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Especially after Fang Bo saw the green and transparent jade ring hanging on the platinum diamond necklace on the young man's neck, his expression suddenly became strange, and he even turned his head to look at the young man several times.

"Wait, Xiao Wang, what's the name of the boss of Zangbaozhai?"

"Is it called Song Shuyun? Domestic treasure appraisal..."

Fang Bo's face suddenly changed, and then he snorted coldly.

Wang Xueming thought that Xiao Song's attitude just now annoyed Fang Bo, so he quickly changed the topic, reached out to take out a cigar for himself, and then took out another one and handed it to Fang Bo. Fang Bo pushed it, saying that he didn't know.

Wang Xueming handed it to Jin Muchen again, and Jin Muchen also pushed his hand, saying that he didn't know.

Wang Xueming may not have seen it, but Jin Muchen and Fang Bo have been together for so long, how could they not understand Fang Bo's temperament? When Fang Bo's face changed, he knew that Fang Bo must have a story with Song Shuyun.

Fang Bo looked up at him, his face turned pale, and one hand was even tighter, then loosened it, and then clenched it again.

Jin Muchen quickly found an excuse and called Uncle Fang aside.

"What, Bo Fang, do you have any holiday with your grandson's grandfather?"

"Hmph! It's not just a holiday..."

Fang Bo's breath was uneven and stared at the other side with contemptuous eyes, and said, "Song Shilun, who looked around Fang Bo's shop."

"What the hell is going on?"

"Forget it, the grudge between me and his grandfather can't be finished in one sentence."

Fang Bo was so angry that it was the first time that Jin Muchen saw Fang Bo be so disobedient.

"Or, let them go and don't sell them the things, so as not to let that guy get in your eyes."

Jin Muchen glanced at Song Shilun, the son of Fang Bo's enemy family, that was his enemy family.

Especially after the guy's eyes collided with him, his morality turned his head with contempt, which made Jin Muchen feel even more unhappy.

"Let's forget it, it's all about the old sesame and bad stuff. So many years have passed, forget it, forget it. It's not easy for people like Wang Xueming to encounter. Who are you selling that thing to him? Do you still want to get the auction to get cheaper for those foreigners? When the transaction is completed later, just let them get out of here."

Fang Bo held Jin Muchen's hand and signaled him not to be too impulsive.

After saying that, Fang Bo turned around and returned to the experts. Jin Muchen knew that he didn't want to be too close to Song Shilun, and might have the idea of ​​being out of sight.

"What's wrong with the old man? Xiao Song's child is the same. He is neither big nor young, and he is spoiled by his parents."

Wang Xueming still noticed Fang Bo's strangeness and said to Jin Muchen who was walking over, and Jin Muchen replied with a smile.

"Bo Fang has worked hard for this antique shop all his life. This shop is his hard work. He will definitely feel uncomfortable if someone says this."

He had to come and accompany him. After all, Fang Bo and the Song Shilun family had a grudge and could not be implicated in Wang Xueming.

A look of regret flashed through Wang Xueming's expression. If it weren't for the purpose of asking Gu Li to help with the appraisal this time, he wouldn't have wanted to bring Song Shilun over.

He is a friend of Song Shilun's father. It just so happened that Song Shilun had caused trouble in China recently, so his father sent him to the United States to avoid the limelight. Wang Xueming just happened to ask their Song family. When his father heard that Wang Xueming might contact a national treasure here, he sent his junior brother over and asked Wang Xueming to bring Song Shilun over for a long experience. He didn't expect that this kid was just such a bastard?

This opening of words made the old shop owner very angry. If it weren't for the people's face, they might have been blown out by others at this time.

This is the United States, not in China. Even if their Wang family is powerful, it is useless. If this kid delays this acquisition, Wang Xueming will have the intention to tear him down Song Shilun.

Fortunately, Xiao Jin seemed quite reasonable. When he thought of this, Wang Xueming hurriedly took out the cigar and handed it to Jin Muchen and said, "Then I'll ask Brother Xiao Jin to say a few more beautiful words in front of Bo Fang later, so that he must not forget his heart. Look, this is a top-notch Cuban cigar. Come and try it!"

Jin Muchen smiled and pushed away the cigar in his hand: "Forget it, Boss Wang, I really don't have a good taste. I've been playing with this recently!"

Jin Muchen smiled and took out the amber snuff bottle written by Qianlong, then opened it and poured out a little cigarette medicine, put it under his nose and sucked it hard. A scent of mint, jasmine, sandalwood, and tobacco rushed straight into his mind, and his whole body was filled with energy.

"Oh? Brother Xiao Jin, you are quite happy? Are you still playing this now?"

Wang Xueming's eyes lit up when he saw his movements, and his eyes were even more immobilized as if he had been imposed, staring at his amber snuff bottle without moving.

"Boss Wang also knows this thing? If you like it, take it and take it!"

Wang Xueming was not polite, so he directly connected the amber snuff bottle, then put it in his hand and kept playing with it. He even took it in front of him and looked carefully at the Qianlong imperial poem written by the snuff bottle.

"Tsk? I thought it was a good thing? It was just a snuff bottle. I don't have fifty or one hundred of this thing at home."

At some point, Song Shilun quietly approached them. When he saw Wang Xueming playing with Jin Muchen's amber snuff bottle, he sighed contemptuously.

Jin Muchen was a little annoyed by this guy this time, and turned his head and glared at him. Song Shilun raised his head contemptuously and refused to look at him.

However, the moment he turned his head, the platinum chain hanging around his neck was thrown up. The green jade ring hanging on the diamond-inlaid cross under the platinum chain flashed by, but in just a moment, Jin Muchen saw a flash of green light on the green jade ring, which was very experienced.

When he looked at it intently, he couldn't help but be surprised. He originally thought it was just a ring made of turquoise or tourmaline, but when he looked at it so carefully, he realized that it was not a ring, but an emerald ring.

This jade ring has thunder patterns engraved on it, which is obvious at first glance.

The jade ring is very dark green, even close to black, with a black shiny feeling. When Song Shilun turned around, the jade flashed with light, giving people a feeling of the thick ink with oily radiance. Jin Muchen immediately concluded that this is a very precious black jade among jade, and this thing is rare now.

Jin Muchen probably estimated that such things would be at least several million, but he just hung them around his neck casually, not afraid of being broken. This kid is indeed a prodigal son who was spoiled by his family.

At this time, Song Shilun also noticed the look of Jin Muchen staring at his jade ring, and then said with a smug smile: "Why are the country bumpkins? Do you know what this is? You still know the goods."

Jin Muchen snorted coldly and turned his head, while Wang Xueming turned around and glared at Song Shilun fiercely, signaling him to be careful of his mouth. Song Shilun felt wronged when Wang Xueming glared like this.

However, because of Wang Xueming's identity, he did not dare to have an attack, but he remembered all the hatred on Jin Muchen's head.

"Well, this Yongzheng red foundation, pastel ladies' pattern cong bottle is nothing wrong. It should be produced by the Qing Dynasty Manufacturing Office. The glaze color and body quality are no problem."

Professor Yang put down the bottle in his hand and looked at Old Man Hou beside him. Old Man Hou also nodded, expressing his agreement with Professor Yang's judgment.

Gu Li on the other side just let go of Fang Zun in his hand and gave such an evaluation.

"The large-sized Han Fangzun is also good, the glaze color is very positive, and the body is also right, so it should be a fine product of the folk kiln in the mid-Qing Dynasty."

Professor Yang picked up another pen to wash it and took a few glances: "This brush is not wrong, it should be a work from the mid-Qing Dynasty. It's a pity that there is no inscription. I don't know where this thing comes from, but it must be that the study supplies of the wealthy class cannot escape."

Gu Li washed the pen and took it over, looked at it for a few times and nodded, expressing his agreement with Professor Yang's opinion.

Afterwards, the two picked up the jade pieces and looked at them. They were all old items of mutton fat jade, including belt buckles, pendants, and small handles. They were finely carved, perfectly made, and the patina was also very good. Soon the two concluded that these were basically all high-quality products from the middle and late Qing Dynasty.

While these two people were starting to check, the other Professor Yang’s friend, Mr. Hou, was not getting started, and just watched from the side. They would only whisper a few words to Yang Xueli from time to time. Their combination was a bit strange.

Wang Xueming had no intention of continuing to argue with Jin Muchen at this time, but focused his energy on Professor Yang and Gu Li's evaluation of these treasures. After hearing the two experts say a few words, he walked up and whispered to the two experts in a low voice. It seemed that he was asking about the price of these treasures.

"Tsk, I thought it was a treasure, wasn't it just a bunch of rags? I dare to say that this little bit of broken things is a national treasure? I have known for a long time that you can't get any good things from a fly shop like you. If you don't have that ability, why can you put most of the garlic? Cut! Tsk, can the national treasure be collected by you so simple?"

Song Shilun's annoying voice suddenly rang in Jin Muchen's ears. When Jin Muchen heard this, he could no longer control his anger and turned his head to say to Song Shilun.

"Our family is a fly shop and can't tolerate you, the great god. Please get out of my store immediately."

"Hey you..."

Song Shilun didn't expect that Jin Muchen would dare to be so rude to him, and immediately fell down.

At this time, a cold voice suddenly sounded next to them.

"Song Shilun seems that you have not made any progress at all, and you are still so shallow."

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