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"What? Fake!"

Jin Haichang stared at him in surprise.

His assistant was also shocked.

Then he shouted anxiously: "Impossible, I bought this at a high price of 8000 million, how could it be a fake?"

"Don't pretend to understand here, do you know what an antique is?"

Zhang Fan said contemptuously: "It's not that whoever spends more money on antiques can buy real ones."

"Let's take a good look at the inscription below."

The three hurriedly looked at the inscription on the ground.

"The legacy of the ancestors in the first year of Hongxi in the Ming Dynasty."

Jin Haichang asked: "Mr. Zhang, is there any problem with this signature?"

Zhang Fan replied, "Why should I tell you?"

"Didn't some people say that I don't know how to pretend to know, so just pretend that I don't know how to understand."

The assistant glared at Zhang Fan: "I think you're just blowing nonsense."

Zhang Fan immediately fought back: "Don't use aggressive tactics, I won't be fooled, but it's not me who is embarrassing."

Jin Haichang was suddenly embarrassed, and looked at Chen Jinhu who could mediate one or two.

Chen Jinhu glanced at Jin Haichang and then at his assistant.

The meaning is clear.

Jin Haichang immediately reprimanded: "Nonsense, hurry up and apologize to Mr. Zhang, and don't look at what you are, you are worthy of questioning Mr. Zhang."

The assistant had no choice but to offer a toast and make amends: "Mr. Zhang, I'm sorry, it's because I don't know Taishan with my eyesight, and I hope you will be generous."

Zhang Fan didn't pick up the wine glass: "I have a small belly, you have a lot of adults, it's okay."

The assistant secretly panicked.

Jin Haichang took a look and knew that Zhang Fan was angry.

He hastily apologized in person: "Mr. Zhang, it's because I didn't discipline my subordinates strictly, so I punished myself with three cups."

Zhang Fan watched as Jin Haichang punished himself with three cups.

Chen Jinhu persuaded from the side: "Brother Zhang, you see that Lao Jin is so sincere, you just..."

Zhang Fan replied: "If you want me to tell the reason for the fake, I want half of the principal if I can stop the loss."

The assistant immediately lashed out: "You're thinking about farting, why should I give it to you?"

"If it's really a fake, I'll return it right away, and I don't need your advice."

Zhang Fan laughed disdainfully.

Chen Jinhu scolded: "What an idiot, I don't even understand the rules of the antique industry."

"You think it's that easy to return the goods. If it's unreasonable and unreasonable, if you overwhelm the seller, they will accept it?"

"I lost 1 million and 6 million last time, and thanks to Brother Zhang's ingenious plan, I made it back. Otherwise, I don't know where I am crying now."

"Just you, you can't even tell the truth from the fake, and you dare to return the product and ask for a loss, you idiot!"

The assistant was ashamed of being scolded, and he didn't dare to argue with Chen Jinhu, but looked at Jin Haichang helplessly, and asked President Jin to make decisions for himself.

Jin Haichang looked at the porcelain in his hand and thought about it.

Finally said: "Mr. Zhang, 4000 million, I am willing to give it to you."

Zhang Fan hummed, picked up the vegetables and ate them leisurely.

The assistant saw it in his eyes and was anxious in his heart.

"I promised to give you money, so don't hurry up and say it."

Zhang Fan replied, "Boss Jin has forgotten my rules so quickly."

Jin Haichang was taken aback for a moment, then he understood.

Immediately take out the mobile phone to transfer money.

4000 million was remitted to Zhang Fan in a blink of an eye.

The assistant saw it in his eyes and was in a hurry: "Mr. Jin, why did you give him the money? You are not afraid that he has a half-knowledge and pretends to understand. Are you fooling me here?"

Jin Haichang replied: "Mr. Zhang's ability, you have never seen it, I believe him."

"it is good."

Zhang Fan put down his chopsticks and said to him, "I'll tell you clearly just for your trust."

"This signature is wrong."

"Wrong signature?"

Jin Haichang, Chen Jinhu, and their assistants hurriedly looked at them.

Then the assistant asked, "What's wrong with this signature?"

Zhang Fan asked: "Who is Ming Chengzu referring to?"

The assistant replied: "Zhu Di, who doesn't know that he is Ming Chengzu."

Zhang Fan sneered: "Is Zhu Di's temple name Ming Chengzu?"

The assistant laughed and said, "Have you ever studied history? Who doesn't know that Zhu Di's temple name is Ming Chengzu?"

Zhang Fan said contemptuously, "Nonsense!"