Hearing this voice, Yaqi and the man turned around and looked over. It was Song Zixuan who spoke.

"Are you talking to me?" the man looked at Song Zixuan and said.

Song Zixuan shrugged: "No, I'm just talking about things."

The man chuckled: "Haha, tell me something? Didn't you just say I'd waste my water with 150,000?"

Song Zixuan chuckled and said nothing.

The man glanced at Song Zixuan, then took the porcelain from the owner of the goods and looked at it again, revealing a hint of sneer.

"Blue and white porcelain vases, in the Ming Dynasty, were characterized by heavy body, dark color, and flat inner walls, all of which were consistent. This is a genuine product," the man said, looking at the owner of the goods, "Haha, boss, the price cannot be increased in one go."

Many people around him laughed. After all, Li Jiahao said it very professionally. In people's eyes, he must be an expert, while Song Zixuan is like a clown.

The owner of the goods also smiled: "Haha, my brother is so good at seeing. I don't have that professional vision. So, according to the industry's rules, you can swipe your card at a fixed price?"

"Li Jiahao, do you want to think about it again? After all, 150,000 is not cheap." At this time, Yaqi asked.

Li Jiahao smiled confidently: "Haha, Yaqi, are you questioning my eyes? Don't forget, I grew up watching my baby since I was a child. My eyes are identification instruments. Come on, swipe the card!"

After saying that, he pressed the password on the card swiping machine and the transaction was completed.

Li Jiahao held the blue and white porcelain vase in his hand and said, "Haha, I didn't expect to meet someone who pretended to understand in the antique market. Yaqi, let's go? I'll send it home to you."

"You really want to give it to me? It's too expensive." Yaqi said.

"The treasure is matched with a beauty, let alone the one I love."

Yaqi blushed: "You...what are you talking about? Anyway, I don't want it. If you collect it, you can take it back by yourself."

"Okay, let's not talk about it anymore. Can we drive back first? After all, it's not convenient to hold this baby."

As he said that, Li Jiahao wanted to take Yaqi away, but Song Zixuan snorted and laughed: "The body is thick, dark, and the inner wall is uneven. You can all be made through human methods. Look at the bottom of the bottle."

Hearing this, the crowd who had originally planned to leave stopped and looked at the blue and white porcelain vase in Li Jiahao's hand again, the treasure that had just been sold for 150,000 yuan.

Li Jiahao frowned slightly and looked at the bottom of the bottle, then touched it again: "What's wrong? The traces on this just confirm the years and vicissitudes. If you wipe them, some mud traces may be wiped off. Of course, I won't do this."

"Haha, of course, but don't you know that the foot of the Ming Dynasty porcelain...that is, the bottom of the bottle is sand, especially during the Yongle period, it was even white sand-bottom?"

Song Zixuan's words changed the whole atmosphere, and this sentence seemed to be more professional than Li Jiahao's previous appraisal.

Not all those who come to the antique city to have a walk are experts, most of them watch the fun, especially when there are high-priced transactions, it is easier to watch. At this moment, more and more people are watching, almost reaching two or three levels.

Li Jiahao's face turned pale, and he touched the bottom of the bottle again. As Song Zixuan said, although the bottom of the bottle was a bit rough and muddy, the glaze was smooth and it was not a sandy bottom at all.

"Haha, boy, do you think you understand very much, don't you? But unfortunately, you are not an amateur. I grew up watching my antiques. Even the porcelain from the Yongle period may not be all white sand bottom!"

Although Li Jiahao said this, he was also worried. After all, 150,000 was sold out, which is not a small amount. He said so to show his face. When he got home, he had to make an appraisal.

Song Zixuan smiled relaxedly: "Whatever, you pay for your money anyway, as long as you think it's genuine, but..."

"What's that?" Li Jiahao was really confused. He didn't even get such a boy out of the way, so it would be fine if he broke up his own position. The key is that he was still in front of Tang Yaqi!

"But look at that one, haha, the one from Yongle years was seal script, and the one in your hand was regular script."

"You...you said seal script is seal script? I said it is regular script!" Li Jiahao was really angry and shouted.

"Okay, then you can keep it for collection." After Song Zixuan said that, he walked out of the crowd.

Many people in the crowd covered their mouths and laughed. The reason was very simple. Just now, Li Jiahao was full of confidence and said that his eyes were identification instruments and he grew up watching antiques, but now... he obviously spent 150,000 yuan to buy a fake.

As soon as he walked out of the crowd, Song Zixuan heard a thud of shattering sound, and a piece of porcelain fragments splashed under his feet. He glanced at him and showed a helpless smile.

Li Jiahao was so angry that he broke the porcelain directly. Tang Yaqi shouted in fear: "Li Jiahao, what are you going to do?"

After saying that, she turned around and ran out of the crowd. After all, it was quite embarrassing to stand closer to Li Jiahao now...

Li Jiahao gasped, grabbed the owner's collar and said, "Damn it, sell me fake goods?"

"I...I don't know either. Brother, the antique industry is all based on a pair of eyes. You can't blame me if you hit me. Moreover... you haven't identified it, why do you say that I'm selling a fake?"

Hearing this, Li Jiahao was so angry, and at the same time he regretted it very much. He was impulsive just now, and after all, he was waiting for the identification to say it was a fake and then fell down.

At this time, he was like a clown in the crowd, wishing to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it. Looking at the smiling faces of the people around him, he gritted his teeth and thought to himself, where did the little bastard come from? Let me meet you again, and I must tear you away!

As soon as Song Zixuan walked out of the crowd, he put a hand on his shoulder. When he turned around, he saw that it was a man in his fifties.

The man had a little messy short hair, no more black stockings than white hair, and the white old man's shirt was full of black marks. He was wearing a dark blue jacket on his outside. Both sleeves of the jacket were scratched. In addition, the dirty traces on his cheeks and nose were stained, Song Zixuan really thought he and the little beggar were together...

"Uncle, are you in trouble?"

The man smiled and said, "No, I have something to say to you."

"Um?"

"Don't be nervous, just three words, good eyesight!"

When Song Zixuan heard the man's words, he was a little puzzled: "You mean... I was in that stall just now?"

"Haha, I'm not interested in that fake porcelain. The real thing you bought is good. Can you show it to me?" the man smiled.

Song Zixuan took out the jade token and handed it to the man, saying, "You said this? Look."

The man took the sign and looked at Song Zixuan again: "It's generous enough, haha, aren't you afraid that I'll take such a good sign?"

"You can say that the porcelain is fake, which means you understand. If you want to see this brand, it also means you understand. My master said that if you need to get the good things into the hands of those who understand, it doesn't matter if you take them away." Song Zixuan grinned. The master he mentioned naturally refers to Mr. Fang.

The man nodded and smiled, while weighing the jade tag in his hand: "Is this tag collected from twenty?"

Song Zixuan nodded.

"You kid is so cruel. He gave him twenty yuan with such a piece of green jade."

Hearing this sentence, Song Zixuan was sure that the other party was an expert. He smiled and said, "Actually, the goods are mostly 500 yuan, and it's very cheap. The key is that I really don't have them in my pocket."

"Haha, OK, boy is pretty enough," as he said that, the man returned the jade to Song Zixuan, and at the same time took out a small wine pot from his pocket and took a sip. "Save it, if this jade comes out of water, it will make people so beautiful."

Song Zixuan nodded and smiled. This uncle was quite interesting. He was the same as the old man, and he kept drinking.

"I'm back to see you!" After drinking, the uncle turned around and walked out of the antique city, and raised his hand to wave it behind. His movements were a bit lazy, but in Song Zixuan's opinion, he was somewhat chic. Of course, this chic and the tattered dress did not conflict.

"Haha, this uncle is quite interesting. I don't know if he will see you again."

Chuncilantro restaurant.

After the lunch rush, Zhang Kui and others cleaned up the hall and started preparing for dinner, while Yang Daichui calculated the accounts for the whole morning behind the counter.

Chunxiangcai Restaurant is not a big restaurant, but since it has been in operation for more than ten years, there are many regular customers in several streets nearby, and the daily business flow is quite good.

In the past, Yang Dahui was the happiest time. After all, he made money, but after calculating for a long time today, he didn't understand. These days, he was full of keeping Song Zixuan, and he didn't even have the little money in his hands.

Just when I was upset, a girl under twenty years old walked into the hotel. The girl was dressed in a denim outfit, her fair face was light pink, and her slightly curved wavy hair hung down, making her facial features even more delicate.

The girl walked into the door, threw her big schoolbag onto the bar, and said, "Dad, I'm hungry."

Yang Daichi raised his head and finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw his daughter Yang Xue: "Little ancestor, you are back."

As he said that, he lifted up the curtain in the kitchen: "Zhang Kui, Xiaoxue is back, stir-fry two dishes."

"Okay!" Zhang Kui responded.

Yang Daehai poured a cup of hot water and handed it to Yang Xue: "Come on, daughter, sit down first and let dad see."

Yang Xue and Song Zixuan are the same age as Song Zixuan, both of whom are eighteen years old. They graduated from high school this year and were admitted to Nanfeng University in Dumen. It is precisely because of this that Yang Daichui gave her money to let her travel with her classmates.

"Dad, you don't have anything like you, you're going back on your word. My classmates and I were traveling and you called me back. What should I do if I asked me to be in front of my classmates in the future?" Yang Xue complained.

"Haha, it's not that the store is busy, and my dad misses you too much," as he said, Zhang Kui brought two dishes up, and Yang Dahui said, "Come on, daughter, eat quickly."

Yang Xue picked up the bowl and took a bite, looked around and said, "Where are you busy? You guys are still like that. You guys are still busy? Hey? Where is the waiter?"

Seeing Yang Xue ask Song Zixuan on his own initiative, Yang Dachui smiled and said, "Woer is capable and smart. She is so tired during this period. I gave him a half-day vacation. Haha, by the way, you are not young anymore. You are almost going to college. Is there any guy you like?"

Yang Dahui is actually testing his daughter. If Yang Xue says there is no, it will be just right to match her and Song Zixuan. If there is... then break it up and then match it up!

"Hey? Are you my real dad? I haven't been to college yet, and my parents don't let you fall in love early. That's fine. I just graduated from high school and started asking me about my relationship?" Yang Xue frowned and said with a pout.

Yang Dahui laughed and said, "Hahaha, that's not. My daughter is just reserved, but I think... it's okay if there is, just treat it as a rehearsal in advance. You can't have a love experience too much."

Yang Xue almost spit out a mouthful of rice: "Dad, what are you talking about?"

"Hehe, main... Dad has a good candidate and plans to cultivate you."

Upon hearing this, Yang Xue was stunned: "Person? Still...a good candidate?"

"Yes, how do you think of the waiter?"
Chapter completed!