Let You Collect The Waste! Waste! Do You Understand? !

Picking up the red plum porcelain vase, Cui Yong explained:

"The red plums are slightly convex on the bottle. It stands to reason that the glaze color of the red plums will fall off the most, because the convex parts are more likely to rub against foreign objects. But you see, the color of the convex red plums does not fall off much, but on the contrary It’s the branches parallel to the bottle that are severely discolored, which is against common sense.”

Thinking of this, Yang Fugui swallowed his saliva suddenly and suddenly realized: "This is the truth!"

Cui Yong looked elsewhere.

He immediately came to the conclusion:

"Lao Yang, this bottle is new! You must have been tricked by an acquaintance, right?"

Thinking of the old friend who sold me this bottle.

Yang Fugui's face turned pale.

"You are right. A friend of mine who also engages in antiques gave this to me at a low price. He said that his son was going to Zhanghai to buy a house and was short of money, so he asked me to collect some of his collections. I thought about how we have known each other for many years. We have a good relationship with each other, and I have seen all of his collections. After checking, they were all good, so I picked out a few pieces to buy, and this bottle was one of them."

After hearing this.

Cui Yong sighed.

"This bottle is a perfect imitation. I'll show it to you if I mix it in a bunch of genuine products. What's more, the other person is still your friend, so you can understand his carelessness."

"I didn't expect that such a close friend would trick me."

Think of this.

Yang Fugui's mood has changed from fear to anger.

Cui Yong sighed: "I am not responsible for passing antiques. Even if you take the bottle back to others, they will not recognize it, so you can only admit defeat. But... Mr. Jiang has really good eyesight, even you He discovered something was wrong with the bottle that had been covered up."

Think of this.

Yang Fugui was also a little surprised.

"He can tell after just two rounds of walking. He is indeed not an ordinary person."

Cui Yong took out the red box in his pocket again and said meaningfully: "From this point of view, it is even more impossible for this mother's money to be fake. It is absolutely true."

So far.

Both men dismissed any lingering doubts about mother money.

...

Leave Yipinzhai.

Jiang Chen was chatting with Danmu and walking around the streets, and before he knew it, it was seven o'clock in the afternoon.

"Time flies so fast, it will get dark soon."

I looked at the junk in the carriage.

Jiang Chen plans to find a scrap station on his way home and sell the scraps.

"Young man! That young man, don't leave. Are you a scrap collector?"

More than ten meters away.

An aunt ran out of the mahjong parlor and shouted at Jiang Chen.

"Yes, Auntie, do you have any scraps to sell?"

Jiang Chen stepped on the brakes.

The aunt smiled easily: "Silly boy, of course there are scraps, otherwise why would I ask you? Come on, the scraps will be given to you for free."

"Okay, Auntie!"

Park the car in front of the mahjong parlor.

The aunt led Jiang Chen into the house and introduced: "I have saved a lot of things these days. I can't put them down anymore and they are an eyesore. Please help me deal with them."

Jiang Chen looked around.

The business of the mahjong parlor is really good.

There are six mahjong tables in the smoky mahjong hall, and each table is crowded with people and spectators. There is also a sales counter not far away with a lot of cigarettes, drinks, etc.

I came to a corner with my aunt.

Aunt said:

"That's all. Please, young man, help me move out. Come, Auntie, let me buy you a drink of water."

As he spoke, he took a can of Red Bull from the sales cabinet and gave it to Jiang Chen.

"Okay, leave it to me."

Jiang Chen took the drink.

Then observe the gadgets on the ground.

Paper shells, plastic bottles, cans, etc. are all fragmentary gadgets that take some time to process.

"Lady boss! Bring me a big bag of sou!"

A loud voice sounded from behind.

The aunt immediately walked over and greeted: "Old man, didn't you just leave? Why are you back again? You still think you haven't lost enough."

Auntie's tone was teasing.

But the body still skillfully took out a pack of cigarettes and handed them to the old man.

The old man's hair is a mess.

His face was full of stubble.

Even the clothes were worn crookedly.

He skillfully took apart the cigarette.

Grinning and saying:

"I asked my daughter for 500 yuan, so I came back with a fight."

The aunt curled her lips and said disdainfully: "Your daughter has been married for so many years and she still has two children. It's not easy for her. Your daughter is troubled by everything, so why do you still raise two sons!"

The old man smiled obscenely: "I won't spend her husband's money if my married daughter throws away water. My two sons have to raise grandchildren for me. I can't bear to spend their money."

The aunt sighed: "Old bastard, when you got the 300,000 yuan as a gift from your son-in-law, you bought a car for each of your two sons. Only your daughter got nothing. Alas, with a father like you, then This girl has such a hard life."

"There's nothing I can do about it. Who made her my seed? If you have the ability, you can sever the relationship between father and daughter!"

Hearing that there was such a shameless person, Jiang Chen couldn't help but look back.

This glance.

Soon it fell on the watch worn on the old man's right hand.

Noticed Jiang Chen's gaze.

The old man also looked at Jiang Chen, then sneered, and walked to the mahjong table with a cigarette in his mouth: "Let me, let me, leave a place for me, I will come back!"