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Private Manor House Collection Interior.

Wu Zhiguo took a deep look at Bai Wu, but did not call Bai Wu his surname, he seemed surprised.

This really isn't surprising.

"Mr. Bai."

Wu Zhiguo was expressionless and nodded towards Bai Wu, "Please sit down!"

Bai Wu smiled slightly and sat down.

"Mr. Bai, I have admired the name for a long time. Before I came here, my old friend was always in my ear, respecting Mr. Bai, saying that Mr. Bai has great skills. I wonder if Mr. Bai would like to show the old man a hand?"

Wu Zhiguo didn't say anything polite, just straight to the point, with a smile on his face, he said with a smile.

Hidden knife in laughter!

"Mr. Che really looks down on the boy too much! How come the boy's great skills are just a little trick!"

Bai Wu smiled humbly at Che Yongkang, then turned his head, glanced at Wu Zhiguo, and said solemnly, "However, since Mr. Wu has spoken, it's natural for the boy to be obliged!"

After speaking, Bai Wu suddenly stood up.

Brush brush brush brush!

The eyes of Che Yongkang, Wu Zhiguo, Che Xiaoxiao, and Wu Xiaoxiao all fell on Bai Wu.

Following Bai Wu's gaze, Bai Wu walked to the blue-and-white porcelain vase with nine dragon patterns placed beside the table and chairs.

"This nine-dragon vase is a collection that the old man spent 800 million to auction at a high price from Sotheby's auction house. Ming Dynasty blue and white official cellar products..."

Wu Zhiguo stared deeply at Bai Wu with a strange expression on his face, and suddenly opened his mouth to introduce.

Bai Wu pretended to count his fingers, but he muttered in his heart: "It's obviously a fake. I said, this thing was really auctioned by him from Sotheby's?"

0%!

"It's not Sotheby's... I don't think it came from the auction house at all, right?"

100%!

"Did someone come to sell it to him?"

0%!

"Did he find it himself?"

100%!

"Since he found it, it is either the free market of antiques in various cities, or the ghost market. Did he find it from the free market of antiques?"

0%!

"Is it from the ghost market?"

100%!

"The things in the ghost market are definitely not expensive. Mr. Wu came back from the ghost market to find this thing. The money should not exceed 10,000 yuan, right?"

100%!

"Five thousand?"

100%!

"two thousand?"

100%!

"one thousand?"

0%!

"It's obvious that I spent less than 2,000 yuan to find a fake from the ghost market, and I have to open my eyes and say nonsense, saying that it was an official cellar of the Ming Dynasty that was auctioned from Sotheby's auction house for 800 million yuan, tsk tsk tsk. Bullshit!"

Bai Wu couldn't help but complained, and continued to mutter in his heart: "As for ghost markets, at first, only the capital was in existence. In recent years, almost all major cities in China have developed such markets as ghost markets."

Bai Wu recalled the information he had learned about the ghost market from various antique forums because he wanted to rely on his superpowers to pick up treasures in the past two days, and muttered again in his heart: "Mr. Wu, he should have come from the ghost market in the capital. this guy?"

0%!

"It's not the capital, could it be a ghost city in Hangzhou?"

0%!

"It's not Hangzhou, could it be from the magic capital?"

0%!

"..."

"..."

Bai Wu guessed a dozen times in a row, and then he guessed the location where Wu Zhiguo found this fake, Xi'an!

"He bought it this year?"

100%!

"A month ago?"

0%!

"Two months ago?"

0%!

"Three months ago?"

100%!

...

...

The collection room is quiet.

Everyone stared at Bai Wu standing in front of the blue-and-white porcelain vase with nine dragons, waiting quietly...

in.

Wu Zhiguo's face was expressionless, but in those old eyes that seemed to be muddy, there was a gleam of doubt and doubt from time to time.

As for Che Yongkang, Che Xiaoxiao and Wu Xiaoxiao, their eyes flickered with curiosity and expectation.

It was quiet for about a minute.

Bai Wu suddenly turned around.

Facing everyone's piercing eyes, he smiled slightly.

"How is it, Mr. Bai, how about this blue-and-white porcelain vase? I think Mr. Bai really appreciates this blue-and-white porcelain vase?"

Wu Zhiguo emphasized the word "appreciation".

"Master Wu!"

Bai Wu took a deep look at Wu Zhiguo, opened his mouth, and asked, "Is this blue-and-white porcelain vase with nine dragon patterns really sold at a high price from Sotheby's?"

Bai Wu's tone sounded like a question, but if you tasted it carefully, it was clearly an affirmation.

"Oh?" Wu Zhiguo raised his brows and smiled lightly: "What do you mean by Mr. Bai? Could it be that Mr. Bai really... figured out what?"

Bai Wu smiled slightly, reached out and touched the blue-and-white porcelain vase lightly, and said, "Mr. Wu, if the kid is correct, 0.2, you bought this blue-and-white porcelain vase three months ago, right?"

A look of shock finally appeared on Wu Zhiguo's calm old face.

"Well, I still bought it from the ghost market!"

Wu Zhiguo took a deep breath.

"Also, I bought it from the ghost market in Xi'an!"

Wu Zhiguo couldn't stand still, and those old eyes glared fiercely.

"As for the price, it's probably around one thousand to two thousand. Am I right, Mr. Wu?" Bai Wu asked with a smile.

Wu Zhiguo's eyes widened, his face full of shock and disbelief.

On the other hand, Che Yongkang showed a satisfied smile.

One minute.

two minutes.

three minutes.

The collection room is silent.

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