Peerless prodigal system

Chapter 161 1 inch pear and 1 inch gold

The audience was instantly quiet, so quiet that even the sound of hair falling to the ground could be heard.

But a few seconds later, it was noisy again, and the scene became chaotic, like a vegetable market.

No star or celebrity can be calm at this moment.

"Fake? How could it be a fake? If you're a prodigal, trusting him is worse than trusting a dog!"

"The prodigal son is a big bastard. He knows that the prodigal is squandering all day long. His words are extremely unreliable!"

"This pair of Hainan huanghuali wood Taishi chairs of the Ming Dynasty has been jointly identified by many cultural relics experts. How could it be a fake! I don't believe it is a fake!"

"You can't believe Wu Liang's words. He just jumped out to join in the fun. If he can't compete with the Li family and the Yang family, he can only jump out to stir up trouble. He's just a flea!"

It seems that there are quite a few people who hate Wu Liang, and some of these people were tricked by Wu Liang.

Revenge of those who have revenge, and revenge of those who have grievances.

At the beginning, Wu Liang bought unfinished buildings and spent money to play, ruining a group of wealthy people in the northern city, and now he is inevitably squeezed out.

As for Li Muzhi, who has never dealt with Wu Liang, when the opportunity comes, he can't let it go.

"Wu Liang, what do you know as an illiterate! This chair is genuine Ming Dynasty huanghuali wood, with exquisite workmanship. Do you know how slow huanghuali grows? Do you know how hard this chair is?"

Li Muzhi spoke fluently, and launched a fierce offensive as soon as he came up.

He took advantage of Wu Liang's weakness, because in his eyes, Wu Liang is a prodigal who only knows how to spend money on eating, drinking, having fun, and knows little about culture and art.

In the face of Li Muzhi's rhetoric, Wu Liang behaved very naturally: "The Hainan huanghuali is very easy to survive, but it is extremely difficult to grow. A tree with a thick bowl mouth can only be as big as a rolling pin. It takes hundreds of thousands of years to grow. It's worth a fortune if it's not a fake."

"Tsk tsk, you can really drag a few words, you must have looked up the information beforehand!" Li Muzhi said with a strange expression.

research?It's too low, and the Shenhao system can easily handle it with a command to transmit information.

"You can say whatever you want, as long as you are happy." Wu Liang didn't bother to talk to Li Muzhi.

He stood up not to quarrel, but to prevent Liu Shan from entering the pit.

Wu Liang turned to face Liu Shan.

"Mr. Liu, listen to my advice, this is really a fake, I hope you will consider it carefully."

Liu Shan frowned with a serious face.

"Xiao Wu, are you sure? I want to take down these chairs from the bottom of my heart!"

"Believe me, this is really a fake." Wu Liang spoke sincerely, and he treated his friends sincerely.

"This..." Liu Shan was still hesitating.

At this moment, Yang Boye smiled tentatively and said: "What kind of foolishness is this ignorant kid doing? Last time you snatched a pair of Xu Beihong's authentic works from me, I haven't settled with you yet, but now it's good, you come out again It's messing up the water, isn't it!"

Yang Bo's eyes were gloomy and cold, pointing directly at Wu Liang.

And Wu Liang hated the old guy who used his seniority to bluff people the most. He directly regarded Yang Bo as a piece of shit.

"Whether I fish or not, you know in your heart. It's because your skills are inferior to others. You didn't understand the mystery of the painting in the painting. Let me catch a leak, but you hold a grudge."

As soon as these words came out, the onlookers were all shocked by Wu Liang's remarks.

"What? This prodigal son dares to say that Mr. Yang is not as good as others? Mr. Yang has studied antiques for 50 years, and his family's collection can rival half a museum in the provincial capital. How ridiculous a prodigal son is, haha!"

"You don't have to pay taxes for bragging these days. Mr. Yang is considered a leader in the industry. Wu Liang is really boastful!"

"The prodigal son is uneducated, just a big bastard, what does he know, he's just a clown!"

Some people who harbored prejudice and hatred towards Wu Liang jumped out at this time and stomped on Wu Liang severely. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for them.

Seeing that Yang Bo and Wu Liang had another conflict, Li Muzhi immediately added fuel.

"Grandpa Yang, although we are competitors, it would be disgusting for a prodigal son to jump out and make trouble. I support Grandpa Yang, and I firmly believe that this pair of grand master chairs is definitely not a fake!"

Li Muzhi has a clever mind and is very good at adapting to the wind.

After everyone listened, some onlookers praised Li Muzhi.

"It's still the young master of the Li family who knows what to do, and what he said is very pertinent."

"Willing to speak for competitors, this character is really good!"

"Li Muzhi has both talents and virtues, and the Li family has a successor!"

Wu Liang smiled lightly, feeling that he was facing a group of idiots.

"Brains are a good thing, you have to have them. If Mr. Liu didn't want to bid for the auction, I wouldn't bother to say that this is a fake. What does it have to do with me to cheat you."

Seeing that Wu Liang was so sure that it was a fake, Liu Shan began to waver.

Liu Shan knew that Wu Liang and him were Wang Nian's good friends, and now that this was the case, Wu Liang couldn't lie to him, nor could he be mistaken.

"Xiao Wu, I'll listen to you. Give up the auction for now. Maybe this thing is not for me. If you miss it, just miss it." Liu Shan sighed heavily.

Wu Liang patted Liu Shan on the shoulder and comforted him: "Believe me, it's absolutely true. Don't talk about the age, just say that this yellow rosewood is not from Hainan at all. It's a pity to miss it. It's a pity to be cheated." Now, it is wise to stop as soon as possible."

"Wu Liang, don't scare me. Since you are pretending, you have to act like it. Do you know how to identify yellow rosewood? How many do you know?" Li Muzhi chased after him like a mad dog. .

"Do you know? How many kinds have you mastered?" Wu Liang asked back.

"I... I don't have that ability, but don't change the subject, I'm asking you." Li Muzhi was obviously a little guilty.

"Oh, I'm sorry to disappoint you. I know the identification method, and I have mastered all the methods." Wu Liang chuckled.

Li Muzhi's face suddenly turned red.

He became angry and refuted vigorously.

"Who will believe what you say? Ask everyone, how reliable is a prodigal who only knows how to squander money all day long?"

Wu Liang smiled lightly and said: "The people who hate the rich only see me prodigal, but they don't see me making money. How can I wake up a group of people who pretend to be asleep? Besides, if I don't steal or rob my prodigal money, what does it have to do with you?" ?”

Immediately, Wu Liang said again: "It's getting too far, my purpose of speaking out is to persuade Mr. Liu to give up the auction. My purpose has been achieved, you continue to play."

After finishing speaking, Wu Liang pulled Liu Shan back to his seat and sat down.

However, Li Muzhi and Yang Bo did not intend to let him go.

Due to his age and seniority, Yang Bo was not as direct as Li Muzhi.

Li Muzhi was like a mad dog, he beat Wu Liang to death whenever he got the chance, in order to satisfy his desire for revenge.

"Wu Liang, why did you go back? You're scared! You must be scared! You're guilty!"

Yang Bo also looked like an old god, and sighed leisurely: "There is a prodigal son in the provincial capital, and his words are really sloppy, unreliable!"

The onlookers, being coaxed together like this, also echoed and mocked Wu Liang.

At this time, everyone pointed the finger of public opinion at Wu Liang, accusing Wu Liang of coming to make trouble.

Li Muzhi suddenly felt very happy and even more proud.

"Haha, Wu Liang, the fox's tail is exposed. Why do you pretend to be in front of the seniors? This grand master's chair looks like an old antique. You don't care if it is Hainan yellow rosewood!"

This idiot Li Muzhi buzzed like a fly in front of Wu Liang, Wu Liang was so annoyed, if this was outside, he would have slapped him a few times, and told him why the flowers were so red.

"If you are ugly, you should read more books. There is a big difference between whether huanghuali wood is produced in Hainan or not. It is the difference between gold and rusted iron."

Wu Liang stood up again.

"Do you really think I'm a prodigal and uneducated? Li Muzhi, I will make you doubt life!"