Mo Yuqi is very strange, Qin Yu is a master of the quasi-heaven and human realm, how could he be pulled by two ordinary people? What makes Mo Yuqi even more incomprehensible is how Qin Yu could let the heart-nourishing wooden box fall to the ground?

Qin Yu was not nervous at all, the heart cultivation tree was the heart of the plane tree that the phoenix inhabited when it was in Nirvana, it was extremely strong, even if he shot with a firearm, he couldn't leave any scars!

Even, it was Qin Yu who deliberately threw the box of the heart nourishing wood on the ground, and at the same time as dropping the box, Qin Yu applied a true yuan to the box, and this true yuan shattered the purple clay pot!

Of course, Qin Yu used just the right amount of power, only shattering the body of the purple clay pot, not the bottom of the purple clay pot.

Qin Yu and Smith exclaimed at the same time, and at the same time pounced on the box on the ground!

Seeing this scene, Wang Chao's eyes lit up, and he once again found a way to curry favor with Smith! Wang Chao hugged Qin Yu's arm and shouted, "Mr. Smith, I'm hugging him, hurry up and pick up your box." ”

Although he couldn't understand what Wang Chao was shouting, Smith still handed Wang Chao a grateful look, and Smith grabbed the wooden box and kept patting the dust on the wooden box.

Whew, fortunately, this wooden box was not broken!

If Qin Yu doesn't want to be pulled by Wang Chao, even ten Wang Chao can't pull him, what Qin Yu wants is to let Smith touch the wooden box first, so that he can touch the porcelain!

Seeing that there was no problem with the appearance of the box, Smith opened the wooden box and wanted to return Qin Yu's purple clay pot to Qin Yu, but as soon as he opened the wooden box, Smith's eyes widened, and he looked at the inside of the wooden box stupidly and couldn't say a word!

Your sister, this is too exaggerated, isn't it? The whole body of the purple clay pot was shattered into slag, and only the bottom of the pot was intact!

Seeing this scene, a sneer appeared on the corner of Qin Yu's mouth, Old Maozi, Brother will kill you today! Qin Yu let out a shout like killing a pig: "Oh my God! The whole damn old Maozi smashed my precious purple clay pot! This is the work of Shi Dabin, the master of pot making in the Ming Dynasty!"

"Fuck you! Your purple clay pot is clearly a fake bought from this stall! Don't try to slander people!" the little translator hurriedly shouted.

Qin Yu seemed to be mad, he exerted his strength violently, shook his arm, shook Wang Chao away, and then pounced on Smith: "Old Maozi, you broke my purple clay pot!

"Let go of me!" Smith shouted at Qin Yu!

"Lao Maozi, if you don't compensate my purple clay pot today, you won't be able to go anywhere!"

"What did he say?" Smith couldn't understand Qin Yu's words, and quickly turned his head to look at his translator.

"Mr. Smith, he wants you to compensate his purple clay pot, he said that his purple clay pot is an antique, the work of Shi Dabin, the master of the Ming Dynasty!"

"Nonsense! This is clearly a fake, I am an antique appraiser at the Louvre Museum in France, if this purple clay pot is really an antique, I can't see it?" Smith snorted coldly.

"It's all clear to me, Mr. Smith is an antique appraiser at the Louvre Museum in France, don't be unreasonable! Let go of Mr. Smith!" The little translator tore Qin Yu hard, wanting to perform well in front of Smith, but unfortunately, how could he drag Qin Yu?

"The antique appraiser at the Louvre Museum in France is at this level? Can't even identify antiques? It's clearly an imposter who came out of nowhere!" Mo Yuqi said with a disdainful face.

The little translator hurriedly translated Mo Yuqi's words, and Smith was furious: "Okay! Since you want to slander people, I will convince you today, I will seriously identify this purple clay pot!"

After speaking, Smith carefully looked at the bottom of the purple clay pot, and after seeing Dabin's signature at the bottom of the pot, Smith shook his head!

Suddenly, there was a cool air on the top of Smith's head! He couldn't even take care of the heart-nourishing wood in his hand! With a click, the heart-nourishing wooden box fell to the ground, and Smith held the bottom of the purple clay pot with trembling hands, unable to say a word for a long time!

"This ...... This is really a purple clay pot from the Ming Dynasty! It was written by the famous teacher Shi Dabin......! Why didn't I just find it? Oh my God, how could this heirloom and this national treasure be destroyed in my hands?"

Smith burst into tears and fell to his knees with a pop! Smith's remorseful suicide heart is gone!

Smith's performance shocked his eyeballs, Mo Yuqi blinked his beautiful big eyes, and his face was confused, even if Shi Dabin's purple clay pot was precious, it couldn't compare to one ten-thousandth of the heart tree, why couldn't he even take care of the heart tree?

Seeing Mo Yuqi's doubts, Qin Yu sent a message to Mo Yuqi: "Where can foreigners see the heart tree? He just feels that this wood is good, it should be an ancient object, in his mind, the box of heart wood is an ordinary antique, worth 1.8 million yuan." And Shi Dabin's purple clay pot has a price of more than 10 million, so it's strange that he is not sad. ”

Mo Yuqi shook his head gently, feeling sorry for this poor Mr. Smith!

"Mr. Smith, what's wrong with you? This is clearly a fake!" the little translator looked at Smith with a confused expression.

"This is not a fake! This is a national treasure-level antique! Mr. Shi Dabin has no more than ten purple clay pots! No more than three purple clay pots with signatures! Such a rare treasure has actually been smashed by me!" Smith almost hates himself to death! If there is a ball of cotton in front of him, he will definitely die headlong!

"This ......" the little translator was confused.

Qin Yu could understand English, but he pretended not to understand and said, "What does this old man say?

The little translator hurriedly translated Qin Yu's words.

Smith is like being drained of his soul, he likes Chinese civilization very much, and whenever he has time, he comes to Huaxia Panjiayuan to pick up leaks, and with his strong professionalism, he often has good objects in his account.

However, the good things that Smith has recorded are at most at the million level, and there have never been tens of millions of things!

Unexpectedly, today I actually destroyed a 10 million-level antique with my own hands!

"Tell this gentleman that I am willing to buy the bottom of this pot for 10 million!"

One...... 10 million? The corners of the little translator's mouth kept twitching, and he felt that the whole world was not good! A broken pot bottom, this old man was actually willing to give up 10 million?

The little translator hurriedly translated Smith's words, and when he heard his words, the surrounding stall owners were all confused!

Huang Yanli felt that her brain was about to explode! Others don't know, but she does, she saw her father splicing this purple clay pot together!

It's just such a spliced purple clay pot, this boss actually cheated Lao Maozi 10 million? Daddy! You can splice a few more of these purple clay pots for me!