Chapter 237： Qing Dynasty·Kangxi Dragon-patterned Purple Clay Teapot (1 more seeking subscription)

Li Rongrong knelt down and picked up a fragment.

She frowned when she touched it with her hand: "San Ye, we all play antiques. You are obviously a fake. Are you cheating me?"

"Counterfeit, my blue and white porcelain has an appraisal certificate and it is worth 2.1 million yuan. Seeing my neighbors in my neighbourhood is 100,000 yuan cheaper than you, it will give you a lot of face."

With that said, San Ye took out the certificate and threw it to Li Rongrong.

Li Rongrong's pretty face flushed with anger when she looked at the certificate that San Ye gave out.

Everyone in the industry knows that this kind of certificate can be obtained with a little money.

But now that the porcelain is broken and cannot be identified, Li Rongrong can only suffer from a dumb loss.

Li Rongrong knew that San Ye nicknamed Black San, and he often cheated people on this Taobao Street.

Unexpectedly, this guy turned out to be black on his head.

Looking at the fragments in one place, Li Rongrong gritted her teeth.

She knows the rules of the industry. In this case, she can only suffer from a dumb loss.

At this moment, Ye Chen walked into the antique shop.

When Master Appraiser was turned on, the fragmented data on the ground had already appeared in Ye Chen's mind.

Modern imitations are worth 200 yuan.

Li Rongrong took a deep breath: "Okay, San Ye, since I broke the porcelain, I admit it."

Everyone shook their heads.

Everyone knows the behavior of Black San.

But it is true that Li Rongrong smashed other people's porcelain first, and now he can only suffer.

Hei Sanyi grinned, revealing two big golden teeth.

He smiled and said, "Miss Rongrong, then I thanked him for the black three."

"Wait a minute." Ye Chen suddenly said.

Hei San sneered: "What's the matter with this little brother?"

Ye Chen smiled and said, "San Ye dare not make a bet with the younger generation?"

Hei San was taken aback for a moment: "Bet, what bet?"

Ye Chen thought for a while: "Just bet I will find the most valuable treasure in your store's antiques."

Hei San suddenly burst into laughter after hearing Ye Chen's words.

There are tens of thousands of antiques in his shop. To find the most valuable one in it is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack.

The other customers and the owner of the antique shop were all stunned when they heard Ye Chen's bet.

"This kid won't be stupid. How can it be possible to find the most valuable among tens of thousands of antiques."

"That's right, I think this kid has got water in his head."

Hei San nodded: "What is your bet?"

Ye Chen smiled faintly: "Well, if I win, I will take away your most valuable thing. If I lose, then the compensation for this porcelain will double, and I will give you four million."

Hearing four million, Hei San's eyes lit up.

"Are you serious?"

Ye Chen smiled faintly: "Of course I take it seriously."

Hei San took a sip of the seaweed pot in his hand proudly: "Little brother, you took the initiative to give me money. Don't say that my old man bullies people afterwards."

Ye Chen smiled and said, "San Ye, I can still afford this little money."

"Well, everyone will be a witness, but you can't find it endlessly. I will give you five minutes, how about it."

"No, how can it be possible to find out from tens of thousands of antiques in five minutes?" Li Rongrong suddenly became unhappy.

Hei San sneered: "If you don't dare, then forget it, I won't slander you, just take two million."

Ye Chen smiled: "If there is anything you dare not, five minutes, only five minutes."

"Ye Chen, how is this possible? Hei San's antique shop has tens of thousands of antiques. He mixes all the authentic and fakes together. No one can find them except himself."

"Rongrong, don't worry, since I dare to bet with him, I will naturally have the confidence to beat him."

Ye Chen walked to the antique and smiled faintly: "San Ye, you can start timing."

Hei San nodded: "The young man is refreshed."

He took out a stopwatch and started timing.

The five-minute countdown, the second hand moved quickly.

To everyone's surprise, Ye Chen didn't touch any antique, but looked at it with his eyes.

"This kid is too funny, how can you tell if you don't touch it."

"Does he think his eyes are golden pupils? You can tell the authenticity of Antique at a glance?"

"Black San is too shrewd and won two million in vain."

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Seeing Ye Chen's actions, everyone shook their heads. In their eyes, Ye Chen was determined to lose.

Thousands of antiques can be seen only with eyes, and it is harder than heaven to distinguish between true and false.

At this time, Ye Chen's eyes scanned every antique, and its value quickly appeared in Ye Chen's mind.

Modern imitation blue and white porcelain, worth twelve thousand.

The porcelain bowl of the Republic of China is worth one hundred and eight thousand.

Zhengde blue and white porcelain is worth three million.

Soon, the value of each piece of antiques appeared in Ye Chen's eyes as Ye Chen scanned them.

In just three minutes, Ye Chen scanned the price of the porcelain in the entire room.

The most valuable is the Zhengde blue and white porcelain.

Ye Chen turned his head and looked at Hei San sitting on the table comfortably sipping tea, with a smug expression on his face.

No, Black San is so cunning, and he dare to bet with me that he is sure of winning, so he can't win so easily.

There must be something wrong.

Suddenly, Ye Chen smiled.

His eyes fell on the purple clay pot in Hei San's hands.

Qing Kangxi dragon-patterned purple clay teapot, worth about 9 million!

It turns out that the most valuable antique in the entire antique shop is this Qing Kangxi teapot with dragon pattern.

No wonder the old man kept holding the purple clay pot and not letting go.

Many people think that he loves tea, but in fact this is his lifeblood.

At this time, the time has come for five minutes, and Hei San sneered: "Young man, the time is up, you can tell me, which antique is the most valuable in my antique shop."

Ye Chen walked to the Zhengde blue and white porcelain.

Seeing this scene, a sly smile crossed the corner of Kuro San's mouth.

Ye Chen smiled faintly: "This Zhengde blue and white porcelain is indeed good, but it is a pity that the most valuable treasure in your store is not it."

Hearing Ye Chen's words, Hei San's expression suddenly changed. Ye Chen walked to Hei San and looked at the purple clay pot in his hand with piercing eyes.

"San Ye, can you give me a palm with this purple clay pot?"

Hei San's face suddenly changed.

Everyone was also stunned.

Everyone who came to the store noticed that Hei San had been holding a purple clay pot in his hands, but no one thought it was a treasure.

Ye Chen said lightly: "San Ye, you Qing Kangxi dragon-patterned purple clay teapot, worth 8.5-9 million yuan, it should be your town store treasure!"

Hearing Ye Chen's words, San Ye's face suddenly turned pale.

Hei San would never have thought that Ye Chen actually saw that the purple clay pot in his hand was a treasure.

Everyone's eyes also turned to Hei San.

"Oh my God, it's no wonder that the third master doesn't let go of holding this teapot."

"I also heard that a Qing Kangxi dragon-patterned purple clay pot was photographed at auction for 8.69 million six months ago. It turned out that it was photographed by San Ye."

Heisan's face was pale, and his hands were shaking slightly.

Li Rongrong's eyes were full of shock.

"Ye Chen, you are amazing!"

Looking at Heisan with trembling hands, Ye Chen smiled slightly: "Master San, you don't want to go wrong!"

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