Outside the store.

The people watching the fun have not dispersed. It seems that they have to see "Zoro Brother" successfully get up before they will give up. Some people even started a gambling game because of this: "If you buy one thousand and get up, you can't buy two thousand and get another one. If you buy it, you won't have the opportunity."

Bu Er was speechless for a while, but he really couldn't. Most of the onlookers were Brother Qiang's neighbors, and they couldn't care about that much. To put it bluntly, they were just clamoring for fun, and they didn't see many people who really took the money.

I saw that the few people who had fallen to the ground changed their positions. It seemed that they were knocked down again after getting up. Now they are dying. Of course, there will definitely be no dead people. There is still a sense of slightness in this step.

As for "Brother Zoro" lying on the ground at this time, his arms struggled desperately to stand up, but no matter how hard he struggled, Bu Er stepped on his back like a huge rock and couldn't move at all: "Brother Zoro? Are you so capable? Are you getting up? Aren't you very arrogant? Haha" Bu Er was mocking this classic-destroying second-hand man in words.

Fortunately, this door made Bu Er outside the door feel so refreshing.

The door of Qiangzi store is made of broken-bridge aluminum double-layer hollow glass. As long as it is not a shocking sound like a thunderstorm, it is difficult to hear it in the store. In Qiangzi's words, antiques are seen and fewer people are bought. Finally, there is a intentional one. You need a quiet environment, drink tea and chat slowly, and then the other party is dizzy before the transaction can be completed. You must not ruin the business because of noisy.

It is precisely because of this door that he "cryed to death" "Brother Zoro!" Otherwise, he would have been fighting, gambling, and making noise, and he would have summoned the foreign friend Wu Shan inside?

"Are you convinced, Brother Zoro? Will you still call this in the future?" Bu Eryi thought of the mysterious man wearing a black hat and a black eye mask. Every time the battle was completed, he would draw the word "z". His mystery, passion and justice would be furious. It seems that everyone has a hero in their hearts, and Bu Er is no exception.

"Brother Zoro" didn't speak, and it was obvious that although he had already failed, he just didn't accept it and refused to speak in a silence. Maybe he was thinking, labor and capital will piss you off to death. If you use it today and tomorrow, labor and capital will keep using it. Can you beat me "Brother Zoro" to death?

"Stubborn! I have backbone, I think how long you can last?" After saying that, Bu Er put away his feet on "Zoro Ge"'s back, and then before he could "Zoro Ge" take a good breath, he kicked his calves hard. With a "click", the "Zoro Ge" howls like a pig slaughtering sounded.

"I know you are stubborn, so you can keep calling in the future! I will make you feel very happy." Bu Er seemed to see through his thoughts.

I don’t know what happened, but when "Brother Zoro" heard Bu Er’s words, he actually started to feel furious and became scared. At first, he didn’t believe that this kid would break his calves, and at most he would beat him up. This seemed to be a bit too different from his thoughts, right?

But he didn't know that the young man in front of him often carried out dangerous tasks in the military region, such as arresting drug dealers from abroad, escorting prisoners, etc., or even more dangerous, what shouldn't be done? What dare not do? This is second. If he knew that this kid had the right to take action first and then report, he would probably have been scared to death if he didn't need to do it at that time.

"Do you know? The dream of labor and capital is to be a Zoro Brother after retiring from the army? You actually ruined the classics in my heart, the dream in my heart?" Bu Er silly said, and slowly squatted down. He saw the boy lifting the trousers that had just been kicked in with one hand. He slowly pulled up. Every time he pulled up one point, "Zoro Brother" screamed in pain until he couldn't lift it. He suddenly relaxed and his calf hit the ground again, and then a pig-killing scream came again.

Although the three little brothers who were knocked down were dying, their eyes were still very good. When they opened their eyes and looked at such torture methods, they actually fainted from shock.

The onlookers may be all drama actors, and maybe they could all feel the pain. The expressions on their faces were very well coordinated, and some even made a sound in cooperation with the waiter's movements. "Oh..."

But for two rounds, "Zoro Ge" finally raised his right hand and said vaguely, "Don't shout anymore, don't shout anymore, don't shout anymore." After that, he actually started crying "whimper".

Bu Er looked at it and shook his head: "Wouldn't it be like this? Why, I'm in a bad mood today, don't blame me!" After that, Bu Er took out a cigarette, lit it, put it in his mouth, sucked it slowly, and took out his cell phone: "Hey, is it 120? Someone here in the Antique City was injured!"

After hanging up the phone, Bu Er Chong waved his hand: "It's over, everyone, there's no show to watch it. Thank you for your support, it's lively!" After the meeting, Bu Er walked straight to the store door and found a place to sit down. It seemed that he fell in love with the broken bridge aluminum glass door.

In-store.

After about a cup of tea, the expert raised his head, was very excited, and kept muttering: "Collection, the original, is a rare collection!"

When Qiu Han heard this, his judgment in his heart became closer.

"Old sir, are you sure this is a real thing?" Qiu Han asked the most easy-to-understand words.

"Confirm, I'm sure, 100%, I dare to use my lifelong reputation as a guarantee." The sound was as strong as a bell. It seemed that the old man was indeed a little excited.

Then he said: "This is a Jilan glaze bowl, also known as "Jilan glaze, made from high temperatures, with dark colors, uniform color and light, and neither flow nor cracking. Jilan glaze is the three best products of Xuande color glaze porcelain. The craftsmanship inherits the tradition of the Yuan Dynasty. There are a few natural cracks on the surface of this object, which shows that it is a long time, and the collector knows the goods and is very good to keep. However, the edges of the bowl mouth and light are neat, and most of the lines are curved and irregular. Combined with the signature, the double-row regular script: Six-character Daming Xuande year. It is enough to conclude that this is a rare product, which is rare on the market, and is currently valued at about 6 million yuan!"

The old man obviously paused when he said that it was rare on the market. This simple pause could not escape Qiu Han's eyes.

As soon as the old man finished speaking, everyone in the audience took a breath except Qiu Han. Even Yang Neng didn't expect that this small antique city could still buy treasures? Doesn't the boss understand? Why do you have to return it? Say it was a fake? Wouldn't you make a fortune if you didn't return it?

"Okay, the things have been experienced, the real thing! Is it okay for the old man to keep them here? Does Mr. Yang have any opinions?" Qiu Han asked.

I don’t know if Yang Neng was scared by the price or the boss’s decision, but he couldn’t figure it out. When he heard Qiu Han ask him, he nodded without thinking and agreed.

"Then did you bring Mr. Yang with you the notes you bought yesterday? Don't worry, I won't tear the notes in public. I just want to confirm whether the notes are the same as ours? This is very reasonable!" Qiu Han continued to ask.

Yang Neng shook his head, took out the purchase notes from his briefcase and handed them to Qiu Han.

Qiu Han took it and said, "Xiaoli, take out yesterday's bills and show me!"

Soon Qiu Han got two identical bills in his hand. In order to show justice, the photographer specially asked the photographer to give another close-up. The contents of the regular triple receipt can be typed in a machine and are extremely clear, especially the signing sentence below the bill.

After the close-up was completed, Qiu Han handed the bill to the signing expert old man. The old man took it and looked at it, and immediately said: "This is impossible, absolutely impossible. It is impossible to buy this Jiqing glaze bowl for 400,000 yuan, and it is impossible, and it is impossible to talk about it!"

Even experts can't figure it out. If you buy it for hundreds of thousands, you can afford it for hundreds of thousands. It is impossible for you to not know the goods. Since you bought it, why should you return it? Or you say it is a fake? This is not true or reasonable? What a good baby? Is this impossible?

"Maybe! Very likely!" Qiu Han didn't wait for everyone to speak and was the first to speak. He didn't want others to interrupt his rhythm. He didn't have much time to stay here, and there were friends from afar to accompany him!

"Qianzi, take out one of the same products you sold yesterday and give it to the old experts for identification!"

So Qiangzi quickly got up, took the same style from the secret compartment of the goods desk and handed it to the expert. The expert held it in his hand, looked at it for a while, then flipped it to the bottom of the bowl, took out a traditional magnifying glass from his arms, and carefully observed it and said: "This is a fake, or it can be said to be a high-quality imitation and old handicraft. When it is available for collection, it is definitely not a real object. The market value is only about tens of thousands or two hundred thousand, and the signature is wrong."

When talking about the signature, Qiu Han was like a mirror. He picked up the tea in front of him and drank it all, and said casually: "Call the police, I suspect you are smuggling cultural relics, and there is framing and blackmailing!"

When Yang Neng heard this, his face turned pale on the spot. Can't you? The boss wouldn't cheat me. He looked at Wu Shan again and said with courage and confidence: "Why do you say that? You are slandering! If you don't say that, I will never give up!"

Qiu Han looked contempt and glared at Yang Neng: "Do you think you are smart and won't be beaten, so you won't be trapped by your boss? Do you want to know why? Pay this tea for 5,000 yuan! Or you just wait for the police to come and see if I wronged you? Or after you come out, you can ask your boss yourself to go?"

Yang Neng thought about it. Although he felt a little painful, he was very happy. He took out five thousand yuan from his briefcase and threw it on the tea table: "You can say it now, right?" He was a little unwilling to say that the boy said that tea would not be in vain anyway? It was not too unfair. Everyone told you. It seems that you can't drink tea casually in the future. It's too fucking trick.

"Look at what the sentence signed under this note says?"

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Chapter completed!