Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Game Begins
After ten years, everyone finally laughed enough, so they were idle and told Fan Xiaoyan that the purple clay pot was fake and the matter of this Tianxian Bureau, thinking that Fan Xiaoyan would make fun of Jenny An's stupidity like everyone else, but she didn't expect Fan Xiaoyan to just be stunned for a moment, and then ran back to the lounge in a hurry, and quickly picked up the fake purple clay pot, and carefully observed it from top to bottom, from the inside to the outside, and refused to let go of even a thin line.
Ten minutes passed, twenty minutes passed, thirty minutes passedγγγγγ Sixty minutes have passed, and she is still studying this imitation of the purple clay pot: "It is incredible that an imitation can be sold at such a sky-high price." β
When Fan Xiaoyan gave full play to her unique money-worshipping personality, she didn't realize at all that her behavior had scared Situ Yifan and Xiang Po. made these two men can't help but cast amazed glances at her more than once.
"Uncle Hu, this purple clay pot is an imitation, I know." Su Ya asked suspiciously, "But which dynasty is this genuine product from?" Is it worth the high price you have to compete for? β
Although she had known that it was an imitation, Su Ya didn't know what kind of price this genuine product was.
"The genuine product is from the hands of a famous craftsman in the Li Dynasty, and it has a history of more than 700 years." Xiang Po explained: "Because this famous craftsman specializes in making celadon ware, there are very few works of purple clay pots, but all the works he produces, the handiwork is excellent." However, his only authentic purple clay pots fell into the hands of different nobles as early as after his death, and one or two were exhibited later. So when I saw this beautiful replica, I thought it was the real thing. β
Because Xiang Po's grandfather also studied antiques, he also got involved in antiques.
"Well, if it's genuine, I'm afraid it's more than that." An leisurely nodded thoughtfully, and the corners of her mouth inadvertently outlined a smile: "No wonder Jenny Ann spent so much effort to get it." β
Jenny An, Jenny An, since you are determined to win, I am just helping you, and you also found the reporter yourself. When the time comes, don't blame me. (An leisurely inner evil monologue.) οΌ
"Uncle Hu's handiwork is so good, such a perfect imitation, it is amazing! Hey, how many years does it take to study this to have such exquisite kung fu! Just when everyone was still discussing other topics, Fan Xiaoyan muttered to herself as if no one was around: "I knew that I wouldn't have a 'flower marriage', and I would go to worship Uncle Hu as a teacher, maybe I would have made a fortune with this imitation!" β
Hearing this, both Situ Yifan and Xiang Po couldn't help but turn their heads to observe Fan Xiaoyan, their faces twitching - this woman's brain... What the hell are you thinking?
And although An Youran and Su Ya were not surprised, they only felt ashamed of her behavior, and they couldn't wait to find a hole to bury Fan Xiaoyan, so that she would continue to be embarrassed.
"No, it's not too late to apprentice with Uncle Hu." Fan Xiaoyan suddenly put down the purple clay pot and stood up with a bang, which immediately frightened everyone. She faced Fan Xiaoyan and Su Ya, who were stunned for an instant, with a serious face, as if she had made a very important decision, and said in a serious tone: "Leisurely, Xiaoya, the 'flower marriage' will be handed over to you for the time being." When I return from my studies and make a lot of money making imitations, I will definitely not forget you! β
There are weirdos every year, and there are a lot of them this year, all of which are headed by Fan Xiaoyan.
As soon as the words fell, Fan Xiaoyan didn't wait for An Youran and Su Ya to respond, and rushed out of the lounge like an arrow.
'Bang', the door of the lounge was opened forcefully, and then quickly rebounded back by itself, but I don't know if it was because Fan Xiaoyan used too much force, the door was not locked, but the third rebound opened. So the door to the lounge was opened to allow the next person to stand, so that everyone could see outside.
Ou Wanwan, who originally went out to look for Fan Xiaoyan, ran back at this time, sweating and panting, after she saw Fan Xiaoyan who was rushing out vigorously, her eyes immediately lit up, and she hurriedly stepped forward to hug her thighs, crying with joy on her face: "Sister Yan, Sister Yan, I finally found you, I finally found you!" β
After hearing this, it is not difficult to guess that Ou Wanwan went out to find Fan Xiaoyan and found it nowγγγγγγ
"Let go of me, let go of me!" Fan Xiaoyan desperately wanted to let go of the hand holding her thigh, but Ou Wanwan hugged it too tightly, and she couldn't shake it off if she wanted to. The two had to keep entangled: "Damn, let me go, I'm going to apprentice!" β
It can only be said that both of these people are superbγγγγγ The best of the best.
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The brain teaser race is in full swing, but the state of the race is a bit unexpected---
"What's the name of the terrorist's mother?"
"The horror denominator." An elite executive who claims to be a fashion store is struggling to find an answer, and a childish child's voice rushes ahead to answer.
"Team Per got it right!" The host shouted, and then said: "Next question, Fan Xiaoyan saw a 100 yuan card on the street, why did she walk by in diameter but didn't pick it up?" β
"I know, I know!" While everyone was still pondering, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy rushed forward and raised his hand: "Because it's a toy money to play Monopoly!" I happened to actually see this on the street last time. β
"Team Per got it right!" The moderator announced.
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Seven of the ten questions were answered by junior high school students who were flexible and in the period of development, and those middle-aged and elderly people did not need to be relied on, and the group of middle-aged people who claimed to be the elite directors of fashion stores finally answered three of them. made the whole scene have an unexpected reversal. If Jenny Ann saw this scene here, she would probably be so angry that she vomited blood.
At the same time, An Youran also had to ask someone to tell those children not to answer the questions anymore, otherwise this imitation would have to let Xiang Po win, and her hard work would be in vain.
After about fifteen minutes, the scene was finally brought under control, and now the whole scene was less sound than many children, especially the children who were very active just now, who did not see them appearing, and guessed that they ran away in groups to play because they knew that they did not need to participate.
In this venue, the nimble 'little elite' is gone, so it's the turn of the adults to be active.
Although someone always has to guess a few times and answer a few times incorrectly every time you answer a question, and the word that appears the most is "hint". But it went well.
I have to say that brain teasers are children's specialty.
"Leisurely girl, do you think if these children continue to answer, will it be Po's team of 'old and weak women and children' who won?" Situ Yifan naturally put his arm on An Youran's shoulder and asked with interest.
(PS: The title of leisurely girl, Situ Yifan will call it on certain occasions, such as in front of familiar people, or when there are only two of them, etc.) οΌ
"Hey, brother, talk nicely." Hearing this, Xiang Po took the first step and stretched out his fist, and slapped Situ Yifan's chest very dissatisfied: "What 'old and weak women and children', you are also on the same front as me." β
"Hey, hey." Situ Yifan scratched his head in disdain, and the corners of his mouth were unconcealable smiles.
"Just keep an eye on the field. I'll go to work on something else first. An Youran didn't have the temperament to deal with these two people, and observed the scene that gradually stabilized, and felt that it was nothing to do with her, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and strode back to the lounge without looking back.