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Chapter 72, Ming Dynasty Blue and White Porcelain (Part 2)

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    After this time, many spectators have gathered around.

    Some people say that if something hits someone else, they should pay for it.  Some people say that two million is not a small amount, and that most people can't afford it even if they go bankrupt.  Some people also murmured that even an antique worth two million should have a certificate of authenticity.

    "Yes, there must be certificates such as certificates of appraisal." Lan Qing suddenly grabbed a life-saving straw, "Master, brother, you said that this vase is worth two million, but what certificate do you have?"

    "Certificate?" The old man glared, "What certificate do I need for my ancestral things? Don't you two want to renege on the debt?"

    "Who said we're going to renege on the debt? But we can't just rely on your words, and we have to obediently pay two million, right?" The skimmer was not to be outdone.  

    Those who have good things and know a little knowledge of antiques squat down and pick up the vase fragments in the cloth bag and look left and right.  Some looked at it silently, some nodded: "Like, like an antique."

    Lan Qing suddenly remembered that this place seemed not far from Tianyu Group, so she called Lan Feiyang to come over.

    At this time, a middle-aged policeman came in from the crowd. Seeing the situation, he said politely: "You don't have to stand here to argue and affect the traffic. Isn't there an antique shop at the intersection of the pedestrian street in front? I suggest that you both take it first.  Find the fragments of the vase for identification by a more authoritative boss. Although the vase is broken, the age of production can still be identified from the fragments."

    The crowd of onlookers also felt that this was more appropriate.  He also said that Boss Li of "Shang Xin Zhai" is quite famous in the antique circle in Bohai City, why not go to "Shang Xin Zhai" and ask Boss Li to appraise it?  In this way, it is better to have a fairer number of compensation.

    Some people also said that Boss Li has not appraised antiques easily in the past two years, and he would not pay attention to people who are not acquaintances or friends.  Otherwise, if everyone came to look for him, wouldn't he be exhausted?

    "Then go and beg Boss Li of 'Shang Xin Zhai'." Seeing that most of the crowd recommended him, Lan Qing exchanged helpless glances with Xiao Zi and said.

    "I'm afraid it won't work." The man in his thirties objected, "Didn't you hear that Boss Li wouldn't pay attention to you if he wasn't an acquaintance or friend?"

    "Let's go beg people first and then talk about it." Displeased, he suddenly noticed that the uncle squatted down to pick up the fragments of the vase scattered outside the cloth bag, and couldn't help mocking, "Could it be that this vase of yours is not an antique at all. No  Dare to take it for identification?"

    At this time, a youth with explosive yellow hair in his twenties squeezed into the crowd, and shouted at the old man and his son: "Uncle, brother."

    "Who said that? My family's ancestral antiques will still be fake!" The man in his thirties nodded angrily, "Just go, if it doesn't work, let's change the owner!"

    "Okay, let's go!" Lan Qing was about to push the electric car, but was quickly locked by the explosive yellow hair and took the car key.

    "Hey, what are you doing?" Lan Qing stared.  Unexpectedly, Huang Mao stared back fiercely: "Of course I will return the money to you."

    "But we borrowed this from a friend."

    "Then I don't care." Huang Mao folded his arms and said with some confusion, "How much is a half-new electric car worth? I don't even bother to look at it in normal times. Stop talking nonsense, let's go."

    "Forget it, let's put him there first." Seeing Huang Mao's arrogant look, the skimmer wanted to say something, but Lan Qing grabbed him.

    A group of people walked towards the entrance of the pedestrian street.  When approaching "Xin Xin Zhai", the old man gave Huang Mao the cloth bag containing the vase and asked him to go in with Lan Qing and the others. He was anxious to find a toilet for convenience.

    The three of Lan Qing and Huang Mao came to the "Xin Xin Zhai" filled with vases, calligraphy, paintings, jade, etc., and explained their visit to a clerk.  The clerk said coldly: "Our boss Li is not here."

    Since it was asking for help, Lan Qing could only rely on her temper and asked with a smile on her face: "Then when will your boss Li come?"

    "I don't know. How can I, a part-time worker, know about the boss?" The clerk said coldly.  Instead, another female shop assistant suggested that they might as well go to Boss Lin of "Fengyaxuan" at the opposite street for an appraisal.

    The three had to come out.  The old man's son came up to him and said, "He's putting on airs and won't help with the appraisal, so let's just forget about it. My dad just said, if we think we're unlucky, you pay less, how about 1.5 million?"

    "One and a half million?" Lan Qing asked back. Seeing that their father and son seemed reluctant to do the appraisal, they guessed something wrong, "No! I still need someone to appraise it. What if it's not worth so much?"

    A few good-natured people who followed to see the fun also said that no matter what happened at this stage, they should be appraised. Boss Lin is only second to Boss Li in the antique circle of Bohai City, and he has a unique vision.??The old man's son had no choice but to go to the "Feng Ya Xuan" at the opposite street with Lan Qing and the others.

    Boss Lin happened to be there. Although he was not very happy to identify it, after repeated requests from Lan Qing and Xiaozi, he took out special archaeological instruments such as reading glasses and magnifying glasses, and looked at the fragments of the vase again and again.

    Finally, he raised his head and said: This vase he had seen a few years ago, it was blue and white porcelain produced by folk kilns in the late Ming Dynasty.  If it is intact, it is worth about five or six hundred thousand.  "

    "Impossible." The old man's son and Huang Mao both shook their heads and objected, "This is obviously the blue and white porcelain produced by Wuguan Kiln in the early Ming Dynasty, and it must cost more than 1.8 million!"

    "Then please hire someone else." Boss Lin saw off the guest displeased.

    The four of them came out of "Feng Ya Xuan" and happened to meet the old man.  The old man didn't believe it either, so he took the cloth bag from his eldest son and asked to find another shop to have it appraised.

    At this moment, Lan Feiyang broke through the crowd and came in.  Seeing this, someone proposed to go to the old store in the middle of the pedestrian street, and find Boss Zhang, who is also well-known in the antique world.  It's better to find more than one to compare.

    Both parties discussed it separately, and finally adopted this proposal.

    Boss Zhang just finished lunch and seems to know Huang Mao.  He was quite forthright, and directly took the fragments of the vase to study.

    Finally, the identification was given: this vase is blue and white porcelain from the Ming Dynasty.  It should come from the official kiln, but there is no official kiln seal.  The current price is about a million or so.

    "one million?"

    "one million?"

    Brothers Lan Feiyang and Lan Qing were surprised, while the old man's son and Huang Mao were puzzled.

    Lan Qing and the others thought that the vase might be a fake, and it might be in their own interest to find another expert to appraise it.  But I didn't expect that this vase turned out to be real, and the price was higher as it was appraised.

    The old man took his son aside and muttered a few words, and finally insisted that at least one million should be paid.  Lan Qing and Jizi said in frustration that they couldn't even get half a million.  What's more, your vase fell to the ground just lightly on the handlebar, and the uncle himself seems to be partly responsible for the inability to hold it securely.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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