Ranguang Treasure Mirror

Ma Jie nodded and said, "That's right, but it shouldn't be that simple, right?"

Xu Zhige looked at Zhou Xiru.

"You don't even know that the vase is real or not, what are you so excited about?" Zhou Xiru laughed.

"I want a piece of Ruci!" Xu Zhijie said seriously.

"I know, I know, don't worry, you need to wait for this kind of group arena, do you understand?" Zhou Xiru looked at the rules just now, this attack requires a lottery, 200 million a time, the rules say that the lottery should be doubled, In other words, the first person to see the goods is 200 million, the second person is 400 million, and the third person is 800 million...

Zhou Xiru wanted to ask, who came up with this rule?

If no one looks at the goods for more than 10 minutes, even if the attacker loses and needs to close the stage, the price is the sum of all the items on the stage multiplied by 2.

No matter whether it is Monkey King or Tu Xingsun, if they lose tonight, they will be seriously injured in the short term, and even face the risk of bankruptcy.

This is similar to seizing territory in ancient times, and the loser will naturally lose nothing.

Although there is no fear of life in Dou Gu, this bloodless war is also very cruel.

If either party loses, there will also be a moment of overwhelm, and they will choose to hang themselves into the river...

Under Wang Houzi's urging, a skinny and dark old man in a dark blue robe slowly walked to the front desk.

Zhou Xiru was stunned for a moment when she saw the old man, she knew this man.

At the antique exchange meeting of Jinling Qinghe Primary School, he once gave birth to the little golden dragons of the heyday of the Tang Dynasty, and all of them were too cute.

"Is this old man Tu Xingsun?" Zhou Xiru asked in a low voice.

"Yes!" Ma Jie nodded.

Tu Xingsun walked to the front desk, spat hard, and cursed: "Wang Houzi, I, Tu Xingsun, and you have always been in harmony with each other, if you didn't do too much, I could order you? Are you still reasonable?"

"Do you really think that everyone in our family is dead, and you go to bully a scholar?" Tu Xingsun sneered, "Why are you coming after me? What are you capable of bullying a scholar?"

"I'm coming for you right now." Wang Houzi said loudly without any hesitation, "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up, Sun, if you lose tonight..."

"Don't worry, my old man lost tonight, and I apologize with death!" Tu Xingsun sneered.

While Tu Xingsun was speaking, he walked up to the stage and put a brocade box in his hand on the table.

Cao Tianxiang opened the brocade box, took out a bronze mirror from it, looked at it carefully, nodded and said: "Bronze mirrors from the Tang Dynasty are real and well preserved. The market price is about 80 to 100 million, not worth 200 million yuan. Ten thousand."

Tu Xingsun glanced at him and said with a sneer, "Deputy curator Cao is very conscientious?"

Cao Tianxiang just smiled.

Tu Xingsun wrote a cash check of 100 million, slapped it on the table, and asked, "Can I see the goods?"

Cao Tianxiang looked at the amount on the cash check, nodded, and said, "Please!"

The Song Dynasty Ru kiln triangular vase was invited out, and Cao Tianxiang turned the hourglass on the table around.

With glasses and a magnifying glass, Tu Xingsun looked at the bottom of the bottle, the body of the bottle, the mouth of the bottle, the traces of opening, the direction, the color, the glaze color...

The time of 10 minutes arrived in a blink of an eye, and Tu Xingsun was dripping with cold sweat.

"Mr. Sun, how are you?" Cao Tianxiang asked, "It's time."

Tu Xingsun stood up, with a very ugly face, turned around and walked towards the audience.

Wang Houzi was very embarrassed, and said loudly: "Tu Xingsun, you still have time to seal the disk!"

Tu Xingsun turned his head and glanced at him, but said nothing.

"If Tu Xingsun seals the disk now, how much money do we need to pay?" Xu Zhijie asked in a low voice.

"The market price of the Ru Kiln triangular vase in the Song Dynasty plus the 200 million on the color table, multiplied by 2." Zhou Xiru said, "Uncle, is that the calculation?"

"That should be the calculation." Ma Jie nodded and said.

Xu Zhijie started to look up the prices of Ru kilns in the Song Dynasty on the Internet. For him, things that can be solved with money are not considered a problem...

Why can't Ru kiln vases be put up for auction? Why not sell them?

"Hello!" Seeing Xu Zhixuan looking down at his phone, Ma Jie asked Zhou Xiru in a low voice, "What is Mr. Xu doing?"

"Look at the price of the Ru kiln vase, he wants it." Zhou Xiru said angrily, "When he sees porcelain, it's like seeing—"

"When I see exquisite porcelain, it's like seeing you." Xu Zhijie raised his head and said directly.

Zhou Xiru was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "I know I'm pretty, but I'm not a vase-shaped beauty."

"Miss Zhou, don't you want to see the goods?" Ma Jie said with a smile, "It will be here in 10 minutes. If no one looks at the goods, Tu Xingsun will lose."

"Someone will watch it!" Zhou Xiru whispered.

Song Dynasty Ru Kiln triangular vase - the temptation is too great. Most of the people who come today are here for antiques. How can they miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?

As long as you can identify the authenticity of this vase, you can get everything on the color table. Naturally, you can also gain fame and real fame and fortune.

Sure enough, after Zhou Xiru finished speaking, a young man stepped onto the stage in an unreasonable manner.

Why do you say that he is not serious? The main reason is that this person is not serious, with one leg shaking, a cigarette in his mouth, a thick gold necklace around his neck, and a small watch on his wrist...

This person is dressed in a typical underworld standard.

"Old man, how much does it cost to see the goods now?" the underworld asked with his legs on the chair and a cigarette in his mouth.

"400 million!"

Although the underworld doesn't look like a serious person, the cash checks are written very neatly. Zhou Xiru was a little surprised that there was someone checking the cash checks on Wang Houzi's side.

"Can I see the goods?" the underworld asked.

"Uncle, who is this person?" Zhou Xiru asked in a low voice.

On a rare occasion, Ma Jie shook his head and said in a low voice, "I don't know."

"Sir, please look at the goods!" Cao Tianxiang said, and was about to turn the hourglass around.

"Wait!" The underworld said with a smile, "Curator Cao, an unscrupulous young man like me can barely understand a few big characters, how can he understand antiques?"

As he spoke, he turned around and walked down, helping an old lady with silver hair onto the stage.

"Grandma, just look around. Money is fine. I will make money for your grandson." This unscrupulous young man in the underworld respects the old lady very much.

The old lady nodded, sat down on the chair, and said to Cao Tianxiang: "Boy Cao, show me the things."

Cao Tianxiang turned over the hourglass directly, and the old lady took out the vase from the brocade box and began to inspect it seriously...

"Ah Ru, does this old lady look very powerful?" Xu Zhijie said in a low voice.

"The old lady's husband's surname was Cao in the early years, and she is Cao Tianxiang's aunt." Ma Jie said in a low voice, "She had a falling out with the Cao family, and when she divorced, she left the house without leaving the house, and only took her with her. babies who are still in their infancy.”