I Can See The Success Rate

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

One pair after another.

After half an hour.

Che Yongkang put down the last scroll under the gaze of the man with the bamboo pole sweating profusely, his face full of fear, and his eyes full of anticipation.

Subsequently.

shook his head.

"Boom!"

Seeing Che Yongkang shaking his head, the bamboo pole man seemed to have been hit by five thunderbolts, and he staggered back several steps, his face extremely pale.

The melon eaters who were watching around already knew the cause and effect of the matter at this time.

Every one of them looked at Bai Wu, full of fearful expressions.

after all.

Bai Wu's hand, but he directly cheated the Bamboo Pole Man by nearly 10 million!

After what happened to the Bamboo Pole Man, in the future, when someone tried to take advantage of Bai Wu, they would be afraid.

This is ten million!

The vast majority of people will never see such a large amount in their lifetime.

This is also the real purpose of Bai Wu.

To teach the bamboo pole man a profound lesson, it is just a matter of convenience.

"It's worthless!"

Che Yongkang's voice finally remembered.

As soon as these words came out, Bamboo Pole Man's last hope also dissipated.

collapse.

despair.

...

"What is this? Is it your own? If it wasn't for your own greed, things wouldn't have gotten to this point!"

Seeing the collapsed expression of the Bamboo Pole Man, Bai Wu muttered in his heart, then shook his head, not taking the Bamboo Pole Man to heart.

After chatting with Che Yongkang, Bai Wu was about to leave.

at this time.

The hoarse questioning voice of the bamboo pole man suddenly sounded: "No! No! No no no no! It's fake, it's all fake! You two are a gang! You are lying to me! I spent eight How could a scroll that was only bought by a million be worthless, a lie!"

The man with the bamboo pole had a grim face, and frantically pointed at Bai Wu and Che Yongkang, and shouted.

The voice has not fallen.

Che Yongkang's face suddenly sank.

who is he?

He is Che Yongkang! He is the master of Gu Yun Pavilion! He is a four-star appraiser! He is the president of the Hangcheng Branch of the Antique Association!

And now, Bamboo Pole Man is questioning his identification results.

If it was just a question, Che Yongkang would not be angry.

After all, how could someone of his status be angry because of some mediocre doubts?

The reason why Che Yongkang was angry was because the bamboo pole man was slandering Bai Wu.

Slandering the fortune-teller master Bai Wu of Che Yongkang's heart!

Tolerable or unbearable!

Che Yongkang firmly believed in Bai Wu's ability.

Make an analogy.

If Bai Wu is a god, then Che Yongkang is like that kind of crazy believer.

"Hmph, the jumping beam clown!"

Che Yongkang's face was full of anger, he flipped his sleeves, and looked at Bai Wu apologetically.

Bai Wu's face was calm and indifferent.

"Since you suspect that the old man's identification is wrong, then you might as well post these scrolls in front of everyone, so that everyone present can take a good look at the old man's identification, whether it is wrong or not, is it worthless!"

Although Bai Wu doesn't matter, Che Yongkang feels that this matter can't be ignored.

You doubt that I can doubt that I can, but you dare to doubt Master Bai?

I can't kill you old man!

Looking at the serious expression on Che Yongkang's face, Bai Wu felt that Che Yongkang should be thinking this way now.

"There are sixteen scrolls in total. As long as any one of them is wrong, the old man will give you 10 million as an apology! If there is no wrong identification, then give 10 million! Not only that, the old man also personally I apologize to you!"

Che Yongkang continued: "But if in the end, the sixteen picture scrolls, the final results of everyone's appraisal are unanimous, and they all agree with the appraisal result of the old man, then the old man only needs you to do one thing!"

Che Yongkang stretched out his hand and pointed at Bai Wu, his face full of awe, and he said, "That's like Master Bai, apologize!"

The voice fell.

Brush brush brush.

Everyone gathered on the man with the bamboo pole.

At this time, the bamboo pole man also recovered from his madness.

He also understood that he himself had said the wrong thing just now.

For him, what a big man Che Yongkang is, how could he cheat for this trivial matter.

but.

Words, all said.

It's too late to save it now.

Not as good.

"Go for it!!!!"

The bamboo pole man suddenly clenched his fists.

"just in case……"

"What if!!!"

"What if this old guy really misses the point!?"

"..."

Thinking of this, the bamboo pole man suddenly became crazy.

then.

Sixteen scrolls were hung up one by one.

People in the entire free trade market, whether it was the owner of the stall or the scavengers who came to pick up the leaks, rushed over after learning the news.

The first one is worthless!

The man with the bamboo pole changed slightly.

The second one is worthless!

The man with the bamboo pole changed his face again.

The third one is worthless!

The man with the bamboo pole looked ugly.

The fourth one is worthless!

The man with the bamboo pole looked increasingly ugly.

The fifth picture is worthless!

...

The sixteenth, worthless!

The man with the bamboo pole was bloodless.

Lost eyes.

A butt fell to the ground.

Head down, like a dead person.

Ridiculous eyes were focused on him.

Time passed minute by minute.

One minute.

two minutes.

three minutes.

...

In the blink of an eye, ten minutes have passed.

The bamboo pole man was still sitting on the ground stupidly, without the slightest movement.

Che Yongkang frowned and said, "This gentleman, where is your apology!?"

The bamboo pole man trembled all over and raised his head tremblingly.

His face was pale.

clenched fist.

He looked at Bai Wu.

He said, "I'm sorry!"

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