Treasure Hunt all over the World

After walking past three or four antique stalls one after another, Ye Tian stopped again and looked at the goods on the antique stall in front of him.

Seeing this behavior, Betty immediately flashed a surprise in her eyes.

She knew in her heart that Ye Tian must have discovered something, maybe it was another piece of valuable and top antique art. This also showed that another antique stall was mainly looted.

However, the scene that happened next made Betty feel a bit stunned and confused.

After Ye Tian scanned the goods on the antique stall quickly, he neither picked up a certain item to appreciate, nor asked for a price, he just nodded to the stall owner, and then left the stall.

Before this stall, he stayed for less than half a minute in total, at best he could be regarded as a spectator.

Walking out about three or four meters, Betty immediately asked in a low voice curiously:

"My dear, were there no good things on the antique stall just now? When you stopped, I thought you had found it again, but who knew that you left soon without any action."

Ye Tian turned to look at his wife, then smiled and said in a low voice:

"My dear, of course, there is a reason why I stopped in front of the antique stall. You guessed it, I did find that there are some pretty good antique artworks on that stall.

However, the antique stall owner is also a connoisseur of goods, and the most valuable antique works of art on the stall are basically placed by his side. Obviously he knows the value of those items.

Since the other party knows the goods, I don’t need to inquire again. It will only waste time and not take any advantage. There is only one day in the antique market in Sarrea Square, and we have no time to waste.

In addition to the few antique works of art on the side of the stall owner, in the corner of the stall, I still found two antique art pieces that were ignored by the stall owner.

The market value of the two antique works of art is within 100,000 U.S. dollars, and it is not worth letting me waste my tongue to do it myself. If I do it myself, it will definitely make the stall owner more vigilant.

At this time, it’s time for the boy Bowie to appear on the stage. He is a strange face, and the stall owner cannot recognize him, so that he can get the two antique artworks at the lowest price."

When saying this, Ye Tian kept his voice extremely low, only he and Betty could hear it.

When the voice fell, he had already taken out his cell phone from his pocket, and started sending messages to Bowie like an enclave. Everything was familiar and very skilled.

Seeing his movements, Betty couldn't help laughing softly.

"Oh my God! You two guys are really cunning to the extreme. When these antique dealers on Sareya Square meet you, they are absolutely **** for eight lifetimes and cannot escape the fate of being looted by craziness."

While talking, Ye Tian quickly finished sending the message, and then put the phone away.

Although many people follow him at the market, no one knows what the message he sent out is.

Afterwards, Ye Tian and his party walked to the next booth and continued to sweep Sarrea Square.

In a blink of an eye, more than forty minutes passed.

Ye Tian and the others have walked through twenty or thirty antique stalls, and Cole and the others have a few valuable antique works of art, all of which are trophies that Ye Tian personally obtained.

As for Bowie who followed, the harvest was even greater. He even bought a huge second-hand trolley case at the market to load his harvest.

Looking at the antique works of art in Ye Tian and Cole's hands, the guys who have been following them and paying attention to them all the time, the envious eyes are red!

Under the urge to get rich, some guys are already ready to take action.

But what they want from them, what awaits them, is not a windfall that falls from the sky, but one after another insidious traps, which are hard to guard against!

Ye Tian has been paying attention to these unpredictable guys, and is always ready to use traps to pit these guys and give them a bit of color.

While talking, everyone came to an antique booth again.

When passing by, Ye Tian glanced at the goods on the stall, then stopped and admired with interest.

He just stopped here, before he took a few glances, the two tourists who had stood in front of the booth before, and their companions, all turned around and looked over.

These are two groups of different tourists, a white couple in their 50s, and the other three are Chinese from China. They communicate with each other in Sichuan dialect. They are about 30 or 40 years old.

Obviously, these people all knew Ye Tian and nodded to him one after another.

The eldest brother from Sichuan who was looking at a piece of blue and white porcelain was even more familiar, and he greeted Ye Tian directly, showing great enthusiasm.

"Hello, Ye Tian, ​​it's a coincidence that I didn't expect to meet you this big man here. My name is Wang Xiaotian and I am from Chengdu. If you don't mind, let's get to know you!"

As he said, this one stretched out his right hand, ready to shake hands with Ye Tian.

What can Ye Tian do? I can only shake hands with this one and introduce myself, of course, in Mandarin.

"Why would you mind, Brother Wang, I am glad to meet you, I am Ye Tian, ​​from the East Side of Beijing. It is a coincidence that I can meet my compatriots from China here."

After a few greetings, Wang Xiaotian suddenly pointed to the blue and white porcelain he was admiring, and asked expectantly:

"Ye Tian, ​​you are a well-known expert in the appraisal of top antique works of art. You can do everything, do me a favor and see how this blue and white porcelain is worth it?"

What he was referring to was a blue-and-white flat pot with tangled branches and patterns. The shape was fairly regular, the blue-and-white color was faintly blue, with a few brown rust spots, and it looked a bit historical.

Ye Tian glanced at the blue and white flat pot at random, neither nodded nor shook his head, but smiled and said:

"Brother Wang, I'm very sorry, I don't care about this porcelain"

Although he didn't say it clearly, this sentence is enough.

This is an antique term that only Chinese people understand. Anyone who comes from China, has a little knowledge of antiques, or who often watches appraising programs, will understand the meaning of this sentence.

There is no doubt that this blue-and-white flat pot with tangled branches and patterns is a fake, 100% of which is a fake shipped from China!

Hearing his words, a look of disappointment flashed in Brother Wang's eyes, and he was a little bit lucky.

The others standing nearby were all at a loss, not knowing what they were talking about, including the nervous antique stall owner.

Of course the stall owner knew how his goods were. He was afraid that Ye Tian would point out the authenticity of the Chinese porcelain and let the duck that was about to be cooked fly away from his mouth.

It's a pity that he doesn't understand Chinese at all, so naturally he doesn't know what Ye Tian is talking about, so he can only watch and call Naihe!

"Thank you, Ye Tian, ​​if it weren't for meeting you, my brother, I might have gotten a big deal today, and was scammed by these dead foreigners, these liars!"

Wang Ge said with lingering fears, looking terrified.

"No thanks, Brother Wang, the foreign antique art market is also full of fakes and scammers, no less than domestic ones. It is better to be more careful in the future."

Ye Tian smiled and said in a low voice, and reminded him a few words.

Next, the two chatted for a few more words, and Ye Tian ended the topic and looked at the goods on the antique stall.

At the same time, the few eager guys behind were approaching the antique booth while watching Ye Tian's every move, ready to take action at any time.

As for Brother Wang, he stepped aside and whispered something to his two companions~www.wuxiaspot.com~ was also staring at Ye Tian's actions, wanting to see what he could find in this antique stall!

After scanning the goods on the antique stall, Ye Tian looked up at the forty-something stall owner.

And the corner of his eyes had already locked on the guys who were eager to move on the side.

"Fools, since you don't know how to live or die, don't blame your buddies for being cruel!"

After a few words secretly, Ye Tian smiled and said:

"Good morning, buddy, can I see that antique baroque clock?"

As he said, he reached out to a gilt-bronze table clock with a baroque style that was about thirty centimeters high and looked rather exquisite on the booth.

"Of course it's okay, Mr. Steven, please, please"

The antique stall owner nodded in response, but a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes, and he was also a little angry.

It is said that you **** is the top antique art appraisal expert, and has never had the experience of punching eyes. Now it seems that it is just a falsehood and a false reputation!

The slight change in the expression of the antique stall owner did not escape Ye Tian's eyes at all, and he saw it clearly.

However, he did not seem to have seen it.

He just nodded to the stall owner with a smile on his face, then stretched out his hands to hug the gilt bronze table clock and put it on the table in front of him, pretending to appreciate it seriously.

In the process of appreciating, he appropriately revealed a somewhat surprised expression, fleeting!

This is enough, too much too!

The slight change in Ye Tian's expression did not escape the eyes of the guys next to him, and was seen by those guys.

Surprised expressions also appeared on the faces of those guys, but this time it was true feelings!

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