The evil genius doctor came down the mountain, the billionaire president sent a marriage letter

The corner of Chen Jinhu's mouth twitched.

The master travels through ancient times.

This conjecture is bullshit.

Jin Haichang's expression was sad, and he kept his secret for a while.

Don't know what to think.

After a while, Jin Haichang immediately ordered Tian Shuya: "Check the Chinese Dragon Brush Washer and see who made it?"

"Yes."

Tian Shuya immediately took out her mobile phone to search.

Soon, Tian Shuya showed the searched information to Jin Haichang.

After reading it, Jin Haichang was so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood.

"It's really a modern imitation, how could I be fooled by this?"

Chen Jinhu clicked his tongue speechlessly, not knowing how to comfort Jin Haichang for a while.

Or Zhang Fan had the foresight to know that Jin Haichang was arty, but he was not suitable for making antiques at all.

Get vaccinated early.

This look at people is really poisonous.

I admire you.

Chen Jinhu glanced at Zhang Fan in admiration.

Jin Haichang came back to his senses and hurriedly asked Zhang Fan: "Brother Zhang, although this is a fake, I don't know how much it is worth?"

Zhang Fan fell silent.

Jin Haichang was anxious to death: "You said it."

Zhang Fan replied: "It's worthless."

Jin Haichang's face suddenly turned sallow, and his body was crumbling.

Chen Jinhu hurriedly asked Zhang Fan, "It's worth a little money anyway."

Zhang Fan replied: "In the antique business, things, if you think they are worth collecting, they are priceless treasures."

"I can't give you the price. After all, everyone has their own vision and values. You say no, Old Chen."

Chen Jinhu understood.

There are two meanings to this.

On the first floor, Jin Haichang's porcelain is really worthless, I'm afraid it's only a few hundred yuan at most, so don't ask yourself too much, it will only make people unhappy.

The second meaning is that the thing is a fake, but if you can get rid of it, you can also recover the loss.

In the antique industry, to put it bluntly, everyone is fooling each other.

Whoever fools anyone will get it.

Of course.

These words were deduced by Chen Jinhu himself.

Whether Zhang Fan meant it in this way is unknown.

No one would say these words outright.

Otherwise, if Jin Haichang went back to deceive others, Zhang Fan would be charged with abetting, which would not be worth the candle.

Chen Jinhu comforted Jin Haichang.

"Old Jin, be careful. Last time I also drilled a hole. The loss of 1 million 6, I just knocked out my teeth and swallowed it."

"It's time to pay the tuition fee. There is no one who can become a talent without paying the tuition fee in the antique shop. Learn from the lesson and let's seize the opportunity next time."

"As the saying goes, if you don't open for three years, you can eat for ten years."

"You, don't care about the gains and losses in front of you. Come, drink, and I will toast you."

Jin Haichang took a sip of his drink and sighed, "You're right, just pay the tuition fee."

"It's just that the tuition fee is a bit miserable. I never thought that the things auctioned in the auction house can be fake. What do you call this?"

"Ok?"

When Zhang Fan heard this, his ears moved, and he immediately asked: "You said this is something from the auction house?"

Jin Haichang nodded and said, "Yes, what's wrong?"

Zhang Fan demanded, "Do you have the appraisal certificate from the auction house?"

Jin Haichang immediately looked at Tian Shuya.

Tian Shuya immediately presented a series of documents.

After Zhang Fan checked it, he said, "With these documents, Mr. Jin, you can go directly to the auction house to settle accounts."

"If they insist that the products sold in their auction house are genuine, then you are welcome and call the police."