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The eyes of several people were full of suspicion and contempt.

In the antique industry, just like the traditional Chinese medicine industry, the older you get, the smarter you become.

Generally speaking, one can become a master by being fooled countless times and slowly accumulating experience before reaching that height.

Among the collectors present, which one has not stumbled countless times and still cannot touch the threshold?

The so-called dozen or so collectors are most likely to be arty and have squeezed into this circle to show their identity.

Most of these old men are old men from some big families in the provincial capital.

They left the family property to their descendants, and when they had nothing to do, they began to tinker with antiques, calligraphy and paintings, euphemistically called cultivating sentiments.

Pi Yangyang naturally felt their strange looks.

But he didn't take it seriously because he was used to it.

"Master Wang is too humble. Who doesn't know that you are a sharp eye in the industry? Even if a young boy knows a little, he can't be compared with Master Wang, right?"

The old man with the magnifying glass hanging on his chest is called Chen Hanlin. The Chen family is in the provincial capital and is considered one of the top ten families.

After he glanced at Pi Yangyang, he looked disdainful.

Wang Xingyuan said with some embarrassment: "Mr. Chen, you are over-praising me. Mr. Pi's eyesight... I am really ashamed of myself."

Chen Hanlin smiled "haha" and said, "No matter what, I only believe in Master Wang."

Pi Yangyang didn't care whether they believed it or not.

The reason why he was willing to attend this appreciation meeting was to try his luck and see if he could encounter another antique with spiritual energy.

But as he glanced around, he couldn't help but feel secretly disappointed.

Although there were a few genuine items among them, the spiritual energy contained in them was too thin, and they were completely worthless to him.

"Everyone, take a look at my square inkstone. I bought it for two million at an antique auction in Beijing a few days ago. Please taste it and see if it is worth the money!"

Chen Hanlin had no interest in Pi Yangyang at all. Instead, he came to a display cabinet, picked up a black inkstone, and said excitedly.

"Oh, Mr. Chen is really generous! No wonder I didn't see anyone a while ago, but it turned out that he went to the capital to hunt for treasures in a low voice."

Zhu Chengjin immediately walked over with gleaming eyes and stared at the inkstone in Chen Hanlin's hand.

"This square inkstone was used by the last emperor! It is a real palace collection and is very rare..."

When Chen Hanlin saw that his success had attracted everyone's attention, he proudly boasted about himself.

Zhu Chengjin said excitedly: "Mr. Chen, can you watch and learn?"

Chen Hanlin said: "Director Zhu wants to see it, of course there is no problem, but Director Zhu, please be careful, I spent two million to buy this..."

Zhu Chengjin solemnly took out a pair of gloves and put them on, and then carefully took the inkstone.

"Oh, good stuff, really good stuff! It looks like an old thing, it's been a few years..."

Zhu Chengjin just took a cursory glance and said with praise.

Pi Yangyang couldn't help but smile, shook his head indifferently, and casually walked to a display cabinet to look at it.

"Hey, since Director Zhu said this thing is a good thing, he must be right. Old Chen, you have found a real treasure..."

Hearing Zhu Chengjin say this, someone immediately cast envious glances.

These people buy a lot of things, but it is rare for them to find a genuine item in a year.

So as long as someone finds a genuine product, they will be envious.

"Well, I estimate that this square inkstone is definitely worth more than two million..."

Zhu Chengjin couldn't bear to put it down, and sighed in admiration.

Chen Hanlin said in surprise: "Director Zhu... are you sure?"

Zhu Chengjin rolled his eyes, looked at Pi Yangyang not far away, and said, "Didn't Master Wang say that Mr. Pi has very good eyesight? Let him take a look and he will know if I have a blind eye."

Chen Hanlin looked at Pi Yangyang suspiciously and said disdainfully: "Is he... okay?"

Pi Yangyang originally didn't want to get involved in their affairs, but he was a man. The last thing a man wants to hear are these words: Are you okay?

He didn't even turn around, and said calmly: "Don't look at it. This inkstone... only costs about a hundred yuan. If you put it at home, it can be used as an ornamental object..."

Hearing Pi Yangyang's words, everyone was stunned for a moment.

Immediately, Chen Hanlin laughed "haha" and said: "Young man, Master Wang praises you so much. I really thought you had some ability, but I didn't expect that you are just talking nonsense."

Pi Yangyang turned around, walked over slowly, glanced at the inkstone in Zhu Chengjin's hand, and said, "The workmanship is quite good. The patterns were carved by hand. It is indeed an old pit inkstone. Unfortunately... it just left the factory."

"It just left the factory not long ago?" someone exclaimed, "What does he mean? Does he mean that this inkstone is a modern handicraft?"

"No way, look at the pattern, color, and patina, they don't look like modern handicrafts!"

"Mr. Chen is right, this young man is just talking nonsense..."

"Yes, Mr. Chen came back from the auction through formal channels. How could it be a handicraft?"

Chen Hanlin also laughed when he heard these comments.

He turned around and picked up a document bag from the display cabinet, took out a plastic appraisal certificate from the middle, and held it high.

He said proudly: "Everyone, please see, this is the certificate given by the Appraisal Center of the Capital Antiques Association, proving that this square inkstone was indeed used by the last emperor..."

Everyone looked at the certificate in his hand and saw that the red seal on it was very clear. They nodded and said, "Let me tell you, how could a cautious person like Mr. Chen spend two million to buy a handicraft?"

After Chen Hanlin finished speaking, he stared at Pi Yangyang proudly, meaning do you have anything else to say.

Pi Yangyang smiled softly and shook his head slightly, "An inkstone can be faked, so what can't be faked in a certificate? As for the big red seal, I can carve it out with a carrot..."

As soon as these words came out, the whole place was in an uproar.

Pi Yangyang's statement completely subverted the perceptions of these enthusiastic collectors.

"It's really ridiculous. This is a certificate issued by an authoritative organization, and you actually say it's fake?"

Zhu Chengjin's voice was solemn, as if an elder was lecturing a junior.

"Believe it or not. Anyway, it's not me who spent two million dollars..."

Pi Yangyang spread his hands, he had no intention of arguing with these old men.

Chen Hanlin was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

He actually became a big enemy?

"Young man, don't think that just because Master Wang introduced you, you can talk nonsense..."

Zhu Chengjin said angrily.

Wang Xingyuan was discussing the token with Luo Xiaoran and had not paid attention to this side.

At this time, he suddenly heard Zhu Chengjin's somewhat angry voice and looked over in surprise.

"what happened?"

He understood at a glance that Pi Yangyang had a conflict with these people, so he hurried over.

"Master Wang, I don't know why you admire this young man so much! I think he just talks nonsense and doesn't know how to pretend to understand..."

Chen Hanlin was very angry.

He is a person who cares about face very much. How can he swallow it when Pi Yangyang calls him a big injustice to his face?

If it weren't for the fact that Pi Yangyang was introduced by Wang Xingyuan, he would have turned against him long ago.

Wang Xingyuan asked in surprise: "Mr. Chen, what made you so angry?"

Zhu Chengjin rushed to say: "Mr. Chen spent two million to take a picture of an ancient inkstone in the capital. But this young man actually said that it was a handicraft and was only worth a hundred yuan..."

Wang Xingyuan's eyes flickered, he said "Oh" and looked at the inkstone in Zhu Chengjin's hand, "Is this the one?"

As he spoke, he put on his gloves and took them from Zhu Chengjin's hand.

"Hmph, if Master Wang identifies it as genuine, you must apologize to Mr. Chen!"

Zhu Chengjin stared at Pi Yangyang and said coldly.

Pi Yangyang looked indifferent and didn't care at all.

Wang Xingyuan took out the inkstone, took out a magnifying glass, and carefully looked at every corner of the inkstone.

Everyone looked at his expression nervously, trying to tell whether the Fang Inkstone was genuine or fake from his expression.

But after Wang Xingyuan watched for a moment, he shook his head and nodded, his brows sometimes frowning and sometimes relaxing. No one was sure what kind of judgment he would make.

After more than ten minutes, Wang Xingyuan put down the magnifying glass in his hand and breathed a sigh of relief.

"How about it?"

Zhu Chengjin was even more nervous than Chen Hanlin and asked immediately.

"Mr. Pi was right, it's a fake!"