Chapter: 6326

The other person said: "I know! This isn't a Ming dynasty's bronze Buddha, right? There are inscriptions on the pedestal."

Xu Liangyun looked at him with curiosity, asking: "Are you certain it's a Ming dynasty piece from the Xuande period?"

The other person thought Xu Liangyun had caught on and quickly said: "Our family elder had an expert appraise it before. The expert said this is a big open door item, one glance can tell! Honestly, I'm selling it because our elder just passed away today, and I need to get ahead of my older brother's inventory assessment by selling this off."

As he spoke, he gave Xu Liangyun an even more detailed explanation.

Xu Liangyun nodded slightly, then casually said: "I don't think this item looks like a typical Ming dynasty feature, especially not the Xuande period. The manufacturing techniques and types of bronze Buddha statues from that era are quite different from this one."

The other person heard this and suddenly became flustered, speaking in an uncertain tone: "How...how could it be? The expert had appraised it before, saying it's a Ming dynasty piece, after all... If I were to auction it off, at least it would be worth two million."

As he spoke quickly again: "Take a close look at the pedestal, it's definitely from the Ming Xuande period."

Xu Liangyun smiled: "The pedestal is indeed from the big open door era, but this bronze Buddha..."

He stopped speaking suddenly.

In the car, watching the live broadcast, Xue Changkun and Zhang Erma's hearts were all lifted to their throats.

Xue Changkun asked anxiously: "I mean, Mao... isn't that Xu Liangyun going to figure it out?"

Hehao also has some uncertainty, whispering: "This... shouldn't be that way... The things old Professor Cheng and his team came up with, even experts from our Jinling Museum wouldn't be able to figure out without professional equipment and extensive observation. Just relying on one's naked eye, it's impossible to see any signs."

Xue Changkun quickly said: "Hehao, although we have a good relationship, this is your idea, so you need to think of a way to sell it to me for twenty thousand yuan."

Hehao cursed in his heart, but his mouth was very confident and he said: "Mr. Xue, don't worry about the money. Since I've agreed with you, I'll definitely take care of this matter. If Mr. Zhou doesn't buy it, I'll find someone else to buy it for twenty thousand yuan. If no one buys it, Hehao will use his own money to buy it."

Xue Changkun relaxed and nodded: "I'm not concerned about the money; what I don't want is for this Mr. Zhou to escape again."

Inside Duan Baoxuan's shop.

The person saw that he stopped talking about the copper Buddha, hesitated, and then asked him again: "What do you mean by saying it's not from the Ming dynasty?"

Mr. Zhou said: "It just feels like it's not from the Ming dynasty to me."

The person's cold sweat began to drizzle out of his pores, afraid that Mr. Zhou would notice, so he subconsciously leaned back against his body and then opened his mouth: "What do you mean? Take a closer look again."

Mr. Zhou noticed the other person's nervousness and fidgetiness, as well as the fine sweat beads on his forehead and temples, and smiled calmly, taking out a piece of paper to hand over, saying: "Don't worry, just wipe off your sweat first."

As soon as he said this, regardless of whether it was this small actor or Xue Changkun and Hehao in the car, everyone's heart skipped a beat, thinking that they must have been caught out.

"That small brother has already become somewhat nervous, clumsily trying to cover up: 'No... I'm not nervous... I... this thing is really from the Ming dynasty, no need to trick you...’"

"Xie Zhaomao couldn't help but start yelling at the screen in the car: 'Damn it! The more we're in this situation, the less we can get nervous, what are you thinking?! This won't just let Mr. Zhou catch us, right?!"

"Suo Changkun was also very annoyed and started yelling: 'What the hell, I never thought that old fox would still be so cunning, damn it!'

"After speaking, he waved his hand: 'Forget about it, Zhaomao. I'm going back home to pack my things, and then I'll fly to Dubai tomorrow morning. Remember to handle this quickly for me, and then send me the money, okay?'" JrNovels.com