Live Jianbao: Baoyou, you are very wrong

Chapter 535 Xu family heirloom, Confucius handwriting
"Master Ning, I'm Xu Yue, the person in charge of this antique city. I want to talk to you about something. Is it convenient if I don't know?"

"My office is upstairs, or you choose a place, and we can go to a quieter place."

Xu Yue was very humble, posing with a full posture.

Ning Fan thought it was a little funny.

I don't know how to eat people, so what are you so afraid of?
But he didn't ask, he just pointed to the rest area where he was sitting just now.

"It's fine here."

"That's good! Here it is."

Xu Yue glanced at his surroundings, but he didn't dare to say anything, so he asked Ning Fan to sit down and speak slowly.

It turns out that although this antique city is an official building, it has been privately owned for a long time, and all the stalls are leased out, and the things sold in it have begun to vary.

"In the early years, we also had official appraisers here, and we were able to curb their behavior of selling counterfeit goods."

Xu Yue looked a little ashamed when he said this.

"You also know that the official wages are dead wages, and the appraisers go out to pick up extra money to help others look at things."

"Originally, there was nothing wrong with it, but some appraisers felt that their work would affect their earning extra money, so they deliberately had problems at work, cheated buyers, and caused several scandals."

"The reputation of the antique city has dropped, and the business has been bleak."

"Those time-honored appraisers simply retired from illness, and resigned, leaving only an empty booth here."

"Since then, the business of the antique city has begun to decline."

"Later, it was completely marketized and mixed with fish and dragons, and the grand scene of the past was lost."

Ning Fan has been listening silently.

He had roughly guessed why Xu Yue was looking for him.

"Want to clear up the darkness inside?"

"Yes."

Xu Yue sighed and said honestly.

"I took over here because I wanted to do something, but now this place is completely stagnant, and I can't live at all."

"Instead of this, it's better to be bigger and make some movement directly."

After Xu Yue finished speaking, Ning Fan looked over and said calmly.

"Then why should we help? There is absolutely no need for us to do this."

Ning Fan spoke very calmly.

Xu Yue also knew that what Ning Fan said was correct.

It is a matter of their antique city itself, and has nothing to do with Ning Fan.

Now it is impossible to ask Ning Fan for help without paying a price.

In the live broadcast room, there are Baoyou who don't understand the reason.

"Isn't this mutual fame? How could you not agree?"

In the live broadcast room, there are people who have the same idea.

"Master Ning helps publicize the anti-counterfeiting action in this antique city, and the people in the antique city have a good reputation, isn't that good?"

"Aren't you guys who said that never experienced society?"

Tiandu stubborn master sneered and shook his head.

"Antique business like this, if you get a bad reputation once, you will get a bad reputation, and no one will come to you later."

"After all, this is not a pancake fruit in front of your house. One only costs a few dollars, and tens of billions of real money are thrown out. Pop! Fake! Why do others believe that there will be real things behind your house?"

"Other businesses can run away from monks but can't run away from temples, but in the cultural relics business, one bad conscience can make a lot of money."

"The point is, there's no way for people behind you to trouble you. What's written in black and white is an antique handicraft, and it's about avoiding inspection."

"But as long as you sign, there is nothing you can do even if the gods come. Even if you bought antique handicrafts at a high price, it is impossible to get the money back."

"If you think this is a good thing, you might as well ask how fake it is."

Tiandu stubborn master is an old stubborn master, and he has already guessed [-]% of what Xu Yue said.

If he hadn't done something irreversible, he certainly wouldn't have done it.

"Tell me?"

"That's right! We believe what the naughty master Baoyou said today!"

"Is there any news? I'll search it!"

Bao friends urged Xu Yue to tell the truth quickly.

"In this case, I will not hide it."

Xu Yue had no way out, and was silent for a few seconds.

"Back then, the country allowed the sale and purchase of cultural relics in exchange for foreign exchange for a period of time, which was originally a good thing."

"But at that time, the appraiser of the antique city abruptly said that the rare antiques were ordinary products and refused to buy them, and then bought them back privately."

"No one found out about this at the time, and it was only exposed after an accident later."

Xu Yue wanted to laugh when he said this.

"It was a Qianlong famille rose six-baby pen holder. The glaze on it was improperly preserved and half of it fell off. The experts stationed in the store said that this was an imitation fired in the late Qing Dynasty, and the glaze was not good. The price was only 3000 yuan. .”

"But after receiving it, it was sold to another local Tibetan friend at a price of 180 million."

"If the two don't know each other, maybe it's okay. I didn't expect that the two not only know each other, but also know each other very well. As soon as the things are revealed, they immediately find the problem."

The treasure friends in the live broadcast room were stunned for a while, not understanding how they found out.

"There is not only one cultural relic, can you still say that what is yours is yours?"

"That's what I said, but some things are so recognizable that they can be recognized naturally."

"For example, in the pen holder they bought and sold, the pastel on it was improperly preserved. The seller himself deducted it with a ballpoint pen when he was a child, leaving the imprint of the ballpoint pen on it."

"At that time, his family beat him so much that he couldn't get out of bed for three days. How could he forget such a thing?"

"I recognized it the first time I saw it."

"Later, this matter got involved in cultural relics... No, it was still in the unit under the supply and marketing cooperative at that time, and only then did the subsequent restructuring and dismissal happen."

"Now this group of people are consultants, some of them are consultants, some of them are private shop owners, and some of them are professors. This leaves a mess here."

"Hehe! I'm pooh!"

Xu Yue didn't care about the lack of image in the live broadcast room, so he spat hard.

"What's the key?"

The treasure friends watched the excitement and didn't care about this matter.

After all, it's not their fault.

Those who sell fake cultural relics and cheat their fathers have nothing to do with them, so it is difficult to have empathy.

They just want to know what price this antique city wants to pay for Master Ning.

"We are willing to give a rare cultural relic!"

Xu He gritted his teeth with a pained expression, not as if he wanted to give something, but as if he wanted to cut off a few catties of flesh from him.

"It would be great if I really cut my flesh!"

Xu Yue smiled wryly.

"I didn't want to give this thing away. It's a family heirloom of our Xu family."

"If it weren't for the fulfillment of this long-cherished wish, this is something that should be treasured for a lifetime."

The treasure friends are interested when they hear this.

To be regarded as a family heirloom and to be so valued by the person in charge of the antique city, this thing must not be simple.

"How do you say it? What good stuff?"

"Confucius handwriting."

Xu Yue opened his mouth slowly, and in an instant, he had an unparalleled aura, and his whole body grew taller.

In the live broadcast room, Bao friends were surprised.

What did they hear?
"Confucius handwriting?"

Is this something that can really be handed down?

(End of this chapter)