Help! The fat daughter has a billion-point vest after breaking up

Bai Qian walked into the appraisal center with two treasures in her arms.

She was penniless at this time.

"Free appraisal, free appraisal, beautiful lady."

A young man wearing overalls who looked like a treasure appraiser assistant stopped Bai Qian warmly with a professional fake smile on his face.

Bai Qian stopped.

There was a fat middle-aged man sitting in front of the desk. When I entered, I saw him picking his teeth with his lips bared.

The middle-aged man stroked his beard and his unfathomable eyes narrowed into slits.

He is completely different from his previous appearance.

The treasure appraiser assistant who called her stood in front of the table, deliberately blocking a sign.

To be exact, it blocked a line of words.

The eyes of the spectators around fell on Bai Qian with strange expressions, as if they were looking at an idiot who was about to walk into a trap.

Behind her, an old lady from the Qing Dynasty was sitting on a high stool to rest, her eyes sparkling brightly, waiting for Bai Qian to get into trouble.

She is happy when Bai Qian is in trouble.

"Beauty, the treasure appraisers here charge 600 yuan for just a quick look, but our Master Mo does it for free. You'd have to be a fool to go to such a place."

Bai Qian said nothing, but glanced slyly behind the young man and couldn't help but laugh.

Oh, it turns out that the penalty is a thousand dollars for each fake item.

Free appraisal is good, but if the antique turns out to be fake, you will have to pay 1000 yuan in compensation.

There is another line of small characters below, which is about the size of a soybean and cannot be any larger.

Bai Qian had good eyesight, and she was even happier when she saw the small words. Ten thousand for a wrong appraisal? Two pieces would be twenty thousand.

Haha, no matter how small a mosquito is, it’s still meat, so she just plays with it.

Bai Qian sat down on the stool.

"Give it to me." The man known as Master Mo slowly put on his reading glasses and stretched out his hand impatiently.

"Wait a minute, Master Mo, right? What if the identification is wrong?"

Master Mo blew his beard, his eyes showed disdain.

The assistant who was appraising the treasure beside him immediately sang a duet: "If the appraisal is wrong, I will pay you 1 yuan."

Since it is written on the board, they are not afraid to speak it out.

If it were someone else, they might hesitate, but for Bai Qian, if the two broken things in her hands were real, they would twist their heads off.

Don't let the duck in your mouth fly away.

"What if something breaks?"

"Compensate according to the price."

"Okay then." Bai Qian was satisfied and placed the two things casually on the table.

"Be gentle." Master Mo glared at Bai Qian.

If it breaks, it belongs to whomever it is.

He is the so-called Master Mo who plucks feathers from passing geese. He only plucks feathers from others and never lets others slip away.

Once you enter his stall, you can only take money in, not take it out, and don't even think about getting him to take out a penny.

Master Mo touched the antique, making the dust all over it.

A quarter of an hour later...

"Fake, all fake." Master Mo wiped his hands.

The treasure appraisal assistant next to him even printed out two fake certificates and stamped them with Master Mo's seal.

"It's fake. Take the money. Two thousand." The treasure appraisal assistant then revealed the sign behind him and spoke in an unfriendly tone.

The fat Master Mo also stood up, looking ferocious, like a thug who was well-fed and well-fed by the landlord.

“Hahaha, hahahahaha…” The Qing Dynasty aunt came over clapping her hands and laughing, her tone sarcastic:

"You little bastard, you're the only one who wants to get something for nothing? Are you dreaming?"

"Why don't you pay quickly, you idiot." The Qing Dynasty lady took a few steps forward and tried to push Bai Qian.

Bai Qian hooked her foot and the Qing Dynasty woman fell flat on her face.

There was a lot of noise around, and no one noticed Bai Qian's little action.

The old lady in the Qing Dynasty held her almost broken waist and cried out, "Ouch, ouch!" She could only blame herself for her bad luck.

Bai Qian slowly put away the two fake certificates and looked at the two charlatans with a smile:

"I think you made a mistake. Come with me to find an expert and prepare 2 yuan."

"Otherwise I'll ask the market manager or the sheriff to sort things out."