quiet!

At this moment, the entire living room was silent.

Everyone's eyes widened, looking at the vase fragments on the ground, almost unable to believe their own eyes.

Broken?

The antique vase I bought for 500,000 yuan was smashed to pieces by Lin Fan?

Wow...

Zhu Ru and Zhang Kaiming, who reacted, suddenly burst into pieces. The two of them wanted to rush up immediately and tear Lin Fan to pieces.

"Lin Fan, you... you actually broke the vase given by my husband! You will compensate us for 500,000!"

"Damn bastard, are you crazy? You dare to break my vase, you deserve to die! I want to call the police, I want you to lose everything!"

The couple's eyes were red.

Not only them!

After seeing this scene, my aunt Shen Yuzhi and my uncle Zhu Zhide next to me also couldn't believe their eyes.

Crazy!

A vase worth 500,000, this bastard actually fell into pieces like garbage, which is simply unforgivable.

Even Bai Yi's eyes turned dark and almost fainted from anger.

"Lin Fan, what are you doing! Do you know that this is a 500,000 antique, how can you do this?"

Bai Yi's pretty face was filled with a strong look of disappointment.

She didn't expect it.

Lin Fan had been violent before and injured the young master of the Qin Group, so it would be fine.

But now, in order to breathe, he recklessly smashed his aunt Shen Yuzhi's antique vase to pieces. This is something that only a madman can do.

However!

What surprised everyone was that there was no panic or worry on Lin Fan's face. Instead, he walked to the pile of vase fragments, bent down, and picked up a piece of fragment from it.

Ga!

When everyone's angry eyes fell on the fragments in Lin Fan's hands.

The anger disappeared.

The curse stopped.

Everyone seemed to see a ghost, looking at the fragment, or a seal on the fragment.

‘Anti-imitation-Mao Jiu!’

There were only four simple words, but when it fell into the eyes of Shen Yuzhi's family next to him, everyone felt like they were thundering and were completely confused.

"Mao...Mao Jiu? This is Mao Jiu's imitation?"

My uncle-in-law Zhu Zhide's voice was trembling.

Mao Jiu’s imitation antiques are countless in China, and each piece is only one or two hundred yuan on a street stall.

Especially for those antique lovers, if they buy a fake, they will be laughed at by their colleagues in the antique circle for half a year.

And now!

Not only did they buy Mao Jiu's outrageously cheap imitations, they even spent a high price of 500,000 yuan.

If this is spread, it will definitely become a huge joke for all antique lovers.

Plop!

After seeing these four words, Zhang Kaiming felt as if he had been drained of all his strength and fell to the ground:

"I...I was cheated! I spent 500,000 yuan to buy a fake Mao Jiu?"

"No... impossible! How is this possible!"

At this moment, Zhang Kaiming felt that his cheek was as if he was slapped, which made him feel so painful, both ashamed and ashamed, and he wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in.

And beside it!

Bai Yi also covered her mouth in shock.

Her beautiful eyes were blurred, and her eyes looked at Lin Fan were filled with incredible colors.

Unable to understand.

She and Lin Fan lived for three years, but they had never seen Lin Fan fiddling with an antique calligraphy and painting. They couldn't understand how this guy saw it?
Chapter completed!