Zhang Manguo's expression was overflowing, and he still had palpitations when he recalled the picture he had just experienced in the business car, as if he had just experienced a thrilling catastrophe.

Rewind the clock to twenty minutes ago.

Zhang Manguo was invited to a high-end black business car, and the two people in the carriage made Zhang Manguo a little uncomfortable, one was the bald Chang Yu and the other was the treasure master Hong Chaoyang.

Chang Yu lit a cigar to himself, raised his hand and threw a stack of contract books on the table.

Zhang Manguo's face was stunned: "Mr. Chang, what is this ......?"

"Boss Zhang, don't you know what we think? This is Shen Qiu's contract, and I'm going to trouble you to work hard when I go back......"

"Mr. Chang, I can't be the master of Shen Qiu's matter, you also know Shen Qiu's temper, you also saw it the day before yesterday...... There's really nothing I can do......"

Chang Yu touched his Cen Liang's head and said, "Mr. Zhang, don't be in a hurry to refuse, Master Hong will let you help appreciate something first, and then you will ......make a decision."

As he spoke, he saw Hong Chaoyang take out a brown purple clay pot from his arms and put it in front of Zhang Manguo, this purple sand pot is a good thing at first glance, about the size of a palm, the whole body of the pot is integrated, and the golden font in the middle outlines a scribbled "Zen".

"Don't joke about it, Master Hong is the treasure master of Jiangcheng, how can I be qualified to point fingers in front of his old man, so that I can't make ......"

Chang Yu was silent, the corners of his mouth turned up, Zhang Manguo immediately noticed that the atmosphere was wrong, and hurriedly greeted the smiling face: "Okay, good, don't laugh at my level of treasure appreciation, I'll talk about my foolish opinion......"

Zhang Manguo habitually took out a pair of gloves from his pocket, and as soon as he put on the gloves, he clearly felt a sharp breath burst out from the body of the brown purple clay pot, and instantly felt as if he had touched a cold and biting ice cube, and his heartstrings tightened instantly.

Hong Chaoyang pointed to the Zen purple clay pot and said: "Boss Zhang, this pot was brought back from the United States just a few days ago, and it was given to me by an old friend of mine, can you tell me first if this pot is real?"

"Really, really! Definitely genuine! This kind of purple clay pot can be seen to be genuine just by looking at the rounded outline and exquisite workmanship on its surface! How can the purple clay pot brought back by Master Hong be fake?"

"Look at the age of this pot again?"

Zhang Man's heart shrank, his hands stroked around the purple clay pot, and found a piece of money at the bottom of the purple sand pot: "The money on this pot is in the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty, so it should have a history of more than two hundred years......

Zhang Manguo is also a person who has seen the world, I don't know why, while answering Hong Chaoyang's questions, he always feels extremely nervous in his heart, and his heartbeat is speeding up, sitting opposite Hong Chaoyang, he always feels that there is an invisible pressure sweeping over, and he is almost out of breath.

"Boss Zhang, can you see which master's masterpiece this pot is?"

"This ......" Zhang Manguo began to panic inexplicably, he raised his hand to look at the Zen purple clay pot, and only saw the payment of the production time at the bottom of the pot, but did not find which master left the work.

From the integrated brown body of the pot and the font imprint on the purple sand pot, this kind of production level can definitely be ranked in the top ten in the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty, and the purple sand pot makers of the Qing Dynasty went back and forth to a few famous masters.

Chen Mingyuan, Yang Pengnian, Shao Daheng, Hui Mengchen, Chen Mansheng......

Sweatdrops the size of soybeans gradually overflowed on Zhang Manguo's forehead, and he was in a stalemate for a few minutes, and he didn't see which purple clay pot master this was.

The corners of Hong Chaoyang's mouth rose and sneered: "Hmph, Boss Zhang, you are also an antique boss in Jiangcheng, why can't you even see the origin of this purple clay pot?

"Chen Mansheng! It should be the work of Chen Mansheng's master!" Zhang Manguo's eyes suddenly lit up, and he saw an inconspicuous mark engraved on the ring of the purple clay pot, the mark of a butterfly with wings!

"If I'm not mistaken!!This mark is precisely Master Chen Mansheng's seal!" Hong Chaoyang pointed to the mark on the body of the pot and said, "This is Master Chen's most effective seal!"

"Hahahaha...... Hahaha......"

Hearing Zhang Manguo's conclusion, Hong Chaoyang and Chang Yu raised their heads and let out a series of long laughs, and the sound was deafening and resounded throughout the carriage.

"Boss Zhang, are you sure this is Chen Mansheng's work?" Hong Chaoyang held the purple clay pot in the palm of his hand and questioned Zhang Manguo in a countervail.

This question Zhang Manguo's mood was even more nervous, his facial features condensed into a ball, his face was red and his ears were red for a while, and the green tendons on his forehead almost burst out: "Could it be ...... Isn't that be?"

"Boss Zhang, because you have been in the antique world for so long, you can conclude that it is the work of Master Chen Mansheng just by the imprint of a butterfly?

"Pinholes?" Zhang Manguo's heart tightened, and he followed the place indicated by the other party, and sure enough, he saw that there were some dense pinholes in the place where the purple clay pot was connected.

"Boss Zhang, if there is a pinhole, it means that the environment of this pot firing is complicated, and it cannot reach the super high realm of master firing, and it is impossible for Chen Mansheng to have a purple clay pot of this color in his hand!"

"In addition, the inscription of this pot is in the Qianlong period, which means that its real body is in the Qing Dynasty? As far as I know, the style of incorporating Zen lace into the mouth of the pot is popular from the Republic of China era, that is to say, this lace Zen style could not have appeared before the Republic of China!"

Hong Chaoyang pointed to the edge of the purple clay pot and said: "Boss Zhang, hasn't you seen the true body of this purple clay pot? In fact, this is a fake purple clay pot! A pot imitated by the Qing Dynasty in the Republic of China! Can't you see such an obvious flaw Zhang Manguo? It's ridiculous!"

"Poof!"

Hong Chaoyang's repeated questioning made Zhang Man's heart become a mess, and he suddenly felt that his blood pressure soared instantly, and he involuntarily opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of old blood, and then felt that the cold qi given by the purple clay pot was close to his throat, and his breathing became more and more rapid, as if he was about to suffocate in an instant.

"I ...... I...... I was convinced!I learned Master Hong's extraordinary ability!" Zhang Manguo was so frightened that he hurriedly got up and opened his mouth to give in to Hong Chaoyang.

In just a few minutes, Zhang Manguo saw the terrifying power of this Hong Chaoyang, although it was just an appreciation of a Zen purple clay pot, Zhang Manguo felt the murderous aura of the other party, no wonder people want to call him the Slaughter Fortune Inspector, this person's strength is indeed terrifying, and confronting him can really kill people!

"Boss Zhang, it's good if you understand......" Chang Yu came up and stuffed the contract back into Zhang Manguo's hand: "Shen Qiu doesn't know how to lift, you are a person who has come over, sometimes it is appropriate to enlighten Shen Qiu, young people are reckless and confused, it is understandable, let Shen Qiu sign the contract, we are all happy, lest everyone be unhappy in the end, hehe......"

Hong Chaoyang said bluntly: "Go back and bring a message to Shen Qiu, if he still doesn't know what to do, then don't blame me Hong Chaoyang for cleaning up the portal for the Jiangcheng antique world, what my pair of treasure golden pupils are best at is fighting fakes and destroying fakes!"

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After Zhang Manguo finished telling what happened to him in the carriage, he unconsciously soaked all over his body, grabbed Shen Qiu's wrist again and said: "Shen Qiu, I beg you! Sign this contract! This Hong Chaoyang is too terrifying! You didn't confront him! This feeling is simply terrifying!"

Shen Qiu took the contract from Zhang Manguo's hand and looked at the dim starry sky in the distance: "Uncle Zhang, they are killing chickens and making an example of monkeys, but I, Shen Qiu, don't eat this set! I can't bend down when I learn hard! I want to touch this Hong Chaoyang!"

Puff puff!

Shen Qiu competently tore up all the contracts in his hand: "Uncle Zhang, don't be afraid! I have written down this hatred, next time I will take you to recover this debt with principal and interest! As for that Hong Chaoyang, I will be with Shen Qiu to the end!"

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