My Three Realms Red Envelope Group

Chapter 116 Extraordinary Works
Du Ziteng was angry when he spent money to buy a counterfeit, and when he met Chen Xin's enemy, he became even more annoyed. However, due to the high status of the people here, it is not suitable for rash action, so he can only endure it temporarily.

But 30 yuan is really a piece of cake for him, so he sneered: "Since I bought it for 30 yuan, I will return it to you. If you can take out 30 yuan, this vase is yours."

He thought that Chen Xin would definitely not be willing to spend 30 yuan to buy a piece of porcelain, especially when several masters judged it to be a fake, but Chen Xin still nodded lightly:
"Okay, let's transfer the money then."

"Hmph! I just said you can't afford it... what, are you sure you want to buy it?"

Du Ziteng reported his account number with a confused face, and watched Chen Xin transfer the money to him with his mobile phone.It took a while to react, and he couldn't help sneering: "A dick is a dick, and he will never become an upper-class person. Taking a fake as a treasure is simply ridiculous!"

Although Mr. An had seen Chen Xin pick it up twice, the vase had already been judged to be a fake, so he whispered, "Brother Chen, don't be fooled, this vase is really a fake."

Chen Xin said indifferently: "It's okay, I just look good, so I can buy it casually, maybe it's still a good item!"

There are a lot of people here, and it is inconvenient for Chen Xin to reveal too much, but as soon as he said it, several masters were a little displeased. Those who had seen Chen Xin just frowned and didn't speak, but Mr. Lin frowned. wrinkled said:
"What good opinion does this little friend have, you might as well say it out and listen."

Chen Xin said with a smile: "I just think it's a pity that the pretty vase fell, and I can't see anything. It makes everyone laugh."

Old Lin snorted coldly: "Young man, don't be too ambitious, let alone talk nonsense, you have to be down-to-earth to go further, otherwise it's easy to fall."

What's the matter with this old man, you didn't say anything, how did you offend him?
Do you have to expose it to your face and say that he was wrong?

At the moment Chen Xin was not talking, and pretended to look down at the vase, she opened her piercing eyes again, looked carefully, and found a hair-thin jelly on the bottom of the vase, and her heart skipped a beat.

"I see."

Chen Xin let out a sigh of relief, she already understood it, she turned her head and asked Mr. An: "Mr. An, do you have a blade?"

"Yes, Xiao Li, you go and get it."

Mrs. An immediately asked for a thin blade, and Chen Xin took the blade and slashed lightly on the body of the bottle.

A seemingly random swipe, in fact, the hair-thin jelly has been magnified tens of thousands of times in his eyes, just like a thick calligraphy brush, it will not go wrong at all, and it will be drawn from top to bottom in an instant. Make a fine mark.

After scratching, he carefully picked the fine marks with the tip of the knife, then put the blade aside, and gently peeled off, a piece of spray-painted film as thin as a cicada's wing was peeled off from the vase, revealing a blue and white pattern. True color, everyone suddenly exclaimed:
"This, this is..."

At this time, I still don't understand that this vase was covered with a layer of film to cover people's eyes and ears with a clever technique, but this technique is extremely clever, so many masters have been fooled, even Lin Lao, the professional successor of Ruci cheated.

Elder Lin asked with some embarrassment: "Can... let me see?"

Chen Xin handed him the vase, Lin Laozai looked at it carefully, and then exclaimed: "This, this is Wang Bufan's work."

"Wang Bufan?" The people present did not know how many times they were surprised.

"Wang Bufan is a famous ceramic master in modern times. His works are novel in composition, clear in layers, freehand, vivid and natural, and natural. He often excludes all unnecessary backgrounds in composition, and the pictures are concise and full of beauty."

Mr. Lin said in a deep voice: "In particular, his original blue and white freehand brushwork technique, which boldly applies the traditional Chinese painting technique of splashing ink to blue and white painting, is a very rare treasure!"

Everyone suddenly realized that they all looked at Chen Xin with strange eyes. Elder Lin returned the vase to Chen Xin with slightly trembling hands, and sighed, "Little brother has a unique vision and meticulous attention to detail. My old man is ashamed of himself."

Chen Xin said with a faint smile, "No, I'm just relying on my youth."

Old Lin blushed, feeling a little embarrassed. Knowing that Chen Xin was dissatisfied with what he said just now, Old An hurried out to smooth things over and said:

"Chen Xin, although Wang Bufan's works are not very old, but his painting skills are unique, and every item will be sold at a sky-high price. This vase is estimated to be worth at least 1000 million or more. You kid has made another windfall!"

"1000 million..."

Chen Xin was taken aback, thinking that this thing is really a heartbeat for playing, it can be tens of millions at every turn, how can the heartbeat not speed up!

At this moment, Du Ziteng's face turned green with anger. The treasure he bought was actually sold to Chen Xin as a counterfeit, and it became 1000 million yuan in a blink of an eye. This made his heart, liver, and lungs hurt from anger.

The key point is that this thing was bought by others, but it was missed by the enemy, which made him even more angry, and he couldn't help cursing angrily: "Paralyzed, what kind of bullshit master, you just missed it!"

Everyone immediately looked embarrassed, and Elder Lin shook his head in frustration and said, "Oh, I'm old, my old eyes are dim."

As he said that, he walked out dejectedly. He is the successor of Ruci, a professional master, and he had lost his sight. He had nothing to say when he was scolded, so he could only endure it.

At this time, Mr. An licked his face again and said, "Little brother, how about selling this vase to me for 1000 million?"

Chen Xin hadn't spoken yet, and the masters were all unhappy.

Mr. Yuan was the first to stand up to object, "Old man, last time it was your birthday, we let you go, this time you can't take advantage of me again... I will add 100 million and sell it to me!"

Mr. Zhao also stood up and said: "Although my old Zhao likes calligraphy and painting, Wang Bufan's works are novel in painting and calligraphy, which are similar to calligraphy and painting, so I pay 1200 million!"

"I'll give 1300 million..."

Several masters competed to bid, all wanting the vase, Mr. An looked at it and smacked his lips, but gave up helplessly.

Indeed, as Yuan Lao said, he has already been let go twice, and they are old friends, so there is no further dispute.

At this time, a faint voice said: "I will offer 1800 million."

It was Zheng Xinyu who spoke, and everyone was stunned. The price was already skyrocketing, and there was no point in arguing any longer, so they could only give up resentfully.

Zheng Xinyu played with the vase and said with a smile: "Oh, it feels so good to pick up leaks, especially from a young master, this feeling is so wonderful!"

Du Ziteng's face turned greener, and then he sneered: "This price has no profit at all, you're a fart picker!"

"Hey, some foul language has come out!"

Zheng Xinyu laughed loudly, "Our Zheng family has nothing but money, so what if I take it back and use it as a vase for flower arrangement!"

The corners of Chen Xin's mouth twitched, thinking that he was indeed a rich man, and the antiques worth nearly 2000 million were used for flower arrangement. If Master Wang Bufan knew about it, would he crawl out of the ground and fight for him?

(End of this chapter)