My WeChat Lian Yaojie

Chapter 18
The voice just fell.

The audience exclaimed.

Fifteen million is already the highest price in this auction.

Naturally, it caused quite a stir.

This price also shocked Mr. Liu.

He didn't expect Sun Guokang to raise so much money all at once.

This made him fall into hesitation.

Zhang Song was very nervous.

"Old Liu, bid quickly! This is an authentic work, it cannot be auctioned off by others."

Ye Fan doesn't know the authenticity of calligraphy and painting.

But Zhang Song's every move made him see something wrong.

He is just a treasure appraiser, why does he feel more anxious than Liu Lao.

Old Liu gritted his teeth.

"Old Sun, don't be complacent, I can still afford more than 1000 million."

"600 million."

"Wow!"

The exclamation came again.

Almost everyone gave up on this auction.

All eyes were on the two of them.

Watching this fairy fight.

"That's it? You're fine with an increase of 100 million."

"800 million."

Sun Guokang smiled.

It was as if he didn't take Liu Lao seriously.

Don't fight for steamed buns, but also fight for breath.

Liu Lao will naturally not be compared.

"2000."

"Grandpa, stop screaming."

Liu Ruyan watched anxiously.

Not to mention that 2000 million has exceeded the budget.

The most important thing is that it is hard to tell whether this copybook is true or false.

If it hits the hand, it will be a sky-high loss.

"It's okay, don't worry about it."

Ye Fan gave a wry smile.

I didn't expect Mr. Liu to be so vigorous at such an advanced age.

This is obviously over the top.

Liu Ruyan was impatient.

"Ye Fan, hurry up and persuade Grandpa."

"Well... just wait for me."

Ye Fan took a photo of the copybook with his mobile phone.

If this copybook is authentic, even if it is photographed for 2000 million, it will not be a loss.

The only thing that is difficult to verify is authenticity.

But with Ye Fan's eyesight, how could he detect it.

He could only ask the big monsters in the group for help.

Ye Fan first sent the scroll to the Old Demon of Montenegro.

"Demon, can you tell the authenticity of this copybook?"

The Montenegrin old demon was playing WeChat, and replied to Ye Fan's message almost instantly.

"Who can see this shit."

Ye Fan was very disappointed.

"Let the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord take a look. His Hundred-Eyed Eyes can see through thousands of years, maybe he can see it."

"This... I don't know him either."

"Haha, I can help you, but..."

"Don't worry, old demon, I will give you a couple of Wangzai milk for free tonight."

"What are you talking about! We're friends, you go to the group @他, and I'll help you."

"Ok."

Ye Fan immediately entered the group chat.

Zongzuanfeng: @百眼魔君, Da Yao, can you help me to check the authenticity of this painting?
Seeing that it was Ye Fan@自己, the Hundred-Eyed Demon Monarch was stunned for a moment.

The two have no intersection.

Isn't it a bit unreasonable to ask for help so abruptly?

See if he didn't reply right away.

The Montenegrin old demon immediately went out: Demon Lord, this little brother is my friend, let him take a look.

Hundred-eyed Demon Lord: Which onion are you?Do you have face with me?

The Montenegrin old demon blushed, feeling that he had lost face: My mother...do you want to fight?
Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord: Am I afraid of you?

Ye Fan was stunned.

He didn't expect such a reversal.

The copybooks were completely put aside and ignored.

This made Ye Fan even more anxious.

Fortunately, Xiaoqing came forward: "Brother Mojun, help the boss to take a look, he is my friend." (three smiling faces)

Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord: Hmph, since Xiaoqing has spoken, I will naturally save face.

Xiaoqing: Hee hee, thank you Mojun brother.

After two seconds.

Hundred-eyed Demon Lord: What kind of crap is this!There is no charm, and the writing is frustrating. The person who wrote this copybook is rubbish.

Ye Fan asked cautiously: This is the copybook of Wang Xizhi, a master of human calligraphy.

Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord: A fake is a copy at first glance.

Grandma Dryad: It was originally garbage, but now it is garbage among garbage.

Zong Zhuanfeng: I see, thank you Da Yao.

Put down the phone.

Ye Fan hurriedly stopped Liu Lao who was still asking for a price.

"Can't call anymore."

Seeing Ye Fan speak.

Old Liu's excited emotions were suppressed a lot at once.

"what happened?"

"This copybook is fake."

"fart!"

Hearing this, Zhang Song was furious.

"You little brat, what do you know?"

"Have you ever seen Wang Xizhi's handwriting? He's talking nonsense here, talking nonsense."

He swore before that it was authentic.

But Ye Fan said it was fake.

It was clearly a slap in the face for him.

My uncle can bear this kind of thing, but my aunt can't bear it.

Ye Fan smiled coldly.

"Okay, since you think it's real, if Mr. Liu took the photo as a fake, how about you bear all the auction fees?"

"This is impossible."

"I'm just a treasure appraiser, and I can't bear this kind of economic loss."

Zhang Song glanced at his mouth and said.

"Hehe, after all, you are just playing lip service."

"Mr. Liu makes money, and you follow the commission. Mr. Liu loses money, and you will bear it yourself."

"Every good thing is pinned on you, you are a cornucopia."

Now there are experts in every industry.

Appreciation experts, live broadcast experts, success experts, business experts, etc.

The surface is to lead people to success.

In fact, privately cheating money.

If he is really as awesome as he said, why didn't he do it himself?

Want to tell you how to make money?
In today's real world, there are only two kinds of people who will tell you how they make money.

The first is the person who points at you to make money.

The second type is people who want to make money from you.

Don't believe in pie in the sky.

It's better to keep your feet on the ground.

"Old Liu, that's all I've said, it's up to you whether you want to shoot or not."

Ye Fan's words were extremely sincere.

Naturally, he dragged Liu Lao who was above him back.

"Oh, I'm really old, and I'm not as calm as a young man."

Liu Lao patted Ye Fan on the shoulder.

"I believe in you! I give up bidding."

Zhang Song still refused to give up.

"Old Liu, this is a huge opportunity, you just let it pass?"

"Haha, I'm lucky if I get it, but my life is lost."

"Forget it, I won't shoot."

Lao Sun panicked when he saw that the situation was wrong.

He forced a disdainful smile on the corner of his mouth.

"What? Old Liu? No money? Don't dare to shoot anymore?"

"Hehe, I still have tens of millions."

"But I decided to be an adult, and I will give you [Lai Su Tie]."

"If you don't have money, you have no money. Why do you say it so nicely?"

Elder Sun gave Zhang Song a hard look.

"I'll personally appraise [Laisu Tie] in a while, and it will definitely make you cry."

"I'm looking forward to it."

The hammer sounded.

In the end, Sun Guokang won the collection for 200 million.

Swipe your card and pay.

[Laisu post] was also delivered to Elder Sun.

No one can guarantee the authenticity of the auction items.

So Sun Guokang brought many professional appraisers.

They hurriedly gathered together to observe carefully.

"Well, the strokes are pure, vigorous and powerful, like an authentic work."

"It also has the charm of flowing clouds and flowing water. This is Wang Xizhi's own handwriting."

Sun Guokang heard the judgments of several people.

I felt a lot more at ease.

He also looked at Liu Lao with a flamboyant look.

Zhang Song immediately said to Ye Fan: "Boy, you are a mediocre person! Do you know how much money you have wasted?"

Old Liu is calm.

He smiled and said, "Xiao Fan, don't take it to heart, if we can't take pictures, it means we have no fate with copybooks."

Ye Fan could clearly feel the loss from his words.

It's just that Liu Lao didn't express it.

Ye Fan naturally wouldn't believe the words of the so-called treasure appraiser, and hurriedly opened WeChat.

"what?"

Unexpectedly, the Hundred-eyed Demon Lord took the initiative to add him as a friend.

(End of this chapter)