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Chapter 9 The Sleeping Pillow Was Broken (Third Watch)
"You are the useless and useless son-in-law of the Song family, you are really brazen."

Just a few seconds later, Boss Wang burst into a sneer.

He had heard of Qin Fan's name a long time ago, and now that Song De's wife and daughter had come, the other one was naturally the son-in-law who came to visit, so he was not polite.

"No matter how useless I am, at least I won't be so stupid as to spend 400 million to buy a fake!"

Boss Wang sneered and said, "You are so sure that what I bought is a fake, okay, do you dare to bet with me?"

"How to gamble?" Qin Fan asked with interest.

"100 million." Boss Wang stretched out a finger, "If what I bought is genuine, you will give me 100 million. Otherwise, I will give you 100 million."

Qin Fan sighed: "That's not good, I earned you 100 million for no reason, and you have already lost 400 million."

He kept saying that the sleeping pillow was a fake, and Boss Wang was already furious, with his mustache trembling: "In the antique business, you can't rely on strong words. Since you insist on betting, let's find a middleman."

"It's up to you to listen." Qin Fan was noncommittal.

The corner of Boss Wang's eyes twitched, and he was so angry that he almost fainted. He immediately arranged for the clerk to go to the east end of Antique Street and invite Li Xuehong, the owner of Sijizhai, over.

Li Xuehong is not only the owner of the antique shop, but also the Taishan Beidou in the domestic archaeological field. It is naturally convincing for him to act as the middleman.

After the clerk left, Boss Wang angrily pulled up a chair and sat in front of the store, blowing his nose and staring at Qin Fan.

"Just wait, I can't make money from this sleeping pillow, so I can make 100 million from you."

On the other side, the spoiler who instigated this game is receiving all-round attacks from the Song family.

Lin Xiuqin couldn't bear it for a long time, and pulled Qin Fan into the store, almost poking his finger in the face, and said sharply: "Qin Fan, who gave you the guts to bet? If you lose, you will pay the 100 million yuan." Can you afford it, do you want us to help you out?"

"I'm not talking about you. You may have some skills in medical skills, but this antique is really unfathomable, and it's not based on random nonsense."

Song De regretted not falling, he would have blocked Qin Fan if he knew it earlier, and he didn't know what he was thinking at that time.

Lin Xiuqin said: "Before the intermediary arrives, hurry up and give Boss Wang a pat on the back and cancel this bet."

Qin Fan didn't move.

Not only did he not move, but he was very leisurely and elegant, playing with a snuff bottle in Song De's collection.

"Qin Fan, are you listening?" Lin Xiuqin was annoyed when she saw this, "You're a son-in-law, what are you showing off outside?"

On the contrary, Song Wanyu was relatively quiet at the moment.

After all, she knew Qin Fan's depth, and had seen Qin Fan's bright moments.

Maybe, he really knows about antiques?

"Wanyu, why are you standing there? Come and persuade Qin Fan to apologize. No matter what we say, we won't pay out the 100 million."

Seeing that Qin Fan was indifferent, Lin Xiuqin had no choice but to mobilize Song Wanyu to continue working.

"Mom, don't worry about it. If he loses, he will figure out a way for himself." Song Wanyu said perfunctorily.

"Find out your own way? Steal or rob!" Lin Xiuqin was choked up, "I don't care, you go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get the divorce certificate tomorrow morning, what are you doing at home like this useless person."

While cursing, there was a lot of noise outside, and someone shouted, "Old Li is here."

"Son-in-law, don't hide inside."

Boss Wang jumped up from his chair and shouted at Qin Fan.

Qin Fan came out from inside.

With a glance, I saw an old man in his sixties surrounded by several young people, dressed in a white Tang suit, with gray hair on his temples, he really looked like that.

"Can we start?" Boss Wang stared at Qin Fan provocatively.

Qin Fan smiled faintly, indicating that it will start immediately.

Li Xuehong took the sleeping pillow from Boss Wang, carefully looked at the texture and color of the sleeping pillow, and looked at it with a magnifying glass from time to time, which was quite professional.

After ten minutes or so, Li Xuehong put down the magnifying glass.

The audience had been impatient for a long time, and asked about the appraisal results.

Although Boss Wang was very confident, the ten minutes of suffering still made him quite nervous, so he hurriedly asked, "Old Li, how are you doing?"

Song De and others, whose hearts were hanging in their throats, also looked at Li Xuehong eagerly.

Li Xuehong was silent for a moment, and said solemnly: "This sleeping pillow is an authentic Song Dynasty product, and it was produced by JDZ. The market price is just over 400 million."

The sword finally fell!

As the saying goes, the family is happy and the family is sad. Boss Wang's fat face turned into a chrysanthemum, Song De's face was gloomy, and Lin Xiuqin's face was elongated, about to explode.

However, at this time.

Qin Fan was all smiles, and he was not at all depressed by the news, "Old Li, please take a look again."

"What's the matter, young man, do you not believe me?" Li Xuehong showed displeasure.

The antique group, especially a person like him at the level of Taishan Beidou, regards credibility as extremely important. Qin Fan questioned it on the spot, how can he not be angry?
"Of course I believe in Mr. Li, but..." Qin Fan smiled, "A wise man will lose a lot of money, and a fool will gain a lot of money."

Li Xuehong said with a dark face: "So, you still don't believe me?"

"Sure enough, it's a wimp of the Song family. He actually wants to renege on what he said in front of everyone. Song De, your family style is really impressive."

Seeing that Qin Fan didn't intend to admit it, Boss Wang couldn't help mocking him.

Since this kid can't make the decision, let's start with Song De.

Song De's face was livid, Lin Xiuqin gave Qin Fan a look, "Look at what you've done!"

The onlookers were also discussing, reprimanding Qin Fan for not counting what he said, and the Song family for not believing what they said, causing a commotion.

Finally, Song Wanyu said, "I'll pay the 100 million!"

The voice is not loud, but decisive.

The commotion fell silent instantly.

"Finally someone is willing to admit it." Boss Wang chuckled and handed Song Wanyu the account number he had prepared long ago.

Sudden.

"Whoa-"

Broken china was strewn all over the floor.

The sleeping pillow came into Qin Fan's hands at some point, and he threw it away, hitting the ground.

Silence!
After a while, it erupted suddenly, like throwing a bomb in the crowd

Boss Wang was so angry that his fat meat trembled: "You are crazy, you are fucking crazy, this is a 400 million antique!"

The three members of the Song family were equally dumbfounded.

Everyone had a thought at the same time: the problem that can be solved by 100 million is now 500 million.

Even Lin Xiuqin unexpectedly quieted down, but her face was so dark that water dripped out.

Just when everyone was shocked or angry, Qin Fanyun calmly pointed at the broken porcelain on the ground.

"Now, Mr. Li can see clearly."

Li Xuehong's eyelids moved, as if thinking.

(End of this chapter)