Almighty Appraiser

Chapter 166 Too Arbitrary

Although Tan Qian has only been working as a reporter for two years, she is already quite professional. Relying on her professional sensitivity and female intuition, she feels that since Shen Yunfeng dares to stand out and appraise willow-leaf vases, she must be very sure It can be seen that there is a problem with the willow bottle.

What's more, when Tan Qian was sending the identification answers of Shen Yunfeng, Gu Deyu and Kou Boyang to Duan Mingda, the executive vice president of the Shaanxi Province Antique Collection Association, Tan Qian paid attention and saw Kou Boyang in this willow leaf vase There are six vague words written in the identification column.

"Everyone, pay attention to the six words 'Kangxi Year System of the Qing Dynasty'."

"Xiaoyou Shen, about the signature on the porcelain vase, you have already said it just now." The old man who had just sat down angrily stood up again, and interrupted Shen Yunfeng, "You said it yourself. The signature is strong, the font is spirited, and the strokes are clear. It fully conforms to the characteristics of the Kangxi era."

The old man added meaningfully: "Little friend Shen, could it be that it's only been 2 minutes and you've forgotten what you said yourself?"

"Old man, I didn't say that I forgot what I said." Shen Yunfeng looked at the old man in the audience, and said with a faint smile, "It was you who interrupted what I was going to say next, and you denied me again and again in such a hurry, if I welcome purely learning about antique knowledge, but if you have ulterior motives, please forgive me for being rude."

"Haha, of course it's to discuss the knowledge of antique appraisal." The old man smiled awkwardly, showing embarrassment.

"That's good." Shen Yunfeng ignored the old man, pointed to the bottom of the willow leaf bottle and said, "Of course there is no problem with the inscription font. What I want to say next is that I conclude that this Qing Kangxi imitation Ru sky blue glazed willow leaf bottle is A key piece of evidence of a counterfeit."

He, consciously or unconsciously, glanced at Lin Hongzhen.

"What? The antiques used in the competition are fake?"

"Damn, you dare to make such a joke, isn't this trying to ruin the reputation of this brand that has been built with great difficulty!"

Under the stage, fry the pot instantly!
The management of Liangma Antique Trading Market couldn't sit still anymore and sent someone to walk towards the stage.

At this time, the most calm ones were the four representatives sent by Boya Antique City and Fanjiayuan Flea Market to watch the competition. They looked at the messy competition scene and sat motionless with gloating.

"Snapped!"

Under the stage, there was a loud noise, Lin Hongzhen raised his hand and slapped the table loudly.

"Shen Yunfeng, do you know what you are doing?"

Lin Hongzhen's eyes were almost bloodshot, "Do you know how much effort the association and the market have put into preparing for this competition?"

"Do you know that more than half of what the good horse collectibles market has achieved today is due to the holding of treasure appraisal competitions?"

"You, in front of so many people, insult my collection of handed down antiques, I can bear it, but you dare to slap all the bosses and leaders present in the face in public, I will not agree to your behavior."

Lin Hongzhen pointed at Liang Jinyan, and scolded: "Boss Liang, why don't you hurry up and take away your lunatic, what are you waiting for?"

Seeing that Liang Jinyan was sitting still, Lin Hongzhen patted the table even more angrily and shouted: "What about the security guards, why don't you come over? Are you just watching someone disturb the order of the venue and let them go?"

"Boss Lin, please sit down!"

From the rostrum, came a calm voice.

The huge sound made the noisy venue instantly quiet.

Shen Yunfeng held the willow leaf bottle in one hand and the microphone in the other, and said righteously: "The Municipal Antique Collection Association and the Liangma Collection Market have held a treasure appraisal competition for the tenth year. , and all kinds of sadness, many of you here can't imagine, as the appraiser representative of the three participating antique shops Hengxing Antique Store, everyone thinks that I, Shen Yunfeng, are really like what boss Lin Hongzhen scolded just now, and I want to disrupt the competition?"

"Hehe, not only do you not believe it, I myself don't believe it. I, a little appraiser who has only graduated for less than half a year, have such great energy."

On the stage, Shen Yunfeng could be said to be confiding in his heart, talking about the reason why he wanted to point out the fake antiques in public, the emotions of everyone in the audience gradually calmed down.

At this time, the most nervous person was Yuan Dongliang. While listening to Shen Yunfeng's statement of reasons, he looked at the group of college classmates. In less than 10 minutes, there were already more than 400 messages in the group, saying something about Shen Yunfeng Everyone has it.

Yuan Dongliang was worried that if there was no explosion at the competition venue, the WeChat group of the university class would explode first.

The Liangma Collectibles Market was erected in front of the huge electronic display outside the venue, and it was even more crowded. Many uniformed men and women came over to maintain the order of the scene.

Xu Wanzhou bit her finger, her face was calm, her voice was as thin as a mosquito, only she knew what the one sentence she kept saying was: Shen Yunfeng, brother Shen, you are going to be on fire!
"Nine judges, ladies and gentlemen, I judge that the six centimeters from the bottom of the willow-leaf vase are all true, but the upper part is all connected later. If anyone doesn't believe it, you can come on stage and look at my fingers. Location."

Shen Yunfeng had an impassioned meal, and with the unremitting efforts of the conference affairs team, the venue gradually quieted down.

Shen Yunfeng raised the willow leaf bottle, "If you use the light, you will find that if you look carefully, starting from six centimeters up, you will see that the glaze color of the upper and lower parts will be slightly different."

"In the milky white glaze color of the lower part, there are some faint yellowish colors that cannot be easily found."

Tan Qian, with black hair like silk, turned on the flashlight of her mobile phone, and looked closely along the position of Shen Yunfeng's finger.

After watching it carefully for a while, she couldn't help but let out a "hiss".

The sound of gasping for air spread around the venue through the microphone in her hand.

"Really, what Shen Yunfeng said is true." Tan Qian seemed to have forgotten her identity today, and turned to look at the guests in the audience excitedly, "I saw clearly just now, the glaze color on the inside of the porcelain bottle is different. "

With Dong Qichang in front, Duan Mingda and Zhou Shengrong behind, the three left the judge's seat, walked quickly to Shen Yunfeng, and looked over from the angle Shen Yunfeng said with the help of a flashlight.

First, Dong Qichang frowned slightly, then Duan Mingda frowned, and Zhou Shengrong was the last to see clearly because he was standing relatively back.

His reaction was stronger than that of Dong Qichang and Duan Mingda.

Shen Yunfeng, Tan Qian, Dong Qichang and Duan Mingda who were in front of them all heard Zhou Shengrong's long and helpless sigh.

Fortunately, the microphone in Tan Qian's hand was pointed downward at this time. Otherwise, if Zhou Shengrong, as the president of the Municipal Antiques Collection Association, had his helpless sigh spread through the microphone and let everyone in the venue hear it, it would mean What, that goes without saying.

Duan Mingda was in front, walking towards the seat, with no expression on his face.

Dong Qichang was behind, with an indifferent expression on his face.

Zhou Shengrong walked last, and when he was about to get to his seat, he cast an angry look at Lin Hongzhen who was in the audience.

Years later, there will be a new election for the leadership of the association. At this juncture, Lin Hongzhen's move is clear, and he is putting eye drops in the eyes of President Zhou.

When Lin Hongzhen was looked at by Zhou Shengrong, his square inch was in chaos, and the cold sweat dripped from his head.

Seeing that the situation was not going well, Lin Xiang made an excuse to urinate and escaped. He ran outside and asked the people in the store to be ready at any time to protect the boss and leave.

Zhang Qiyue held his head, not daring to look at Lin Hongzhen anymore, because his old partner's face was looking ugly at the moment, he couldn't think of any words to comfort Lin Hongzhen.

"The upper and lower glaze colors are different, does that mean the bottle is fake?"

The voice of a middle-aged man who was extremely cold suddenly sounded. Even without the help of a microphone, he still clearly and unmistakably sent every word to the ears of nearly a thousand people present, "Shen Yunfeng, you are too arbitrary!"

(End of this chapter)