girl appraiser

Chapter 226 Uncertainty (3)

"I feel that it is genuine, but I haven't found anyone to verify it." Duanmu Baolian said, "So I can only say that it should not be fake."

"Can your feelings be counted?" Mr. Mei asked tentatively.

"My feeling can naturally be counted." Duanmu Baolian smiled, her feeling naturally couldn't be counted, if the feeling could be counted, what would those antique appraisers do?Everyone can play with antiques based on their feelings, but with a product of golden plum bugs in hand, her senses—there is absolutely no mistake.

Mr. Mei didn't know what to say anymore, so she just smiled.

"Okay, I've made an appointment with Mr. Wu, he will come and have a look tomorrow!" Duanmu Baolian said, "Anyway, there are free connoisseurs."

"Will he come out?" Mr. Mei was stunned. Wu Shufei was a big name, and most people would never want to touch him. When you are stubborn, have a lot of money, and you are a little brain-dead old man, money is definitely not everything.

Mentioning this, Duanmu Baolian kept smiling and said: "I told him that my family has the original work of Wu Daozi, and he immediately ran towards me with joy."

Mr. Mei was stunned, then couldn't help patting the steering wheel and laughing.This little girl is so funny, sure enough, for those old stubborn old people, you have to find their weakness. For Wu Shufei, money is not a problem, he has what he has, but Wu Daozi's authentic work, which is absolutely famous, can Take a look, it is a blessing, no matter it is true or not, he will never miss it.

"So, that painting by Emperor Huizong of Song Dynasty is also an authentic one?" Mr. Mei recalled the picture of emerald green and yellow rooster, which Duanmu Baolian liked very much. He hung it on the opposite side of his bed and looked at it every day.

"That's not it!" Duanmu Baolian shook her head and said, "That's an imitation, it should be an imitation of a court painter in the late Qing Dynasty. I bought it for 5 yuan, and I like those pennies."

"Can you still confirm when and by whom it was painted?" Mr. Mei asked curiously.

"I'm not sure!" Duanmu Baolian said, "Mr. Wu appraised it, and I bought it at their house."

"You know you are a counterfeit and you still buy it?" Mr. Mei felt even more unbelievable. This girl's brain is really beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

"Uncle, ever since I entered Jinmeifang and became your boss, I felt that I was infected with your faults." Duanmu Baolian said solemnly.

Mr. Mei thought about it, and thought about it again. He seems to be normal. There is nothing wrong with him?There was no infectious disease, and he immediately said: "Boss Baolian, although you are my boss, you can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk indiscriminately. I have been very healthy since I was a child, and I am not sick."

"Stupid disease!" Duanmu Baolian scorned fiercely, "So everyone knows that you are stupid with a lot of money."

"I..." Mr. Mei couldn't take it anymore, and cursed in a low voice in bird language, anyway, this little girl couldn't understand bird language.

"Don't use bird language to curse people." Duanmu Baolian said, "Those who understand bird language are not good people."

"@@##!" Mr. Mei couldn't take it anymore, and spoke a little Martian language, which made Duanmu Baolian very happy.

(End of this chapter)