The beginning of a city with a trillion

Just when Yang Fei finished beating the boss and was about to continue smashing porcelain.

Suddenly there was an old but energetic voice from outside the door.

"Xiao Wang, how many times have I told you that you should not be too dark when doing business, otherwise, you will suffer retribution sooner or later. Look, something has happened now?"

Hearing this old voice, the owner of the antique shop rushed out the door as if seeing a savior.

Supporting the old man who was talking, he said as he walked, "Old Zhang, I have been wronged. It's not like you don't know about the antique business, it's like this in all likelihood..."

"Nonsense! You are clearly shoddy, so why am I wronging you? You are ruining the reputation of the antique industry by doing this!"

The old man known as Mr. Zhang, after reprimanding the owner of the antique shop.

Turning to look at Yang Fei, he persuaded softly: "Young man, I can understand your feeling of being cheated. Although there are many fakes here, some of them are still very valuable for collection."

Mr. Zhang picked up a piece of porcelain and said, "Like this Northern Song Longquan kiln celadon carved bowl, although it is an imitation of the Qing Dynasty, it still has a certain value, and the market price is not less than 50."

Seeing Mr. Zhang as if no one was around, he directly commented on the porcelain in the store.

The face of the owner of the antique shop became more and more ugly.

Mr. Zhang is a leader in the antique world, and when he commented on the fakes in the store, Wang Gang, the owner of the antique store, couldn't help but blush.

At first, Yang Fei didn't pay much attention when he saw Mr. Zhang commenting on fake products.

But when he found out, Mr. Zhang's eyes were slowly aiming at his priceless porcelain vase.

Yang Fei suddenly understood, this matter, it seems that it is not so simple!

This piece of old, on the surface, is reprimanding the owner of the antique shop to stand up for himself.

But in fact, I am afraid that the motive is impure!

Seeing Mr. Zhang walking slowly towards his porcelain vase, Yang Fei walked up directly.

Put the porcelain bottle into the bag, then lead the bag and walk outside the antique shop.

Seeing that Yang Fei wanted to leave, Chen Fa'er shouted in surprise: "Little brother, why are you going, don't you want the rest of the porcelain?"

"No, I'll give you the rest!"

Hearing Yang Fei's words, everyone present gasped.

Lord, you are really proud!

For the porcelain that cost 500 million yuan, just listen to it.

Now you want to give it away directly, do you have money but no place to spend it?

Seeing that Yang Fei wanted to leave the antique shop, Zhang Lao twitched the corner of his mouth and said loudly: "Young man, please stay!"

Originally, Mr. Zhang wanted to approach the porcelain vase quietly to see if it was genuine.

If it is, he will buy it directly from Yang Fei.

Of course, at the price of a fake.

Who would have thought that at first he thought that Yang Fei didn't understand anything and only knew how to throw porcelain to vent his anger.

Unexpectedly, he snatched away the porcelain bottle before him, and the scene was embarrassing for a while.

In desperation, Mr. Zhang could only ask Yang Fei to stay.

Originally, Yang Fei didn't want to pay attention to this shameless old man, but after thinking about it, the owner of the antique shop was just slapped in the face, which didn't seem to be the point of heartache.

So he stopped, turned around and said, "Old Zhang, what's the matter?"

Mr. Zhang walked up to him, pointed to the porcelain vase in his arms, and said kindly, "Young man, can I have a look at your porcelain vase?"

The boss Wang Gang, who had been in a daze until now, suddenly changed his face when he heard Mr. Zhang's words.

Who is Mr. Zhang?He is a well-known figure in the Chinese antique world, the deputy curator of the Forbidden City Museum, and the inheritor of the official kilns of the Tang and Three Dynasties in China!

He said that he wanted to see Yang Fei's porcelain vase, which meant that this porcelain vase must be worth a lot!

"It shouldn't be. When I took this porcelain bottle back, I studied it carefully. It looks like a fake with such a brand new luster. Why is Mr. Zhang interested in this bottle?"

Wang Gang froze on the spot stupidly, and murmured softly.

After listening to Mr. Zhang's words, Yang Fei glanced at the stupid Wang Gang.

Then he walked to the table beside him and took out the porcelain bottle from his arms.

Put it on the table, and said: "I will put this porcelain bottle here, you can look at it if you want!"

The moment the porcelain vase was placed on the table, Mr. Zhang staggered over and looked at the porcelain vase carefully.

"This color is obviously only available in the official blue porcelain of the Tang Dynasty!"

"The imperial seal on the bottom of the bottle is clearly visible, which is in line with the rules of the Tang Dynasty."

"The pattern on it is lifelike, and only the official kiln can make such a good product!"

Tang Dynasty official kiln imperial method blue porcelain?

Or a premium product?

Judging from the auction records of previous years, they are worth at least 5000 million, right?

hiss……

This is really a big loss!

Originally, Wang Gang thought that he could earn at least 2000 million from this business.

But now, at least 3000 million will be lost!

At this time, Wang Gang's face was as black as Bao Zheng's.

"Mr. Zhang, how much is this porcelain vase worth?"

Seeing Wang Gang's ugly expression, Yang Fei didn't think it was enough, so he was going to give him two more fires.

Let him experience the feeling of despair!

Mr. Zhang picked up the bottle, looked it over carefully, and said quietly: "This blue porcelain made by the imperial kiln of the Tang Dynasty was sold at Sotheby's auction five years ago, and it is worth 3000 million yuan!"

As soon as the words were finished, there was a bang, and there was a sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.