I Can See The Success Rate

【Please order all! Ask for automatic! Ask for a ticket! Hey! Hey! Hey! 】

Facing Bai Wu's playful gaze, Bamboo Pole Man's heart became more and more uncertain, more uneasy, and more and more panicked.

"No no no no no no!"

"No, no!"

The bamboo pole man kept comforting himself in his heart, and finally, slowly took out an antique.

This is a dragon and phoenix blue and white porcelain plate.

According to Bai Wu's super power analysis, the real value of this porcelain plate is between 300,000 and 400,000 yuan.

As for the man with bamboo poles, it cost a full 800,000 to be happy, and he happily bid for this porcelain plate.

"Mr. Che, look..."

The bamboo pole man gritted his teeth, his face full of nervousness, and the trembling porcelain plate was handed to Che Yongkang's hand.

Che Yongkang took a deep look at the man with bamboo poles, took the porcelain plate, held it in his hand, back and forth, left and right, up and down, and carefully observed and identified it.

After a minute or two.

Only then did Che Yongkang look away from the porcelain plate.

"Mr. Che, how are you?" the bamboo pole man asked nervously.

"The quality of this porcelain plate is 09. It's not bad, 330,000!" Che Yongkang asked for a price.

"what!?"

"what!?"

Two more exclamations sounded.

It was the owner of the stall who sold this porcelain plate to the man with a bamboo pole.

As for the other voice, it was naturally a man with a bamboo pole.

Same as before.

Although both of them exclaimed, they were completely different.

The stall owner was ecstatic.

After all, if Che Yongkang didn't make a mistake in the identification, then he would make a lot of money.

The real value of this dragon and phoenix porcelain plate is only 330,000, but he sold it for 600,000.

and.

The stall owner didn't think Che Yongkang's identification was wrong.

After all, Che Yongkang's identification skills, not to mention Hangzhou, are ranked first in the whole of Jiangsu and Zhejiang, in the whole of South China and East China, and even in the whole of China.

Contrary to the maddened surprise of the stall owner, the man with the bamboo pole was full of livid face, and he was both frightened and uneasy in his heart.

He knew about Che Yongkang.

Therefore, he also knew that Che Yongkang, such a famous person, could deceive himself because of the mere hundreds of thousands of things.

Not to mention hundreds of thousands, even if it is millions or tens of millions, Che Yongkang will never bid.

Since Che Yongkang said that the value of this dragon and phoenix porcelain plate is 330,000, then it is almost the same price.

In the bamboo pole man's mind, the previous picture involuntarily appeared.

When he spent 600,000 to buy this dragon and phoenix porcelain plate earlier, Bai Wu's expression was furious.

now think of it.

Only then did the Bamboo Pole Man find out.

At that time, Bai Wu's anger seemed to be a little too exaggerated.

"There is a problem! There is absolutely a problem!"

The bamboo pole man was shocked, "Could it be that the ones I bought just now are all... no no no no, impossible, absolutely impossible, impossible, impossible!!!"

The bamboo pole man's face became more and more ugly.

Tremblingly, he pointed to the booth he had just bought after spending 8 million.

There are dozens of scrolls in the booth.

It seems that they are all ancient paintings and calligraphy.

"This is?" Che Yongkang wondered.

"Mr. Che, Mr. Che, this is the calligraphy and painting that I bought just now. I'm sorry to bother Mr. Che..." The man with bamboo poles clenched his fists and tried his best to pretend to be calm, and said.

Che Yongkang glanced at Bai Wu.

Bai Wu shrugged, looking indifferent.

Only then did Che Yongkang nod, and then he picked up the first scroll.

This is a word.

one second.

two seconds.

Three seconds.

...

In less than ten seconds, Che Yongkang suddenly frowned and put down the words.

"Mr. Che, how is it?" The bamboo pole man asked nervously.

"It's worthless. Judging from the quality of the paper and the ink and wash of the handwriting, it should be written by a modern person. The handwriting is good, but it's not an antique, and it's worthless!" Che Yongkang shook his head.

The bamboo pole man clenched his fists in silence.

Che Yongkang then picked up the second scroll.

Also a word.

Less than ten seconds later, Che Yongkang's performance was exactly the same as before, he frowned and let it go.

This time, before the bamboo pole man could ask a question, Che Yongkang took the lead: "It's the same person's handwriting as the previous one, and it's worthless!"

The bamboo pole man remained silent: "..."

Che Yongkang picked up the third scroll.

Still a word.

After a few seconds, he frowned and shook his head: "It's also from the same person!"

The bamboo pole man's face became more and more ugly.

Che Yongkang picked up the fourth scroll.

This is, finally, not a word, but a painting.

As soon as he opened the scroll and glanced at it, Che Yongkang shook his head directly, and then threw the scroll back to the booth with disgust, and said, "It's worthless!"

"Mr. Che, are you...?" a crowd of onlookers asked curiously.

"See for yourself!" Che Yongkang said with a stern face.

Bai 760 Wu is also very curious.

Looking at Che Yongkang's appearance, he was obviously angry.

So Bai Wu was curious.

After all, there is something in this scroll that can make someone so good-tempered as Che Yongkang lose his temper.

Pick up the scroll, open it and take a look.

Bai Wu: "..."

Everyone: "..."

Everyone was silent.

Because, in the scroll, draw a pink pig.

Puff puff puff!

What a goddess Peppa Pig!

I kind of know why Mr. Che is so angry.

An old stubborn old man like Old Man Che, who devoted his whole life to the appraisal of antiques, suddenly someone asked him to help him with the appraisal.

result.

The object of identification was actually a little pig Peppa.

Do you think Mr. Che should be angry or not?

In the eyes of Mr. Che, this is clearly a nonsense.

"Cough cough!"

At this time, the owner of this stall suddenly blushed, scratched his head, and said with embarrassment: "Mr. Che, little brother Bai Wu, and everyone, I'm sorry, this painting is my eight-year-old. My granddaughter painted it, I said, why do I always feel that there are too many scrolls in the booth today, it turns out that my granddaughter's painting was accidentally mixed in..."

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