Chapter 226 Poor Grandpa
"I'm just a passerby, I just came here to help see why my friend's stuff can't pass your initial screening."

Zhang Yang looked very happy and what he said seemed to be true.

The other people present were not fools either. Seeing Li Zi looking at Zhang Yang's profile with affection, how could they not understand?

Stand up for your woman?

Well, this reason is quite convincing and I can’t criticize it.

Guo Wujing pondered for a moment and sighed awkwardly:
"I'm not as knowledgeable as you are, little brother. But if it's something that even I don't know about, it will definitely be unpopular if it's put on the market. It seems that there's no need to participate in this auction, right?"

"If it fails to sell, it will be a waste of your money and our auction house's resources!"

"Oh?" Zhang Yang smiled contemptuously.

This old guy seems to have given in, but in fact he is just being tough in a different way.

In a word, there's no hope.

"So whether there is a market or not actually depends on whether you know it, Mr. Guo? I was careless."

"I wonder if Mr. Guo has ever heard of a person named Wen Jia? Wen is the word for article, and Jia is the word for award?"

"Huh? What do you mean?"

Guo Wujing is an old hand and he realized immediately that Zhang Yang was setting a trap for him.

This Wen Jia must be someone important.

But... he had never heard of it.

"Sir, we are talking about these Buddha statues of yours. Anyway, my opinion is..."

Zhang Yang knew that Guo Wujing wanted to change the topic, so he interrupted him mercilessly:

"Wen Jia, also known by his courtesy name Xiucheng and pseudonym Wenshui, is the son of Wen Zhengming, one of the four great scholars of Wuzhong during the Ming Dynasty. His paintings were sold at an auction in 19 for a whopping price of 2012 million yuan."

"You don't even know him, how can you identify the collection?"

"I... I came here to see the metal sculptures. It's normal for me not to know about this unpopular painter!" Guo Wujing retorted with a red face.

"Then tell me, what is this Buddha statue number 113?"

"This is...this is..."

Guo Wujing hesitated and couldn't say anything for a long time.

He really didn't know, but he didn't dare to say anything for fear of being slapped in the face.

Zhang Yang said without giving any face:
"You don't know, let me teach you, this is the statue of Sonam Lhundup."

"Here, next one, number 177, what is this?"

"You can't tell? This is a statue of Sakyamuni, but it is an ancient artifact from the Pala Dynasty in northeastern India."

"And this one? Forget it. I am too lazy to ask you. I will just teach you. This is a statue of Naropa Mahāśravaṇa, an important tantric master of the Kagyu sect..."

"..."

Zhang Yang opened fire at full power.

In order to show off his wealth, Li Zi's father only bought real and expensive things.

As a result, he collected many unpopular statues in Indian and Tibetan Buddhism. If Zhang Yang did not have a system, it would probably take him half a month just to look up the information.

Not to mention this half-baked Mr. Guo.

But no matter what, it cannot whitewash Guo Wujing's bad behavior that he cannot see and still insists on disgusting people.

Wouldn't it be enough to just honestly admit that you don't understand?
Naturally, Zhang Yang would not hold back.

Guo Wujing was originally feeling a little ashamed, his face flushed red, and he wanted to argue.

But when he realized that he could no longer remember what Zhang Yang said, his face turned from red to blue and then to black.

He became angry from embarrassment.

Zhang Yang also noticed this and asked with a smile:

"Look at you, are you showing off? You were blushing just now, but now you have a gloomy face. Who are you trying to scare?"

"Zhang Yang, don't say that about Teacher Guo." Li Zi couldn't help it anymore and joined in, saying, "His face turned black, it's obvious that he's been poisoned!"

"Manager Song, why don't you call the hospital and send him to the hospital? Don't let him die here."

"That makes sense!" Zhang Yang nodded.

The two of them sang in unison, but neither of them laughed. Manager Song was also a smart man. Seeing this scene, he knew that Guo Wujing was about to explode, so he quickly came out to smooth things over.

While saying sorry, he led Zhang Yang and Li Zi out of the room, so that at least they wouldn't fight directly.

"We can go out, but what about these things?" Zhang Yang pointed at the Buddha statue on the table with a playful expression on his face.

Although the auction company is large and powerful, it can indeed cheat and pretend that nothing happened just now.

But Manager Song obviously still wanted to continue discussing business. Their people lost just now, so they should at least show some expression, right?
"Yes, I understand everything."

"Please rest assured, I will immediately arrange for other appraisers to re-appraise the items you provided."

"The new results will be available tomorrow morning at the latest."

"What do you think?" Zhang Yang turned around and asked Li Zi for her opinion.

"EMMM...I can barely accept it." Li Zi hesitated for a while and replied: "But these things are directed at me, where is that person just now?"

"A treasure appraiser who is ignorant and only cares about disgusting customers, should we keep him for the New Year?"

"That's fair!" Zhang Yang gave a thumbs up in agreement.

There's really no need to give face to people like Guo Wujing. Who knows how many people have been disgusted by him?
"Understood. I'll report this to my superiors right away." Manager Song replied sensibly, "I promise that he won't appear in your sight again."

"Not today, and certainly not in the future."

"That's okay." Li Zi nodded, skillfully took Zhang Yang's arm, and returned to her cute, cuddly look as she did when she first entered the door.

Now she is becoming more and more skilled, because it is not always possible to hold Zhang Yang's arm.

After Shen Yiyi broke the window, she is now more proactive than her.

……

After Zhang Yang and Li Zi finalized the items, the next step was to wait for the auction to begin.

When they had free time, the three of them would travel around the streets of Hong Kong. Although this combination was a bit strange, Zhang Yang found it quite enjoyable after he got used to it.

He enjoyed Li Zi's natural generosity and Shen Yiyi's clumsy initiative.

In comparison, Grandpa Lu was much more miserable.

He originally wanted to participate in the auction, but he failed the capital verification and was directly turned away.

I originally wanted to borrow some money from Zhang Yang to give it a try, and even Zhang Yang agreed, but I was delayed by Shen Yiyi's smirk.

Xiao Shen's smile seemed to say:
We agreed to pursue our independent hobbies. If you borrow money, won't you just go back to the old ways? If you borrow the money, I'll nag you for the rest of your life!
There was no other way, so Grandpa Lu had to give up the idea of ​​participating in the auction and try his luck in an antique shop in Hong Kong instead.

10 out of 9 antique shops in China are scams, but the situation is just the opposite in Hong Kong.

After all, this is a semi-lawless place.

In China, antiques before the Yuan Dynasty are not allowed to be bought and sold, but in Hong Kong there is no such restriction. Bronzes from the Shang and Zhou dynasties are all clearly marked with prices on the shelves.

The tour guide that Grandpa Lu found told him that as long as you can afford the money, you can definitely take the real stuff home.

It took my grandfather three days to confirm that the tour guide was telling the truth - he couldn't afford the money.

When we met on the fourth day, the tour guide finally couldn't hold it anymore:

"Uncle, what do you want to buy? I charge the lowest tour guide fee, and I'm counting on you to spend money so I can get a commission!"

"You only consumed one cup of hand-made lemon tea in the past three days. I really don't make any money!"

"Uh..." Grandpa Lu replied awkwardly, "How about you find me a bigger antique shop, and then our employment relationship will be over?"

"So, you've earned my half-day tour guide fee for nothing, right?"

"Okay, okay, I'm convinced."

The tour guide reluctantly agreed to grandpa's plan.

He rode his electric scooter directly to the largest antique shop in Mong Kok, Hong Kong, the Treasure Pavilion.

The tour guide told Grandpa Lu that Master Bi, the owner of the Treasure Pavilion, is a famous local treasure appraiser and all the treasures sold in his shop have been appraised by him.

You can enter with confidence.

It’s just a pity that Master Bi hasn’t shown up for a long time, otherwise he could bring grandpa to see the boss in person to ask for advice.

　It's out, and we'll resume normal updates the day after tomorrow

　　
　
(End of this chapter)