Chapter 250

"Yes, of course I didn't tell you this, it was told to you by someone else. What I said was told to you by the person who sold your red coral Ruyi."

Song Yun said while checking the Ruyi in his hand.

"Mr. Zhou, think back, did the person who sold you this Ruyi say something similar to what I said just now?"

Zhou Zhengdong thought about it for a while, and nodded, it was true, selling it to the person who wished him was almost exactly the same as what Song Yun said, but, is there any problem?

"Zhou Zhengdong, what Song Yun means by this is that the Ruyi you bought is fake, and what Song Yun said just now was used by the person who sold your Ruyi to fool you."

Gongyangqiu didn't understand when he saw Zhou Zhengdong, so he just said it directly.

"what?"

"It's impossible, right?"

"That's a well-known antique dealer in the circle. I bought a lot of things from him. He has a relationship for many years. He can't lie to me about this kind of thing!"

Only now did Zhou Zhengdong understand what Song Yun meant, but he didn't believe it.

"What's the price you paid for this Ruyi?"

"It should be around 600,000, I don't know if I guessed it right?"

Song Yun did not quarrel with Zhou Zhengdong, and estimated a price.

"Mr. Song, why do you even know this?"

Zhou Zhengdong nodded and couldn't help being a little surprised, how could Song Yun even guess this.

"Mr. Zhou, selling it to a Ruyi like you, in all likelihood, the market price of this Ruyi is about 700,000 to 800,000. You are a regular customer. If it is cheaper, 600,000 will do."

Tang Miaomiao couldn't bear it at this time. She smiled and said, "This is the routine. The routine of unscrupulous antique dealers when doing business. It is very simple but very practical. Almost every use is accurate, and Zhou Zhengdong is one of the victims .

Zhou Zhengdong's face became ugly at this time. If only Song Yun said that, he would still be a little suspicious and not believe it, but now that Tang Miaomiao was added, he couldn't help not believe it.

Song Yun walked to the edge of a shelf, where he saw a small plate just now. Inside the plate were some scattered beads, among which was a red coral the size of a grain of rice.

"This red coral is real, and the quality is very good. If it's not smaller, it can sell for a good price." Song Yun said, looking left and right, "Mr. Zhou, I don't know if you have any here. hammer?"

Zhou Zhengdong didn't know what medicine Song Yun's gourd was selling, but he still found the hammer.

Song Yun squatted down, put the red coral beads in his hand on the floor, swung the hammer, and smashed it into powder with two hits.

Song Yun picked up Ruyi and smashed it on the ground. There was no accident at all. It broke into two pieces without looking at it. He waved a hammer and smashed one of the pieces into powder.

"Look at it!"

"What's the difference between the two!"

Song Yun dropped the hammer, clapped his hands and walked aside.

Zhou Zhengdong squatted down, and after smashing it into powder, there was no technical content, and the difference could be seen at a glance. Song Yun was not wrong at all, and Ruyi was indeed fake.

Zhou Zhengdong's face became very ugly. Some of it was money. One hundred and several thousand dollars was a drop in the bucket for him. This matter had nothing to do with money. When I wanted to show off, I felt that my face was badly beaten. After the left side was beaten, the right side was swollen. Now if there was a hole in the ground, I would definitely get into it, which is really shameless.

"Zhou Zhengdong, this kind of thing is very common, isn't it just buying fakes?"

"It's no big deal!"

Gong Yangqiu said something lightly.

This time Shen Xue couldn't hold back, opened his mouth and laughed.

Bad!

This sentence is so bad!

Gong Yangqiu said this on the surface to comfort Zhou Zhengdong, but in fact it is an alternative face slap. People who play antiques are already embarrassed when they encounter a slap in the face. Now that I say this, I guess I want to hang myself. wipe the neck.

Zhou Zhengdong's face was red and white. What Gong Yangqiu said was like a knife stabbed into his heart, and there was no room for refutation.

"Mr. Song, I don't know if I have any other fake things here?"

Zhou Zhengdong's old face was flushed, and it took a long time to relax.

Song Yun didn't speak, he didn't want to speak at all.

Zhou Zhengdong was stunned. Although Song Yun didn't speak, he didn't say whether the antiques he bought were fake or not, but it was the best to say nothing, and the meaning couldn't be more clear.

Zhou Zhengdong was furious, and now he has the urge to destroy everything, and wants to smash all the antiques in his collection room.

Zhou Zhengdong didn't know how long it took, it seemed like a century, and he finally suppressed the anger in his heart.