has been let him twice. They are all old friends and can no longer fight.

At this time a faint voice said: "I'm paying 18 million."

It was Zheng Xinyu who was talking, and everyone was shocked. The price was already high, and it would be meaningless to fight any more, so he could only give up in anguish.

Zheng Xinyu laughed while holding the vase and said, "Oh, it feels good to pick up the leak, especially from a young man. This feeling is really wonderful!"

Du Ziteng's face turned greener, and then he sneered: "This price is completely unprofitable. You are a waste of fart!"

"Oh, some vulgar words are coming out!"

Zheng Xinyu laughed loudly, "Our Zheng family has nothing else but money. I took it back and used it as a flower vase. What happened?"

Chen Xin twitched at the corner of his mouth, thinking that it was indeed a rich man who used nearly 20 million antiques to arrange flowers. I wonder if Master Wang Bufan knows, will he crawl out of the ground to find him desperately?