Chapter Ninety-Eight: Gambling

In fact, it can't be blamed that Zhao Defa, a billionaire, is so nervous. After all, these two palm-sized cups aren't cheap.

In April 1999, that is, last year, at the auction of Chinese cultural relics and artworks held by Sotheby's in Hong Kong, a well-preserved Ming Dynasty Chenghua Doucai Chicken Bowl Cup was auctioned at a sky-high price of 29.17 million Hong Kong dollars, becoming the highest transaction record of ancient Chinese porcelain in the auction market at that time.

At the current exchange rate of Hong Kong dollars to RMB, nearly 30 million Hong Kong dollars are converted into RMB and nearly 24 million!

Although the price of the items sold at auction may be a little inflated, the market price of a chicken bowl cup exceeds 20 million, which is not too much at all. What's more, it's not just a pair here.

You must know that in the antique industry, the value of pairs and sets of antiques is not as simple as one plus one equals two, but equal to three, equal to four, or even higher value. This also means that if this pair of Ming Chenghua chicken cups is real, and he Zhao Defa wants to buy it, then it is possible to come up with at least 60 million, or even a higher price.

With such a large sum of money, even with Zhao Defa's current net worth, he can't be cautious. After all, Huatai Group, which has assets of nearly 10 billion, is not his alone.

Therefore, if he can't hear a positive answer from Li Lao's mouth, then he is naturally unwilling to give up this money lightly.

Looking at the tangled look on Zhao Defa's face, the cautious Li Lao shook his head slightly, and said with a complicated expression: "Boss Zhao, although I can't find anything wrong with this pair of cups, I always feel that something is wrong." After a pause, he sighed, "Maybe my appraisal level is not good!"

"Don't say that, otherwise, in the future, how can I have the face for you to come and identify things for me!" Zhao Defa hurriedly said.

At this time, Fujita Ichiro, who was sitting on the side, and the middle-aged man surnamed Wang looked at each other with strange expressions, and the latter stood up and said, "Mr. Zhao, this pair of chicken bowl cups is Mr. Fujita's heirloom and an absolute Ming Dynasty porcelain treasure." If it weren't for Mr. Fujita's troubles in business, he would never have sold it. Therefore, we hope that Mr. Zhao will pay attention to it, and if you don't want to buy this pair of porcelain treasures, artistic treasures, then we don't force it, and I believe that other collectors in China will not miss them!"

Hearing this, before Zhao Defa could speak, Li Yuncong, who was sitting next to Liu Dong, said in an angry tone: "What kind of big-tailed wolf! Moreover, as a Chinese, he actually said this without blushing, which is really a shame for our descendants of Yanhuang!"

Although Li Yuncong's words were not high, they were enough for all the people sitting here to hear clearly.

"Bastard, what did you say?"

After listening to Li Yuncong's words, the middle-aged man surnamed Wang scolded with an angry face.

At this time, Liu Dong, who had also looked at them unpleasantly for a long time, also stood up and said: "What? Did he say wrong just now? As long as he is a Chinese, he knows that this thing is Chinese." I didn't expect that in your mouth, it actually became the heirloom of this oriental devil, I now doubt whether you are Chinese, such an idiot, you can actually say it!"

During the history of the Republic of China, in addition to Taiwan and Northeast China, Shandong Province was the most severely poisoned by the Japanese, Jinan Massacre, Jinxiang Massacre, Wuzhai Mountain Massacre, etc., in this series of massacres thousands of Shandong people died. Although half a century has passed since World War II, this kind of bitter hatred is still deeply engraved in the bones of Shandong people, basically nine and a half out of ten Shandong people have no good impression of the Japanese, and Liu Dong is naturally no exception.

"Haha, what Brother Liu said is so right!"

Listening to Li Yuncong's somewhat arrogant laughter, Li Lao couldn't help but smile and shook his head, and didn't make a sound to stop it. And Zhao Defa, who had long been dissatisfied with the arrogance of the middle-aged man surnamed Wang, also stood aside and didn't say anything. At the beginning, if he hadn't thought about buying back China's lost national treasures from the hands of the Japanese, he would have driven these two arrogant guys out a long time ago.

"You, you ......!" The middle-aged man surnamed Wang turned purple with anger at Liu Dong's words, and pointed at Liu Dong with his right index finger, and he didn't know how to refute it for a while.

"What are you, hurry up and get out of here with this pair of broken cups and your Japanese master. TMD, a Chinese actually followed the Japanese devil and deceived his compatriots with fakes!" Liu Dong's poisonous tongue Cheng dù is no worse than others.

After listening to his words, a trace of horror flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged man surnamed Wang, and he forgot to refute Liu Dong for a while.

"Baga! Chinese, you said that this pair of fighting chicken cups is fake, do you have any evidence?" At this moment, Fujita Ichiro suddenly asked in a straight Chinese dialect.

"Shout, it turns out that you can speak Chinese! Sample, you pretended to be quite similar just now!" Liu Dong sneered.

Hearing his words, a trace of regret flashed across Fujita's face. I heard Liu Dong say that this pair of chicken cups was fake just now, but he was in a hurry, and he forgot about his plan with Wang Zhao before. By the time I came back to my senses now, it was already flooded.

At this time, Wang Zhao's face also showed a panicked look, although it disappeared quickly, it still fell into Liu Dong's eyes.

"Mr. Fujita often comes to China for business, so it is not surprising that he can speak Chinese. In addition, don't think about diverting the topic, boy, just now you said that Mr. Fujita's pair of Doucai chicken bowl cups are fake, do you have any evidence? Don't talk big, right?" Wang Zhao said sarcastically.

Hearing this, Liu Dong smiled coldly and said, "Since I said that it was a fake, I naturally have a certainty in my heart. After a pause, Liu Dong glanced at the faces of the two with a mocking gaze, and said slowly: "However, I want to make a bet with Mr. Fujita, I don't know if Mr. Fujita dare?"

After listening to his words, Fujita Ichiro looked at the unusually young Chinese in front of him with some surprise, and he naturally knew in his heart the reality of the cup, "Could he really see it?"

"Xiaodong, this pair of chicken bowl cups is fake, where did you see it?" At this time, Li Lao, who knew Liu Dong's identification level the most among all the people here, couldn't help but ask.

"Yes, Brother Liu, how do you know that this pair of cups is fake?" Zhao Defa also asked with a puzzled face. He really didn't believe that Liu Dong, a hairy boy, could be more than an old man Li who had been immersed in this way for half his life in porcelain identification.

To be honest, even Li Yuncong, who is the most upright Liu Dong here, is not optimistic, Liu Dong can really identify this pair of Ming Chenghua Doucai Chicken Bowl Cup.

"Elder Li, Boss Zhao, let me sell it this time, and you will all know it later!" Liu Dong, who has practiced martial arts since he was a child and has strange abilities, after concluding that they are fakes, it is easier to find fault than Elder Li.

"Mr. Fujita, bet with him, your pair of Chenghua Doucai Chicken Bowl Cups are genuine. And I don't believe how high his level of appraisal is!" Wang Zhao said.

Hearing this, Fujita Ichiro's eyes lit up, Wang Zhao's words reminded him that an experienced appraisal master like Li Lao just now didn't see the problem with his pair of cups, and he didn't believe that Liu Dong's level of a hairy boy could be high.

"Okay, I can agree to your request, how do you want to bet?" Fujita Ichiro said loudly.

Hearing his words, Li Lao, who was standing on the side, couldn't help but say with a worried face: "Xiaodong, you must not be rash!"

Hearing this, Liu Dong smiled and comforted: "Don't worry, Old Li! I have a sense of proportion! I won't mess around!"

Looking at the determined expression on his face, Li Renfang knew that things were irrevocable, so he had to sigh and retreat slightly, he now regretted bringing Liu Dong over today.

However, compared to Li Lao, Li Yuncong, who was standing behind Liu Dong at the moment, was more confident in Liu Dong, because he saw with his own eyes yesterday how Liu Dong was stiff from Han Lei's hands at the gambling table.

Now seeing that Liu Dong actually took the initiative to bet with this Japanese again, it should naturally be a win.

However, Liu Dong naturally didn't know what he was thinking, "I saw a painting in your suitcase just now, I think it should be an antique! If I lose, then I'll give you the same amount of money at the market price of the painting, what do you think?"

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