The suit - clad man boasted bravely, "Even if we have to compensate, it should be split equally. You guys will end up bankrupt!"
After saying that, the suit - clad man continued to make a phone call. The old lady was so angry that her whole body trembled.
Without the glass cover in the way, Xu Qingqing could now carefully examine whether this was a Tang - Dynasty Mei Ping.
The system didn't emit a prompt tone, which meant this Mei Ping was very likely a fake.
Xu Qingqing crouched down and carefully inspected the fragments.
The Mei Ping was first fired during the Tang Dynasty. Compared with the plump beauty that the Tang people adored, as seen in the Tang - Tri - Color Ceramics, the Mei Ping had the thinnest and tallest shape.
Why it was fired despite not conforming to the Tang people's aesthetic standards is now impossible to verify.
Nevertheless, the Tang - Dynasty Mei Ping initiated the history of Mei Ping firing.
Since the colored - porcelain technology was not well - developed during the Tang Dynasty, most Tang - Dynasty Mei Pings were white - glazed ones.
Although Xu Qingqing had never actually seen a real Mei Ping.
Based on her knowledge of other white - glazed ceramics, she inferred that the glaze surface should be smooth, free of any impurities, with a strong glassy texture and high transparency.
However, the Mei Ping in front of her clearly didn't meet these criteria. Its color was pale and sickly.
It was like a mask with too much foundation applied to cover up skin flaws, lacking the freshness of a beautiful woman.
Xu Qingqing reached out and picked up a fragment, felt it with her hand, then disdainfully put it back.
Where had she ever seen a matte white - glazed Mei Ping!
There was no need for her to use the system to identify it; it was clearly a fake at a glance.
"All my anticipation was for nothing," Xu Qingqing stretched and stood up. She looked reassuringly at the old lady and the child beside her.
"Don't be scared. This bottle is a fake. It's worth at most 100 yuan each."
Hearing Xu Qingqing claim that it was a fake, the suit - clad man, who had long harbored resentment towards her, finally exploded.
"Are you here to cause trouble? This was bought by our boss from Gu's Auction House. If you keep saying it's a fake, I'll sue you for slander!"
"You can ask your boss to have it appraised!"
Xu Qingqing shrugged and taunted, "Gu's Auction House is good at selling fakes, and they've already had problems. You can't be unaware of that, right?"
After saying that, Xu Qingqing was too lazy to argue with him anymore. She just reminded the old lady to have it appraised before compensating.
This shoddy thing was so obviously fake that even an average appraiser could tell.
After that, Xu Qingqing quickly paid the bill, got in the car, and left a negative review:
The food here is over - priced and tastes bad. It claims to be in the Chinese style, but the staff are wearing Japanese wooden clogs. It uses a supposed Tang - Dynasty Mei Ping to attract customers, but it turns out to be a fake.
After getting in the car, Xu Qingqing thought that enough time had been wasted and it was time to go find Jing Zhen.
In the car, Xu Qingqing did some last - minute research on the information about Jing Zhen's current husband that she had been given.
Song Fuqiang used to be a coal merchant. After making a fortune from coal trading, he invested in real estate and made even more money, becoming a nouveau - riche.
To shed the vulgar label of a nouveau - riche, Song Fuqiang had organized many cultural relic exhibitions and collected various cultural relics and calligraphy and paintings at high prices, all to elevate his social status.
This time, on the occasion of his birthday, Song Fuqiang had invited many antique experts to come and admire a mysterious treasure in his collection.
It was said that this mysterious treasure came from a new civilization, and Song Fuqiang even boasted that no other private collector had it besides him.
Xu Qingqing scrolled to Song Fuqiang's romantic history. He had been married twice before, and Jing Zhen was his third wife.
Song Fuqiang had a child with each of his two ex - wives. His daughter from his first marriage was even the same age as Xu Qingqing, and his second son was 19 years old this year.
There was also a family photo on Baidu. The eldest daughter and the second son looked very arrogant.
Especially the eldest daughter, with her multi - colored dyed hair and rather dark - style clothing.
"Oh my god," Xu Qingqing couldn't help but sigh, worried about Jing Zhen's situation.
Just dealing with these two kids would be a handful for her.
Meanwhile, Xu Yan, who was driving, secretly glanced at the content on Xu Qingqing's phone out of the corner of his eye and couldn't help but grip the steering wheel tightly.
Why did Jing Zhen have to sacrifice her youth and marry an old man, becoming a step - mother to kids only one or two years younger than her?
Was there any problem that she couldn't share with him?
The car soon arrived at the venue of the banquet. There were already many cars parked in front of the villa.
Xu Qingqing got out of the car and saw groups of people chatting and laughing in the villa's yard. Many of them were familiar faces in the antique world; she had seen them before.
She had thought those antique celebrities wouldn't come, but there were quite a few of them.
They should all be here to see the mysterious treasure.
After Xu Yan parked the car, Xu Qingqing repeatedly warned him, "You must control your attitude. Don't cause any trouble for Sister Jing Zhen!"
After all, Xu Yan was Jing Zhen's ex - boyfriend. If Song Fuqiang took it out on Jing Zhen because of this, it would be a real disaster.
Jing Zhen was wearing a turquoise cheongsam, standing at the door to greet the guests.
The form - fitting design outlined her curvy figure, and her hair was coiled up.
With her gentle and graceful face, she had the charm of a beauty from the Republic of China era.
However, the hem of the otherwise elegant cheongsam was so short that it reached the top of her thighs, and a large part of her chest was exposed.
Jing Zhen had to constantly tug at her skirt and cover her chest to avoid showing too much.
A striking girl with dark - blue dyed hair, wearing a black dress, looked at Jing Zhen sarcastically. "Yo, back to your old business. Standing on the street now?"
Hearing the extremely insulting words from the girl's mouth, Jing Zhen remained calm and still smiled. "I don't understand what you're talking about."
"Don't play dumb."
Not getting the reaction she expected, Song Yuanyuan had hoped to see Jing Zhen get angry and fly into a rage.
Instead, Jing Zhen remained polite.
Song Yuanyuan leaned closer to Jing Zhen and gritted her teeth in her ear.
"Do you really think my dad likes you that much? If he really liked you, he'd send the butler to greet the guests instead of making you dress like this!"
Jing Zhen's face turned slightly cold.
Of course, she understood what Song Yuanyuan was saying. Song Fuqiang made her dress like this to greet the guests. Wasn't it just to use her beauty to attract people?
But she didn't care. There was nothing left in this world that she cared about!
"So what? I don't care!"
Jing Zhen said calmly.
"You..." Song Yuanyuan was at a loss for what to do with her. She gritted her teeth angrily. "Shameless! As long as it's for money, you'll do whatever my dad asks you to!"
After saying that, Song Yuanyuan turned around and left.
Staring at her back, a bitter smile appeared on Jing Zhen's face.
What was dignity?
She didn't need it anymore. As long as it could help her get through the difficult times, she didn't care how she was treated.
Xu Qingqing and Xu Yan walked over together. Xu Yan's face darkened immediately when he saw Jing Zhen in the rather revealing cheongsam.
This woman was really something. After leaving him, she dared to wear such a short skirt.
Xu Qingqing also frowned. The cheongsam on Jing Zhen was beautiful, but it was really too short.