The system asks me to pick up trash

Xiao Yi didn't care much about this kind of cheap ridicule.

Turning to Mr. Fan, he asked, "You used to have a different life. When you come to the antique market, people are so familiar with you. I'm afraid you used to be a master of appreciating treasures, right?"

Old Master Fan's identity was revealed, and he looked at Xiao Yi with painful eyes:
"Yes, I used to have a great life, but that's in the past,
Don't mention the past. "

However, with my reputation in the past, I, Fan Dexian, are like the God of Wealth in their eyes. What I say is the truth, and it is money. Can you imagine it? "

In fact, Fan Dexian's life experience is not simple. He used to be the heir of the famous Fan family in Xiliang Town.

But because he was obsessed with antiques, the family property finally fell into the hands of his elder brother, and now it is under the name of his nephew Fan Weikang.

He is not reconciled, he wants to take back what belongs to him.

Although he is very down and out now, relying on his past reputation, he can quietly create his own career, which is still very promising.

Xiao Yi looked at him, this old guy is very interesting and has a certain appreciation ability.

So Xiao Yi said:
"How about we have a competition who has poisonous eyes and can pick out fakes that are not easy to appreciate?"

As soon as these words came out, people instantly felt that this trash picker was beyond his control.

Competing appreciation ability in front of the past masters of appreciating treasures, isn't this showing your face and making people beat you?
"Compared to what?" Fan Dexian felt very funny.

"You bring enough treasures that are fake and genuine. If I can't tell it's a fake, I'll lose, okay?" Xiao Yi said confidently.

Fan Dexian sneered in his heart and said:
Little hairy boy, he really lacks society and beats him. Some things I don't know are true or false, but he comes up and insists that he can definitely tell the true from the false.

"What if you lose?" Fan Dexian asked.

"If I lose, I'll kill myself." As he spoke, Xiao Yi made a knife with his hand and measured his neck.

"But old man, you are about to lose, so you can buy me whatever I want." Xiao Yi said with a smile.

Mr. Fan immediately nodded in agreement, his heart full of disapproval of this sentence.

No one has ever surpassed his appreciation ability, let alone this smelly boy picking up trash.

Immediately, Fan Lao put some high imitations and genuine products in front of Xiao Yi.

It was agreed in advance that if Xiao Yi smashed the genuine product, the loss would be made up to the owner according to the market price.

When people in the market heard that a trash picker was going to compete with Fan Lao, they all thought it was very interesting.

They all surrounded Xiao Yi to see how he would die after he failed.

Xiao Yi picked up an antique blue and white porcelain, the workmanship was extremely exquisite.But under Xiao Yi's perspective, it also exposed the prototype.

Xiao Yi raised the bottle and threw it on the ground.

Then look at the china crumbs on the ground.

"He dropped such an exquisite and simple vase? If it's true, he'll be in big trouble."

"Look, he is stupid, he can't find any evidence to prove that it is a fake, and he will be beaten to death soon."

Xiao Yi looked at the ground, picked up a piece of ceramics, pointed to the inner arm of the ceramics and said:

"I'll let you see the signs of fakes. Lu Laowai made them himself."

Anyone who sells antiques knows that Lu Laowai is a high-quality imitation master who specializes in imitating the blue and white porcelain of the Ming Dynasty. Except for masters like Fan Lao, he can recognize the fakes.

Put it in front of people, almost everyone will be fooled.

Now Xiao Yi actually recognized it.

"Let this fool hit the big luck."

"Pureness is blind."

Xiao Yi picked up another black inkstone from one of the Four Treasures of the Study, and handed it to Mr. Fan, "This is true."

Looking at the inkstone in his hand, Fan Lao had to admit:
"This is definitely a priceless treasure. It was used by Wang Xianzhi, the son of Wang Xizhi."