Chapter: 50
"Imitation? How to say?"
"The old man pushed his glasses, and he explained, "You see, the bottom is too white, it doesn't look like an old thing, and the pattern is asymmetrical. Judging from my years of experience in appraising treasures, modern crafts are undoubtedly. "
After hearing the old man’s explanation, everyone nodded, “That’s wrong, there was an identical one in City B before, and it was auctioned for five million! How much is this? Five hundred!”
"Hey, hey, it turned out to be an imitation, let's go down."
Everyone appraised the circle, and most people stepped down, leaving a few people still under consideration.
"Hey! It turned out to be an imitation, worthless, worthless!"
Qiao Yimo also squatted down and observed it carefully, the smile at the corner of his mouth couldn't hide.
In the end, the fakes from the crowd were taken away by Qiao Yimo at a price of 1,500.
Everyone saw that it was taken by the little girl, and they all looked at each other and laughed, "Little girl, do you buy this imitation and go back to pickle pickles?"
"Hahaha, little girl, you can buy one to soak your feet."
"Why come to the antique market if you don't understand? It looks like a fake and a waste of money."
Qiao Yimo's lips lightly tickled, "It's rare to encounter something I like, the price is so cheap, of course I can't let it go."
After listening, everyone began to laugh again, "This little girl is really a fool."
During this period, several of them were also genuine antiques, but Qiao Yimo always only bought high-quality goods, so he didn't sell them.
The first part of the free trade fair is over, and the next step is to trade freely on the antique table.
Free trade means that the Tibetan friends sell their own things. Whether you can buy the authentic ones depends on your personal perspective.
"Hello, can everyone sell antiques on this antique table?" She wanted to auction the bloodstone.
"Do you have something to trade?" The host looked at Qiao Yimo.
Qiao Yimo smiled, unzipped his schoolbag, and shook it in front of the host, "That's it!"
The host glanced at the bloodstone in Qiao Yimo's hand, frowned slightly, stared for a long time, with some doubts in his heart, and took Qiao Yimo to the table.
"Little girl, you put down the bloodstone and let everyone have a look!" The host took a cursory look at Qiao Yimo's hand, and only felt that the appearance and color were really good!
"Okay!" Qiao Yimo put down the bloodstone in no hurry, and only then did the Tibetan friends come up to distinguish.
"This color is good!"
"This bloody color is full and looks natural."
"It looks like two catties."
Among them, an old man pushed his glasses, "Pure blood and good condition, the price is not low, right."
"But, this stone was brought by the little girl, can it be true?"
"Yeah, I dare not buy it!"
"That's right, this little girl just picks up a stone and dyes it and says it is a bloodstone, who are you lying to?"
Qiao Yimo listened and laughed. All the younger brothers were present.
"Since you are afraid of fakes, let me identify them." Qiao Yimo said as he took the mineral water in the hands of others and poured it on the bloodstone.
Seeing water penetrated into the cracks of the stone, causing the reflection of the patterns in it, the color began to change, turning bright red, becoming bright and dazzling.
This phenomenon stunned everyone present, which is too beautiful.
"I know this identification method, I didn't expect this bloodstone to be real, it's so beautiful!"
"Little girl, I want what I want, and you offer a price!"
"Go away, I saw it first, I want it!"
Qiao Yimo watched the crowd looting, and said slowly, "Stop arguing, the one with the higher price will get it!"
As soon as she said this, someone immediately offered an offer.
"Little girl, I want half a million!"
"Only 500,000? Are you kidding me! Two million!"
"2 million? Too high, right?"
2 million is nothing, as long as you get this piece of bloodstone, the eighteenth generation of your ancestors will have no worries about eating and drinking.
"2.5 million..."
Qiao Yimo listened to everyone's bids and was quite satisfied. He made a small fortune. The important thing is because it was picked up, and he was even happier! JrNovels.com
"The old man pushed his glasses, and he explained, "You see, the bottom is too white, it doesn't look like an old thing, and the pattern is asymmetrical. Judging from my years of experience in appraising treasures, modern crafts are undoubtedly. "
After hearing the old man’s explanation, everyone nodded, “That’s wrong, there was an identical one in City B before, and it was auctioned for five million! How much is this? Five hundred!”
"Hey, hey, it turned out to be an imitation, let's go down."
Everyone appraised the circle, and most people stepped down, leaving a few people still under consideration.
"Hey! It turned out to be an imitation, worthless, worthless!"
Qiao Yimo also squatted down and observed it carefully, the smile at the corner of his mouth couldn't hide.
In the end, the fakes from the crowd were taken away by Qiao Yimo at a price of 1,500.
Everyone saw that it was taken by the little girl, and they all looked at each other and laughed, "Little girl, do you buy this imitation and go back to pickle pickles?"
"Hahaha, little girl, you can buy one to soak your feet."
"Why come to the antique market if you don't understand? It looks like a fake and a waste of money."
Qiao Yimo's lips lightly tickled, "It's rare to encounter something I like, the price is so cheap, of course I can't let it go."
After listening, everyone began to laugh again, "This little girl is really a fool."
During this period, several of them were also genuine antiques, but Qiao Yimo always only bought high-quality goods, so he didn't sell them.
The first part of the free trade fair is over, and the next step is to trade freely on the antique table.
Free trade means that the Tibetan friends sell their own things. Whether you can buy the authentic ones depends on your personal perspective.
"Hello, can everyone sell antiques on this antique table?" She wanted to auction the bloodstone.
"Do you have something to trade?" The host looked at Qiao Yimo.
Qiao Yimo smiled, unzipped his schoolbag, and shook it in front of the host, "That's it!"
The host glanced at the bloodstone in Qiao Yimo's hand, frowned slightly, stared for a long time, with some doubts in his heart, and took Qiao Yimo to the table.
"Little girl, you put down the bloodstone and let everyone have a look!" The host took a cursory look at Qiao Yimo's hand, and only felt that the appearance and color were really good!
"Okay!" Qiao Yimo put down the bloodstone in no hurry, and only then did the Tibetan friends come up to distinguish.
"This color is good!"
"This bloody color is full and looks natural."
"It looks like two catties."
Among them, an old man pushed his glasses, "Pure blood and good condition, the price is not low, right."
"But, this stone was brought by the little girl, can it be true?"
"Yeah, I dare not buy it!"
"That's right, this little girl just picks up a stone and dyes it and says it is a bloodstone, who are you lying to?"
Qiao Yimo listened and laughed. All the younger brothers were present.
"Since you are afraid of fakes, let me identify them." Qiao Yimo said as he took the mineral water in the hands of others and poured it on the bloodstone.
Seeing water penetrated into the cracks of the stone, causing the reflection of the patterns in it, the color began to change, turning bright red, becoming bright and dazzling.
This phenomenon stunned everyone present, which is too beautiful.
"I know this identification method, I didn't expect this bloodstone to be real, it's so beautiful!"
"Little girl, I want what I want, and you offer a price!"
"Go away, I saw it first, I want it!"
Qiao Yimo watched the crowd looting, and said slowly, "Stop arguing, the one with the higher price will get it!"
As soon as she said this, someone immediately offered an offer.
"Little girl, I want half a million!"
"Only 500,000? Are you kidding me! Two million!"
"2 million? Too high, right?"
2 million is nothing, as long as you get this piece of bloodstone, the eighteenth generation of your ancestors will have no worries about eating and drinking.
"2.5 million..."
Qiao Yimo listened to everyone's bids and was quite satisfied. He made a small fortune. The important thing is because it was picked up, and he was even happier! JrNovels.com
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