The Wanton Life of Urban Gods

　　"Hey, is there still a place like this? In addition to calling 666, huh, huh, huh, huh!"

　　"Upstairs, please exercise some restraint and stop being crazy, okay? My little brother is rich and handsome, do you think he is someone who lacks women?"

　　……

　　Just when Lin Fan finished scolding the owner of Porcelain Pavilion and was about to continue smashing porcelain, he heard some old but energetic words from outside the door.

　　"Little Li, how many times have I told you! You can't be too dark when it comes to business, otherwise, something will happen sooner or later. Look, something happened now?"

　　Hearing this old voice, the owner of Ciqixuan rushed to the door as if he had seen a savior, and walked in with the old man who was talking, and said as he walked, "Old Yang, it's not that you don't know that we are in this business, ten Nine of them are like this, and I'm forced to be helpless..."

　　"Nonsense! You are shoddy, or even use the handicrafts of Jingdezhen after the millennium and the new century as antiques. Can you say that you are forced to do nothing? You are a black heart! You are ruining the reputation of the antique industry! "

　　The old man known as Yang Lao, talking and talking, almost didn't use his crutches to stab the boss of Ciqixuan!

　　After reprimanding the owner of Ciqixuan, Yang Lao turned to look at Lin Fan with a smile on his face, and said softly, "Young man, I can understand your feelings, although there are a lot of fakes here, but there are some items that are still There is a certain collection value, I advise you not to smash it all!"

　　After speaking, Yang Lao walked to the showcase, picked up a piece of porcelain and said, "This bowl with a lotus flower in rouge red ground enamel made by Emperor Kangxi of the Qing Dynasty, although it is an imitation, it is an imitation of the Republic of China. , still has a certain collection value, and the market price is not less than [-]."

　　"There is also this one. Although this one is not an official kiln of the Qing Dynasty, it is an official kiln during the Jiaqing period. The collection value is not bad!"

　　"This one is not bad..."

　　……

　　Seeing that Lao Lao was like no one else, he immediately began to comment. Although Lin Fan did not smash the porcelain directly, the face of the owner of Porcelain Xuan became more and more embarrassing.

　　After all, Lin Fan was just a customer, or even someone who didn't know how to do it.But this Yang Lao, it is different, this one, but the existence of the domestic antique line Taishan Beidou.

　　Li Lang, the owner of Porcelain Pavilion, panicked when such a master commented on the fakes in his store...

　　At first, when Lin Fan saw Yang Lao's comments on fake products, he didn't pay much attention to it.

　　But when he found out that Yang Lao's eyes were sneaking glances at his priceless porcelain bowl from time to time, and even walking there, Lin Fan knew that this matter was not that simple.

　　This old man, Yang, seemed to be heartbroken to the owner of Ciqixuan, and then commented on Lin Fan, who was a junior, and asked him to make up for the loss.

　　Lin Fan saw that Yang Lao was getting closer and closer to his porcelain bowl, so he stepped forward, wrapped the bowl in something, and then walked towards the outside of the Porcelain Pavilion.

　　Hmph, he doesn't believe it anymore, what tricks Yang Lao can play now!

　　Seeing Lin Fan go straight away, Feng Timo shouted in surprise, "Brother, do you want the rest of the porcelain?"

　　"No, I'll give it to you, if you want it, if you don't want it, then throw it all away!"

　　Hearing Lin Fan's words, everyone present took a deep breath.

　　Lord, I really knelt down for you!

　　You spend [-] million to listen to it, and now you don't want to give it away directly. Is this a mess?

　　Could it be that this is the legendary world of the rich?Poverty limits our imagination, the rich world, we don't understand!

　　Seeing that Lin Fan was about to walk out of the door of the Porcelain Pavilion, Old Yang twitched the corners of his eyes and said loudly, "Young man, please stay!"

　　(For flowers! For evaluation! For rewards! For everything! 嘤嘤嘤)

【 Miss's Red Moe House 】 2 9 8 3 1 6 3 5 4

Chapter [-] Three years ago, [-] million... (For flowers! For evaluation! For everything!)

　　Yang Lao wanted to get close to the porcelain bowl quietly, to see if it was the real thing, or even worse, if it was possible to find a leak.

　　As a figure in the antique industry and the Big Dipper of Mount Tai, he could see at a glance that the porcelain bowl was extraordinary, but he didn't know whether it was genuine or not.

　　Who would have thought that Lin Fan, who thought he didn't understand anything at first, knew that Lin Fan, who was smashing porcelain to vent, actually grabbed the porcelain bowl before him, which would be embarrassing.

　　In desperation, Old Yang could only speak to keep Lin Fan from getting up.

　　Originally, Lin Fan didn't want to pay attention to the shameless old man Yang Lao, but he thought about it, the owner of Ciqixuan was just beaten in the face, and he didn't have any heartache. After thinking about it, he stopped and turned around and said. : "Father, what's the matter?"

　　When Lin Fan and Yang Lao were fighting, Feng Timo was instantly relieved when he saw that Lin Fan hadn't left.

　　"Huh, fortunately I didn't leave, throw this [-] million worth of porcelain to me and leave, scaring everyone to death!"

　　Feng Timo was frightened, and the dialect couldn't help but burst out!

　　She is an anchor and a big Betta anchor. She often receives gifts from fans, such as super rockets, rockets, and planes. It is estimated that she can circle the earth after accumulating it!

　　But she has been in the business for three years, and the value of the gifts she has accumulated is probably not as high as today's pile of china, so Feng Timo really felt that his little heart could not take it anymore...

　　"I'm rubbing it, little brother, this is too arrogant and inhuman, right? If you say [-] million, you can give it away?"

　　"Hmph, it's me and I give it too. It's all a pile of rubbish and worthless stuff. Would you care?"

　　"Hey, what a sour smell! Please open your dog's eyes upstairs and pull up your ears. Didn't you hear what the old man said just now? There are still valuables in it, okay!"

　　"Come on, don't tell the pink eye patients, they will bring your IQ to the same level as them, and then use their rich experience to defeat you!"

　　……

　　Yang Lao walked to Lin Fan's side, pointed to the porcelain bowl in his arms, and said softly, "Can I take a look at your little bowl?"

　　Li Lang, the owner of Porcelain Pavilion, who had been stunned before, suddenly changed his face when he heard what Yang Lao said.

　　Who is Yang Lao?He is a figure in the domestic antique trade of Mount Tai and Beidou, the vice president of the Palace Museum, and the inheritor of the official kilns of the three generations of the Qing Dynasty in China!

　　He said that he wanted to look at Lin Fan's porcelain bowl, which meant that there must be something wrong with this bowl!

　　"It shouldn't be! When I put it away, I carefully studied it. Such a fresh luster is obviously a fake one. Why does Mr. Yang think it's tricky?"

　　Li Lang stood there blankly and whispered to himself.

　　Lin Fan heard what Yang Lao said, glanced at the stunned Li Lang, walked to the table to the side and sat down, then put the porcelain bowl in his arms on the table, and said, "Well, the porcelain bowl is right there. Here, if you want to see it, then watch it!"

　　The moment the porcelain bowl was placed on the table, Yang Lao immediately dropped his crutches and leaned forward to look at the porcelain bowl carefully.

　　"This luster is obviously only available in the enamel of the third generation of the Qing Dynasty!"

　　"The imperial characters on the bottom of the bowl are clearly visible and conform to the rules of the Qianlong period."

　　"The pattern on this is lifelike, only an official kiln can produce such a fine product!"

　　Yang Lao's comments were like a bullet, which made the heart of Li Lang, the owner of Porcelain Pavilion, clear.

　　The imperial kiln enamel color during the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty?

　　Or a top-notch product?

　　According to the record at the usual auction, at least [-] million, right?

　　Hiss, this is really a big loss!

　　From heaven where he made [-] million from a business, to hell where he lost at least [-] million, at this moment, Li Lang, the owner of Porcelain Pavilion, just wanted to cry!

　　Men cry, cry, it is not a sin!

　　"Old man, how much is this porcelain bowl worth?"

　　Seeing Li Lang like this, Lin Fan didn't think it was enough, and he was going to light two fires for him. Is this heartache?Is this uncomfortable?And when you are more miserable!

　　Hearing Lin Fan's words, Yang Lao gave Li Lang a strange look, and said quietly, "This enamel bowl with apricot Lin Chunyan figure made in the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty was auctioned at the auction three years ago, and it is worth [-] million. …”

　　As soon as the voice fell, there was a bang, and the sound of heavy objects falling.

　　Li Lang, the owner of Porcelain Pavilion, collapsed to the ground at a speed that life could not bear.

　　Letting go of [-] million, still the price of three years ago, he has the heart to die!

　　(For flowers! For evaluation! For rewards! For everything! 嘤嘤嘤)

【 Miss's Red Moe House 】 2 9 8 3 1 6 3 5 4

Chapter [-] Little Tail Feng Timo! (For flowers! For evaluation! For everything!)

　　"boss!"

　　"Fight 120!"

　　"Hurry up and call!"

　　……

　　The fainting of Li Lang, the owner of Porcelain Pavilion, directly caused chaos in the store, and the clerks were busy rescuing Li Lang.

　　Seeing this scene, Lin Fan showed a smile on his face, mocking, let you cheat on me?Oh, I still don't know who is cheating who!

　　Three years ago, it was auctioned for [-] million yuan, and the enamel color apricot Lin Chunyan picture bowl made in the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty was auctioned off for [-] million yuan.

　　Don't say it's Li Lang, whoever it is, it's a good shot to faint!

　　As smart people, Yang Lao and Feng Timo can naturally see why Lin Fan asked Yang Lao for the price, just to be angry with Li Lang.

　　"Tsk tsk, I can't see that the handsome little brother is so irritable!" Feng Timo leaned over to the mobile phone of the live broadcast and muttered softly.

　　At first, she thought that Lin Fan was just venting when he smashed the porcelain. Who would have thought that there was a vent there!People are just pretending to be slapped in the face before the body movement ~ let it go...

　　"Wow, the little brother is so talented, he can do such a thing, I feel sorry for the black-hearted boss for a second!"

　　"Having good looks, money, and talent, does that make it impossible for people to live?"

　　"Cough, the imperial capital formed a group to encircle and suppress little brother and Teemo, did you participate? 1/20!"

　　"Hey, you little idiots, are you only forming a group now? I'm already on my way, where is my little brother running!"

　　"What a coincidence? I've already arrived at Panjiayuan!"

　　……

　　Yang Lao reluctantly put down the enamel-colored Xinglin Chunyan bowl made in the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty, his eyes rolled, but he couldn't hold back in the end, and said, "Young man, this enamel color of yours is a rare treasure... "

　　Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Lin Fan reaching out his hand: "Rare treasures, important weapons of the country! I understand! I understand all of them! My next sentence, sir, do you want to say that such a national treasure should be handed over to the country? what?"

　　Hearing what Lin Fan said, Old Yang's expression suddenly became strange.

　　It's really a little embarrassing that my own thoughts were exposed to the face by others...

　　"Cough," Yang Lao coughed dryly, relieved his embarrassment, and said softly, "Young man, our Forbidden City doesn't treat you badly. How about we buy your porcelain bowl at the price of [-] million?"

　　"How about it? Not so much! I don't sell it, thank you!"