Chapter 18

The voice just fell.

The whole audience exclaimed.

Fifteen million is already the highest price at this auction.

Nature caused quite a stir.

The price also frightened Liu Lao.

He didn't expect sun Guokang to raise so much money.

This made him hesitate.

Zhang song was nervous.

"Liu Lao, bid quickly! This is an authentic work. You can't be photographed by others."

Ye fan can't see the authenticity of calligraphy and painting.

But Zhang Song's every move made him see something wrong.

He is just a treasure appraiser. How can he feel more anxious than Liu Lao.

Liu Laoyi gritted his teeth.

"Don't be complacent, Lao sun. I can afford more than ten million."

"Sixteen million."

"Wow!"

The exclamation came again.

Almost everyone gave up the auction.

The whole audience's eyes were intertwined with them.

Watching the fairy fight.

"That's it? It's worth a million dollars."

"Eighteen million."

Sun Guokang smiled.

It seems that Liu Lao didn't pay attention at all.

If you don't fight for steamed bread, you still fight for breath.

Liu Lao will not be compared.

"20 million."

"Grandpa, you can't shout any more."

Liu Ruyan was worried.

Not to mention that 20 million has exceeded the budget.

The most important thing is that it is difficult to tell whether the calligraphy is true or false.

If you hit your hand, it will be a huge loss.

"It's all right. Don't worry."

Ye Fan smiled bitterly.

I didn't expect Liu Lao to be so prosperous at such an old age.

This is obviously the top.

Liu Ruyan was impatient.

"Ye Fan, please persuade Grandpa."

"Well... Wait for me."

Ye Fan took photos of the calligraphy with his mobile phone.

If this calligraphy is genuine, even if it is photographed for 20 million, it will not lose money.

The only thing that is difficult to verify is true and false.

But how can Ye Fan's eyesight be tested.

He can only turn to the big demons in the group for help.

Ye Fan first sent the picture scroll to the black mountain old demon.

"Big demon, can you see the authenticity of this calligraphy?"

Heishan old demon was playing wechat and returned Ye Fan's message in almost seconds.

"Who can see this shit."

Ye Fan is disappointed.

"Let the hundred eyed devil have a look. His hundred eyes can see through thousands of years. Maybe he can see it."

"Well... I don't know him either."

"Ha ha, I can help you, but..."

"Don't worry, old demon. I'll give you a copy of wangzi milk for free at night."

"Why do you say that? We are friends. I'll help you when you come to group @ him."

"OK."

Ye Fan immediately enters the group chat.

Total diamond wind: @ hundred eye demon, big demon, can you help me see the authenticity of this painting?

Seeing ye fan @ himself, the hundred eyed devil was stunned.

They don't intersect.

Isn't it a little unreasonable to ask yourself for help so abruptly?

Look, he didn't reply immediately.

The black mountain old demon immediately came out: Demon King, this little brother is my friend. Help him have a look.

Hundred eyed Devil: which onion are you? Do you have face with me?

The old black face of the Black Hills is red, and I feel like I've lost face: I'm fuck... Do you want to do it?

Hundred eyed Devil: am I afraid of you?

Ye fanmeng was forced.

He didn't expect such a reversal.

The notes were completely put aside and ignored.

This makes Ye Fan more anxious.

Fortunately, Xiaoqing came forward: brother Mojun, help general Chuanfeng have a look. He is my friend. (three smiling faces)

Hundred eyed Devil: hum, since Xiaoqing has spoken, I will naturally give face.

Xiaoqing: hee hee, thank you brother Mojun.

Two seconds later.

Hundred eyed Devil: what is this shit! There is no charm, the writing is frustrated, and the person who writes this calligraphy is rubbish.

Ye Fan asked cautiously: This is the calligraphy of Wang Xizhi, a master of human calligraphy.

Hundred eyed Devil: it's a fake. It's copied at first sight.

Granny tree demon: it was rubbish, but now it's rubbish in rubbish.

Chief driller: I see. Thank you, big demon.

Put the phone down.

Ye Fan quickly stops Liu Lao who wants to bid.

"No more yelling."

See Ye Fan speak.

Liu Lao's excitement was suppressed a lot.

"What's going on?"

"This calligraphy is fake."

"Fart!"

Hearing this, Zhang song was furious.

"What do you know, a little boy?"

"Have you ever seen Wang Xizhi's words? He's talking nonsense here."

He had vowed that it was an authentic work.

Ye Fan said it was false.

It was obviously hitting him in the face.

This kind of thing uncle can bear, aunt can't bear.

Ye Fan smiled coldly.

"Well, since you think it's true, if Liu Lao photographed it as a fake, how about you bear all the shooting fees?"

"This... Is impossible."

"I'm just a treasure appraiser, but I can't bear this economic loss."

Zhang Song glanced at his mouth.

"Hehe, in the final analysis, you are just talking."

"Liu Lao makes money, you follow the Commission. Liu Lao loses money and bears it himself."

"All good things are on your head. You are a cornucopia."

Now there are experts in all industries.

Treasure expert, live broadcast expert, success expert, business expert, etc.

The surface is to lead people to success.

In fact, they cheat money in private.

If he's as good as he says, why don't he do it himself?

And tell you how to make money?

In today's real world, there are only two kinds of people who will tell you how to make money.

The first is to point to the person you make money.

The second is people who want to make your money.

Don't believe that pie falls from the sky.

It's better to be down-to-earth.

"Liu Lao, I've said so far. It's up to you whether you take it or not."

Ye Fan's words are very sincere.

Naturally, he pulled the old Liu back.

"Alas, I'm so old that I'm not as calm as a young man."

Liu Lao patted Ye Fan on the shoulder.

"I believe you! I give up bidding."

Zhang song still refused to give up.

"Old Liu, this is a great opportunity. You just missed it?"

"Ha ha, I'm lucky to get it and lose my life."

"Forget it, don't shoot."

Lao sun was flustered when he saw that the situation was wrong.

He forced a disdainful smile on the corner of his mouth.

"What? Lao Liu? No money? Don't dare to shoot?"

"Hehe, I still have tens of millions."

"But I decided to give you the [laisutie] for the beauty of being a man."

"No money, no money. Why are you so nice?"

Old sun glared at Zhang song.

"I will personally identify [laisutie] in a moment. I will make you cry."

"I look forward to it."

The hammer sounded.

Finally, sun Guokang obtained the collection for 22 million yuan.

Swipe card and pay.

[laisutie] it was also sent to old sun.

No one can guarantee the authenticity of the items auctioned.

So sun Guokang brought many professional treasure appraisers.

They hurried together to observe carefully.

"Well, the brush is pure, vigorous and powerful, like an authentic work."

"It also has the charm of Flowing Clouds and flowing water. This is Wang Xizhi's handwriting."

Sun Guokang heard several people's judgments.

A lot of peace of mind.

He also took a look at Liu.

Zhang Song immediately said to Ye Fan, "boy, you are a mediocre! Do you know how much money you have delayed?"

Liu Lao was calm.

He said with a smile: "Xiao Fan, don't take it to heart. If we can't get it, we have no fate with the calligraphy."

Ye fan can clearly feel the loss from his words.

It's just that Liu Lao didn't express it.

Ye Fan naturally won't believe what the so-called treasure appraiser said, and quickly opens wechat.

"Eh?"

Unexpectedly, the hundred eyed devil took the initiative to add his friends.