The Little Village's Ultimate Doctor

Chapter 321 Fakes

Chapter 52

"Hi, Sister Song." Long Xiaoshan greeted.

Song Yi's face turned dark, and when she saw Long Xiaoshan, she felt a faint pain in her buttocks.

Although the injury has long since healed.

But the experience of being beaten was definitely the first time in Song Yi's life, and it was the most memorable one, so that every night, she often dreamed of that shameful scene over and over again.

So now seeing Long Xiaoshan, she almost turned around and left immediately.

But the employee said that Long Xiaoshan had dropped Song porcelain worth more than one million yuan. She looked down and saw that there were indeed fragments of porcelain on the ground. Song Yi said with a grim expression, "Why did you drop my porcelain?"

"Hey, it's too difficult to meet Sister Song, and I didn't have an appointment, so I had to do something wrong." Long Xiaoshan sighed.

Song Yi's face was livid with anger: "Just because you wanted to see me, you threw more than one million yuan of porcelain from me. If I don't come out, you have to set fire to my house."

Don't mention how angry Song Yi is.

This is simply crazy, there are many ways to meet her, but Long Xiaoshan chose the most mentally handicapped method.

"Song Yi, don't be angry, I will pay you back for the porcelain." Bai Susu said hastily.

When Song Yi saw Bai Susu, she became even more angry. The relationship between her and Bai Susu was not good, and the knot was still there. When Bai Susu didn't speak, she was just generally angry. When Bai Susu spoke, she was very angry.

"Okay, you lose money immediately, don't you have money? Pay three times, or I will let the police arrest you for vandalism." Song Yi said loudly.

Bai Susu was so choked up that she couldn't speak, she had some money, but it's really not enough for her to hand out millions of dollars.

"Aunt Su, let me pay for it."

Long Xiaoshan rubbed his hands and walked towards Song Yi, giggling, his eyes resting on Song Yi's buttocks vaguely.

Seeing him rubbing his palms with evil intentions, Song Yi's heart trembled, she couldn't help taking two steps back, and said with a trace of panic on her face: "You, what do you want to do?

Everyone in Song Shizhai looked at each other. They had never seen their domineering president look so scared. This young man didn't look fierce, but at most he was a bit stronger. Why did Song Yi show a rabbit-like expression.

"Nothing, Sister Song, didn't you ask me to lose money? I'll pay you." Long Xiaoshan rubbed his hands, took out his wallet, took out 1000 yuan from his pocket, and said, "Three times is enough, right? There is no need to find more."

"You're insane." Song Yi saw the pieces of money, with a few black lines appearing on her head, and said, "You thought you dropped a bowl, but it was Song porcelain from the official kiln, an antique, worth more than a hundred dollars. Ten thousand."

"It's just a fake. Sister Song, we are so familiar, you won't blackmail me." Long Xiaoshan said with a pouted.

"Fakes." Song Yi frowned and said angrily, "Long Xiaoshan, although we know each other, don't talk nonsense. I, Song Shizhai, have been established for more than 30 years, and I never sell fakes. The whole Hechuan City knows this. If you dare to ruin my reputation, Song Shizhai, I will never end with you."

"Dong Song, hurry up and call the police." An old man about 50 years old with a sheep's beard and round-rimmed glasses also stood up and yelled.

Long Xiaoshan walked to the side of the broken porcelain in a few steps, picked up a fragment of the base, came to Song Yi, rubbed it with his hands and said: "I don't know anything about antiques, but I think the porcelain powder inside is obviously from the last hundred years. The product is definitely not a product of the Song Dynasty."

Song Yi took a look and looked carefully.

Gradually, his complexion also changed.

She has dealt with antiques since she was a child, so she is naturally an expert in this area.

Although she couldn't even see the flaws in the Song porcelain at first, but now that it was broken and the inside of the porcelain was exposed, she could see some differences. Reputation is ruined.

She didn't dare to neglect this matter, and quickly shouted: "Master Qiu, Master Yang, come and appraise it."

Two old men in long gowns came over, one with a round face and the other with a round frame and a goatee.

The two checked it out.

The round-faced old man said: "Dong Song, this piece of porcelain may be made from the old porcelain of the Republic of China. It was originally a copy of the Song official kiln, so it is hard to see after it is old."

The old man with the goatee said: "I think this kid may have changed his bag on purpose."

"Sister Song, not only this one, the seven antiques here are all fakes." Long Xiaoshan ignored the responsibility of the goatee and said, pointing to the counter.

"Are you sure?" Song Yi's expression changed.

There was a trace of panic in the eyes of the old man with round glasses next to him, and he said, "Impossible, Song Dong, don't be fooled by this kid."

"Why are you so nervous?" Long Xiaoshan looked at him with a half-smile and said, "You'll know if it's a fake or not, or you're guilty."

"You, you are talking nonsense." The goatee old man said loudly.

Song Yi frowned, brushed across the goatee old man's face, and said, "Take it out."

The seven antiques were taken out from the counter.

Song Yi scanned the seven antiques. From the outside, even she couldn't tell which one was fake, and even the round-faced old man couldn't tell after looking at it. The goatee said sharply: "Dong Song, this kid is I'm playing tricks, these are definitely not fakes, Song Dong be careful..."

boom!

Before he finished speaking, Long Xiaoshan smashed another clay pot.

The goatee yelled at the security guard: "What are you all looking at, hurry up and arrest this kid."

"Don't worry." Long Xiaoshan passed the guard's hand, picked up a shard of clay pot and handed it to Song Yi: "Look at the material inside."

Song Yi's face darkened.

boom!boom!

Long Xiaoshan dropped all seven pieces of porcelain as if he had dropped a bowl, and everyone around felt terrified when they saw that they were all antiques with a price tag of hundreds of thousands or millions.

The face of the goatee old man was getting worse and worse, and he couldn't help but backed away.

Long Xiaoshan passed through the crowd, grabbed him and said, "Where are you going?"

"I, can't I go to the toilet?" The goatee old man said sternly.

"Don't rush, don't you explain?"

"I have nothing to explain."

Song Yi raised her head, with cold eyes and said, "Master Yang, I remember that you took back these antiques recently."

"Song Dong, I really don't know, maybe I was wrong, these antiques are too fake." Master Yang said, his eyes were flickering.

"If you don't want to tell the truth, then I'll help you." Long Xiaoshan pulled out the golden needle and inserted it between his eyebrows with lightning speed.

Master Yang's eyes suddenly became hollow.

"Tell me, did you bring in these fakes?"

Master Yang mechanically said: "Yes, it was Director Feng of Haiyu Pavilion who gave me 3 million to help me with this matter, and then he sent someone to buy the counterfeit and expose it, threatening Director Song."

(End of this chapter)