The all-around master of the beautiful president

Chapter 110 Master?Liar!　
"Everyone don't need to fight, and don't worry, I always help people to see fate, as long as you and I are destined, I will naturally choose you."

Zhuang Bifan had a face full of hospitality, but he was disrespectful, as if respect was not as good as obedience.

Although they had known the news for a long time, everyone still had a look of grief on their faces. Some people who just came here admiringly couldn't help asking.

"I'm leaving tonight? It's too soon, let's stay for another two days!"

After all, such a free appraising treasure like Master Zhuang, and earning money every time, is simply rare in a hundred years.

"Tomorrow is the opening day of the foreign treasure appraisal conference. I don't want to miss such a grand event, so today is the last day. I hope everyone will understand my identity as a treasure appraisal master."

After all, the initiative was in Zhuang Bifan's hands. When he said this, everyone stopped talking and expressed their support.

"Since it's the last day, Master Zhuang, if you and I have a grudge today, then I'm willing to pay you, it's a gift of practice!"

"Yes, as long as the master helps me choose, I will pay twice the price of the treasure as a reward!"

According to Master Zhuang's achievements in the past month, the treasures in his hands must be multiplied by at least five or six times. Not to mention paying twice the reward, even paying three times the reward is a sure-fire deal.

"enough!"

Zhuang Bifan waved his hand, frowned, and said with supreme majesty: "Appreciation of treasures is an art, I hope you don't use money to insult it! If I am doing it for money, why should I help you? If you pick up the leaks and take them out, wouldn't the bowl be full already?"

Everyone was dumbfounded, because this was all the truth!

If people want to make money, they only need to make a fortune silently, so why waste their tongues to help them.

"Our Hua country is a socialist country. How can we learn from those capitalist countries, which emphasize money first? Money is like floating clouds, and the price of art is higher. I love art, and I value fate more. If any of you talk about remuneration, you will be free." Stand! I, Zhuang Bifan, hate dealing with profit-seeking people the most!"

Listen, listen!
Look at the quality of others, and then look at yourself...

It's not a class at all!
No wonder he is a master, and he is just an ant struggling to make a living in the world of mortals!
These people were almost moved to tears by Zhuang Bifan's impassioned speech, and they were all ashamed and speechless.

Even Shen Danzhuang was moved with admiration, "This is really a master."

Qin Yu said with a half-smile: "Pretentious, I believe he is a speaker more than Master Jianbao."

"No, I think he is very upright." Shen Danzhuang was a little speechless: "You have been targeting others, is it because they are bigger than you?"

Qin Yu didn't answer her question, but instead asked, "Do you believe in Mai Liuzhuang's metaphysics?"

Shen Danzhuang tentatively asked: "You mean appearance?"

Qin Yu nodded, pointed at Zhuang Bifan who was giving a passionate speech, and said, "You speak before you speak, and your lips are thin and your teeth are thin. This is a typical sign of evil intentions. Only [-]% of what you say is credible."

"The earballs are poor and weak and sharp, commonly known as chicken beak ears. Selfishness must be heavy, and they can do whatever it takes to benefit."

"Listening to his conversations, he would touch his beard from time to time, and repeat what he said in different sentences every once in a while. Even though he looks decent on the surface, he must be sinister and cunning in his heart."

"In my opinion, he is at most a liar, not a treasure appraiser." Qin Yu smiled disdainfully: "So there is no need for me to be jealous of him."

"You still know the art of making faces in sackcloth?" This time, the light makeup was really shocked.

Qin Yu waved his hand modestly, "I just understand a little bit."

At this time, Zhuang Bifan moistened his throat and continued: "Okay, it's getting late, let's start appraising treasures directly! But..."

As he spoke, he changed the subject and said with a serious face: "But before identifying, let me make it clear that people are not sages and sages have no faults, and I will punch holes sometimes, so I can't guarantee that you will make 100% of the money. , at most only [-]% sure."

"Master Zhuang, what are you talking about? Our antique business is inherently risky. Besides, even if you drill your eyes, you are better than us who are blind!"

"That's right. Besides, the probability of [-]% is already very high. Even for those masters of the Antique Association, a [-]% certainty is already very high!"

"How can there be so many leaks for people to pick up, and a little bit of money is enough, but I believe that if the master helps you choose, we will definitely make money!"

Zhuang Bifan rubbed his beard and laughed, "Since everyone trusts Zhuang so much, I'll make a fool of myself again!"

"Me! Choose me!"

"Master Zhuang, no uncle! Grandpa! Choose me!"

"Choose me, choose me, I am destined to be with you!"

For a while, people started to go crazy again, like housewives fighting at the supermarket sale booth.

It can be seen from this that Zhuang Bifan has reached the status of a god in the hearts of everyone in this month.

"Just you!"

A somewhat balding middle-aged man walked out of the crowd, with disbelief written all over his face, "Me? Really me?!"

"It's you!" Zhuang Bifan nodded with a smile, showing his demeanor without a doubt.

"Thank you, master!" The middle-aged man was so excited that he almost jumped up, "I wonder what the master will help me choose?"

Zhuang Bifan didn't answer, and walked around several nearby booths.

Seeing his actions, everyone didn't dare to breathe, for fear of distracting the old man's attention.

Not long after, he stopped at the booth where Qin Yu was before, picked up a teapot, played with it a few times, and handed it to the middle-aged man, "Just choose this one."

"Good! Good!" The middle-aged man nodded frantically, and then asked the boss the price.

"Two hundred and five, you can't bargain! You must have made a profit, let me tell you!" The stall owner was a little bit pained when he made an offer.

The middle-aged man threw out three hundred directly, "Don't look for it!"

Then he rushed into a nearby Jianbao Pavilion that specializes in buying antiques, and he ran out excitedly with a handful of banknotes, "Hahaha! A teapot from the Qing Dynasty, sold for 3000 yuan!"

Although he only earned a few thousand yuan, the price has increased tenfold, which shows how vicious Master Zhuang's eyesight is.

However, Shen Danzhuang took an extra look at Qin Yu, because he also looked at the teapot just now, and didn't say it was bad, only that it was not enough.

Thinking about it now, something worth 3000 yuan is really not precious enough.

But looking at it this way, Master Zhuang doesn't seem to be a liar either.

Shen Danzhuang was puzzled, but Zhuang Bifan stroked his beard in satisfaction, looked around and said, "Okay, the next one... it's you!"

(End of this chapter)