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

Bai Qian smiled and nodded.

"This parrot porcelain jar is nice. It can be used as a pen holder. It's great. Little girl, whether it's real or fake, grandpa wants this porcelain jar."

"I will definitely give you a satisfactory price."

"Thank you, grandpa."

"Just call me Grandpa Cao." Grandpa Cao saw Bai Qian being laughed at, so he came to support her.

Everyone:...

Stupid people with lots of money. You have money and you are right, okay?

Mr. Cao sat next to Bai Qian.

Xiao Mo stroked his chin and looked Mr. Cao up and down.

This old man is quite rich, I will definitely make a fortune from him later.

Compensation for mental damage, compensation for loss of reputation, compensation for loss of work, you can find any excuse to extort money from them.

The female assistant took the dirty antiques to be cleaned.

"Little girl, where did this antique come from?" asked the expert.

"I bought it from a stall outside." Bai Qian said frankly without hiding anything.

Ah this...

The treasure appraiser's fingers that were tapping on the table suddenly stopped, and he felt a little toothache.

He felt a little bit reluctant to see such an innocent little girl rushing to give him money for free.

There were laughter coming from all around, and the laughter of the Qing Dynasty aunties was the loudest.

Xiao Mo's mouth almost stretched to his ears. I knew this little fat boy was stupid, but I didn't expect him to be this stupid.

I thought it was a treasured item from my family, but it turned out to be a street stall item.

The cleaned antiques were put back on the table, looking even more gorgeous and eye-catching after being cleaned.

It looks even more fake.

Everyone pointed and talked with disgust. They bet that the pearls of different sizes on the phoenix crown were definitely plastic balls.

Everyone has lost interest. There is no suspense at all. What is there to watch?

Some people have already gone home shaking their heads.

Xiao Mo sat there slouched, looking nonchalant and lacking interest.

I feel like I'm using a cannon to shoot at a mosquito. I'm doing this with a fool, and he's also like a fool.

Instead, the old expert sat up straight, picked up the magnifying glass, and his eyes became respectful.

Then he put on disposable white gloves and carefully touched the parrot porcelain jar.

The eyes became brighter and brighter.

Getting brighter and brighter.

Then he took a magnifying glass and looked closely at the phoenix coronet. His eyes widened and his mouth opened into an O shape.

Mr. Cao also liked the color of the porcelain jar more.

It looks a bit gaudy, but the contrasting colors are so subtle that an outsider cannot appreciate it at all.

Xiao Mo was close to the old expert, and his heart skipped a beat when he saw his expression becoming increasingly serious.

Could it be...

But he quickly put the thought out of his mind.

He might as well believe that a sow can climb a tree as believe that this crap is real.

As soon as Xiao Mo confirmed this belief, the old expert slammed the table excitedly: "Authentic, all authentic."

What? Everyone scratched their ears, thinking they had heard it wrongly.

The scene was silent for a moment.

Xiao Mo's face darkened, and he angrily said, "Master, are you serious? Look carefully at me, how is this possible?"

This joke is not funny at all.

The appraisal expert was unhappy and rolled his eyes at him.

"Are you questioning the authority of the experts?" The female assistant waved toward the door, and several burly security guards walked in.

"Are you looking for trouble?" The female assistant narrowed her eyes, as if she was going to kick the troublemaker out.

"No, it's not." Xiao Mo was scared.

He was so angry just now that he forgot that the old man in front of him was a highly respected expert.

What he says is true is true, and what he says is false is false. He has never made a mistake.

Xiao Mo is about to cry, how is this possible?

At this time, Xiao Mo still retained a little hope in his heart.

I have no idea what kind of thundering blow I will have to endure next.