Xuan Neng Bao Jian

Chapter 295 Demolition
"Crack, crack, crack...!"

Listening to the continuous broken sound, the corners of Liu Jiu's mouth twitched violently.

"This...how is this possible?" He stared at Wang Xiaohu with rounded eyes, with an expression of disbelief.

I saw Wang Xiaohu was like a game of flowers, with an extremely relaxed expression, holding a small hammer in his hand, walking step by step and smashing all the way, a house of good antiques was ruined by him horribly.

"It's fake, how could it be so fast, doesn't this kid want his fingers?"

Liu Jiu's eyeballs jumped wildly. He didn't believe that Wang Xiaohu could distinguish his perfect work so quickly.

"Hmph, boy, wait until you chop your fingers off!" There are too many antiques in the room, and since he didn't leave any flaws, even Liu Jiu himself has forgotten which antique is real and which is real. It's fake, but it's not closed. Don't you have a record?

"Gudong!" Liu Jiu took two sips of wine, put the wine bottle on the table, turned around and came to the workshop, rummaging through the boxes and cabinets to find records of his antiques.

"Papapa... bang, bang, bang!" There were loud cracking sounds one after another, and the sound of the collision of chairs and cabinets echoed each other, and the whole workshop was instantly as noisy as a construction site.

"Hahahaha, I finally found it! Boy, you are dead!"

After searching for a long time, Liu Jiu finally pulled out some dusty documents from among the ruins.

"Ahem!" He just raised his head and didn't laugh a few times before he was choked by the dust above and coughed violently.

"Gudong!" He reached out and grabbed the wine on the table, took two gulps, suppressed his cough, and Liu Jiu walked towards the room with the documents on his face proudly.

"I...ri...you...well!" When he saw the situation in the room, Liu Jiu had the intention to kill someone.

A room full of antiques, in just a short period of time, had been smashed to pieces by the bastard Wang Xiaohu. Everything was covered with crispy chips as far as the eye could see. It looked several times messier than a garbage dump.

"Wang Xiaohu, if I don't chop off your finger, I, Liu Jiu, will write it backwards!"

Liu Jiu's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, not to mention his carefully crafted high-quality imitation antiques, there are quite a few real ones in them!It can be said that all his wealth is in this small room. Now that Wang Xiaohu has ruined him like this, how can he not be angry?

"Ah, Brother Liu Jiu, don't worry, I will finish the appraisal soon!"

As if sensing Liu Jiu's gloomy gaze, Wang Xiaohu turned his head and grinned at him, "Crack!" After he finished speaking, he turned around and swung the hammer before smashing it.

"I... is this your sister's appraisal? This is clearly demolition, okay?"

With a dark face, Liu Jiu stretched out his hand to open the document with a stiff face, his eyes were burning and fixed on Wang Xiaohu's fingers.

"This one...!" He picked up a fragment and compared it carefully with the documents.

Now Liu Jiu can be said to be extremely regretful, why didn't he make a serial number in advance?Wang Xiaohu randomly smashed it like this, and the pieces were everywhere, how long will he be right!

"Wow, wow!" Liu Jiu bit the file and finally found the record near the end.

"The Moyu Jiangnan map of the Song Dynasty is a work I forged three years ago!"

After making a comparison, Liu Jiu's brows instantly furrowed. He squinted at Wang Xiaohu's sweating back, with a slightly surprised look on his face: "It's actually... right?"

"Is it an accident?" He shook his head and snorted coldly: "Cut, boy, you are lucky, your finger is stored in your hand first, and I will get it right away!"

"Crack" He threw the shard casually, picked up another pottery shard, and started to study it seriously, his earnest appearance was completely different from that of the spiritless alcoholic just now.

"Tianshui Linglong Porcelain? A work made three months ago, this... This bastard guessed it right again. Is this impossible?"

Liu Jiu's hands trembled slightly, and his face became more and more ugly when he looked at Wang Xiaohu.

"Luck, it must be luck. This is my perfect work. Even Master Appreciation Master can't distinguish it. How could he judge it so quickly!"

Liu Jiu's eyes were slightly red, and he gritted his teeth and grabbed a piece of debris to compare them again.

"Crack!" After a while, he smashed the fragments to the ground, and Liu Jiu shouted cursingly, "What the hell, he was right again! I don't believe it!"

"Wow, wow!" Liu Jiu was like a scavenger in a garbage dump, half-kneeling in front of a pile of ruins, constantly flipping through things, with expressions of surprise and disappointment on his face from time to time.

"Crack, crack!" "Yuan Qinghua, Shanhai Paperweight, that's right again, your sister's...!"

He cursed and smashed several fragments, his face became more and more solemn.

"Hey, you are still busy! I have finished the appraisal, you continue, I will go to rest first!"

At this time, Wang Xiaohu walked up to Liu Jiu with a small hammer on his shoulder, with a bright smile on his face.

Wang Xiaohu is naturally very happy to be able to come into contact with so many antiques in one day. After resigning from Jingbao Pavilion, he will not be able to contact antiques at all for a while, which means that the spiritual power needed by his hands, mind, eyes and eyes has become a source of water. Sooner or later, it will be exhausted. Although most of Liu Jiu's antiques are fakes, there are still many genuine ones, which replenish the spiritual power in Wang Xiaohu's hands.

The only pity is that Liu Jiu's antiques are all regular antiques, and he has never encountered such exotic spiritual powers as pink spiritual power and black spiritual power, but even so, it is enough for Wang Xiaohu to be satisfied.

Hearing Wang Xiaohu's words, Liu Jiu came to his senses this time as if he had just woken up from a dream.

The moment he looked up and saw the situation in the room, his face was as cold as frost.

"Wang Xiaohu...you bastard, I won't let you go!" Liu Jiu was trembling with anger, he felt his heart was bleeding.

The room was full of antiques, only a few of them were smashed by Wang Xiaohu in a few minutes, and now there are probably less than [-] to [-] antiques left in the whole room, and it looks extremely miserable to be alone in the ruins.

"Hurry up, you're going to run out of wine in a while!" Hearing Liu Jiu's roar, Wang Xiaohu smiled faintly, grabbed the wine bottle on the table and began to drink for himself.

"You...you...!" Watching her antiques being smashed and the fine wine falling into this guy's claws, Liu Jiu's face turned red, like a crayfish just out of the pot, almost smoking.

"You just wait for me, I will definitely stamp your fingers until there is no residue left! Ah...!"

Liu Jiu glared at Wang Xiaohu fiercely, pulled his neck and roared, grabbed the fragments with red eyes, and put himself into the comparison seriously again.

"Crack, crack!" "Impossible?"

The more numbers Liu Jiu compared, the uglier his face became.

More than 100 pieces, he has already compared more than 100 pieces, and Wang Xiaohu has not missed a single one.

"How could this be?" The more he compared, the more pleasantly surprised he became, the anger on his face turned into surprise, then fear, and in the end, there was a hint of despair.

"Crack!" Liu Jiu's hand trembled violently, and the last piece in his hand fell feebly to the ground.

"Wow, wow!" The paper flew around, and Liu Jiu seemed to be talking in his sleep.

"Damn it... hell!"

(End of this chapter)