Chapter 50: Chapter 50: Emperor Taizu’s Imperial Cup!"Kid, what are you doing? This is a Ming Dynasty imperial ewer. Stop right now!"

    "Ye Huan, how dare you lay a harmful hand on my imperial ewer? I’m going to kill you!"

    Zhang Hongyu and Bai Yu shouted angrily in unison.

    But the next second, their angry expressions froze on their faces.

    This Ming Dynasty "imperial ewer" shattered the moment it touched the ground.

    At the same time, a foul smell wafted from the light yellow liquid seeping out from the fragments...

    "Gentlemen, is this what you call an—Ming Dynasty imperial ewer?" Ye Huan sneered repeatedly.

    Their faces turned incredibly pale.

    Imperial ewer? This was clearly just a chamber pot still containing "unknown" liquid!

    Moreover.

    Ming Dynasty? If it really were a Ming Dynasty chamber pot, after hundreds of years, the liquid inside would have evaporated long ago...

    "Look at this as well." Ye Huan’s lips curled upward as he nudged the pieces on the ground with his foot.

    The bottom of the chamber pot flipped over, revealing a line of English engraved clearly on it.

    MADE-IN-CHINA!

    This line of English made the two men’s faces turn ashen; they wished they could find a hole in the ground to crawl into.

    "If I say you’re idiots now, would you dare to argue?" Ye Huan mocked.

    "I... I..."

    Bai Yu’s face was ashen, unable to utter a word.

    "How... how could this be? How could I be wrong? It should be... be a Ming Dynasty imperial ewer without a doubt!" Zhang Hongyu’s eyes were filled with disbelief.

    "With your appraisal skills, and being the president of the Antique Appraisal Association? Your association might as well disband." Ye Huan kicked the fragments on the ground, sneering, "The surface pattern and clay texture might look quite natural, and there are no issues with the detailed chips on the ceramic pieces, but its only flaw is that it’s too real, do you understand?"

    Too real?

    Indeed, the details and patterns on real antiques are mostly normal, but only mostly; there will always be slightly abnormal aspects!

    Fake real, truly fake!

    The three words "too real" were like being enlightened, suddenly illuminating Zhang Hongyu’s mind, his face became extremely excited.

    "Thank you, sir, for the guidance!"

    Zhang Hongyu clasped his hands together, exclaimed loudly, and then dropped to his knees right away!

    His actions left everyone else dumbfounded.

    What... what is happening!

    A respected figure in the antique appraisal world actually kneeled before Ye Huan, even thanking him for his guidance? Ye Huan could instruct Zhang Hongyu?

    Impossible!

    Bai Yu’s throat moved with difficulty as he hastily helped Zhang Hongyu, saying, "President Zhang, what are you doing? This kid knows nothing about antique appraisal, why are you calling him master!"

    "What do you know!" Zhang Hongyu shook off Bai Yu’s hand, shouting, "This gentleman’s appraisal skills are at least three levels higher than mine; he is the true master of antique appraisal! If you dare insult him again, I will definitely expel you from the Celestial Sea Antique Appraisal Association!"

    "I!" Bai Yu’s face was filled with distress.

    He had no idea what was going on.

    What is Zhang Hongyu doing, saying Ye Huan’s appraisal skills are better than his?

    Senile!

    Ye Huan is just a security team leader, how could he be so skilled!

    Tea cup!

    Yes, the tea cup!

    Bai Yu pointed anxiously at the tea cup in Ye Huan’s hand, saying, "President Zhang, you’re mistaken, how could he know anything about antique appraisal? Look at the tea cup in his hand; it was something this old man got from a one-yuan store, but he treated it as the imperial tea cup of the Yuan founder."

    Zhang Hongyu looked at the porcelain cup in Ye Huan’s hand, completely stunned, his lips quivering.

    "Yuan... Yuan celadon?"

    "Oh, you do have some insight, seems like you’re not entirely an idiot." Ye Huan said with a smile.

    "Yuan celadon?" Bai Yu frowned slightly.

    As a member of the Antique Appraisal Association, he naturally knew Yuan celadon was porcelain produced in Jingdezhen during the Yuan Dynasty. Nowadays, even a shard of Yuan celadon could fetch a courtyard house in the Second Ring of Yanjing!

    This trash cup can be an imperial Yuan celadon cup?

    Impossible!

    "President Zhang, this thing is just something this old man bought randomly from a one-yuan store, how could it be Yuan celadon?"

    "Indeed, it’s just a piece of junk." The old man said with an awkward smile.

    "What do you know!" Zhang Hongyu shouted in anger, then looked at the porcelain cup again. His throat moved with difficulty as he asked, "Could... could I have a look?"

    Ye Huan said nothing, handing over the porcelain cup.

    Zhang Hongyu took the porcelain cup, his eyes revealing a look of shock, his hands trembling, extremely excited: "During the era of the Yuan founder, the Yuan celadon imperial cup used by Kublai Khan, worth at least five billion!"

    "President Zhang, you must have gotten it wrong; how could such roadside trash be a Yuan celadon imperial cup?" Bai Yu’s heart skipped a beat, his tone had become quite unnatural, "This porcelain cup is perfectly intact, and its surface is covered in wet clay, how could it be a Yuan Dynasty antique?"

    "What do you know!"

    "The wet clay is because it has never been buried underground for long, but rather always remained intact, passing down through folk hands."

    "Precisely because of this, its value should be doubled, at least ten billion!"

    "This porcelain cup is engraved with nine lands, and a red dragon, symbolizing the dragon’s roar across Jiuzhou, a blessing to Huaxia!"

    "After my appraisal, I can confirm with 100% certainty..."

    "It is the imperial cup used by the founder of the Yuan Dynasty without a single flaw, an invaluable treasure!"

    As these words came out, Bai Yu’s legs went weak, and his arms started to tremble: "President Zhang, you... you’re not mistaken, right?"

    "Me, mistaken? Impossible!" Zhang Hongyu waved his sleeve grandly and said coldly, "If I’m still mistaken this time, I should retire!"

    "Boom!!!"

    Zhang Hongyu’s words were like a bolt of lightning, exploding in everyone’s ears.

    Including Su Qingqing, Bai Yu and the old stall owner were all shocked.

    This... this trash porcelain cup, could it really be a Yuan Dynasty celadon cup? And what’s more, a flawless imperial cup?

    This... how is this possible!

    They looked at Ye Huan, staring at his ambiguous smile, their eyes filled with disbelief.

    This unassuming "pauper" actually noticed the clue about the porcelain cup at a glance!

    Combined with the fact that he recognized the true nature of the "imperial teapot," this showed his appraisal skills were absolutely high, even higher than the President of the Antique Appraisal Association!

    Stunned!

    Beyond stunned!

    While shocked, Bai Yu’s face was extremely pale, unable to accept the truth, muttering "impossible" repeatedly, retreating continuously.

    Did I just say I would teach him appraisal art?

    His appraisal skills are even better than President Zhang, and I’m nothing but a joke in front of him!

    The old man was filled with regret, sitting on the ground muttering incoherently, appearing slightly deranged.

    No wonder he kept asking me if I was sure, afraid I’d make a loss or even regret it.

    His appraisal ability is stronger than Zhang Hongyu, the appraisal master!

    Buying a multibillion Yuan Dynasty celadon imperial cup from me for just a hundred bucks, is he someone with low intelligence?

    The biggest fool is me!

    What a loss!

    A ten billion worth item, just picked up at a bargain!

    The old man wished he could jump into a river and end it all!

    The whole place was silent, except for the sound of people swallowing nervously.

    A few minutes later, Ye Huan broke the silence: "Young Master Bai, shout it out."

    "Shout what?"

    "Of course, call me dad, weren’t you betting with me?" Ye Huan’s lips curled, "Come on, I proved the ’imperial teapot’ you mentioned is just a chamber pot, aren’t you going to honor your promise? Although accepting you as my son is a loss for me, but since I’m in a good mood today, I’ll do it!"

    "I... I..."

    Bai Yu’s face was so gloomy it could drip water.

    Calling Ye Huan, who opposed him several times, "dad"?

    Too humiliating!

    "Young Master Bai, are you planning to break your word?" Ye Huan said meaningfully, "I think you’d better shout quickly, I’m in a hurry!"

    "You... you kid, I advise you to stop here!" Bai Yu gazed at Ye Huan, full of threats, gritting his teeth, "I’m the Bai Family’s young master, would you dare to acknowledge me as your son!"

    "Why wouldn’t I dare?" Ye Huan shrugged indifferently. Sёar?h the novel(F~)ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    "Young Master Bai, I advise you to fulfill the bet, we members of the Antique Appraisal Association must be honest!" Zhang Hongyu’s voice was deep, "If you insist on breaking the promise, I have the right to expel you from the Association!"

    "I..." Bai Yu’s face changed dramatically.

    He spent a lot of money to get into the Antique Appraisal Association, and usually, he could buy many antiques at low prices, he couldn’t get expelled!

    After hesitating for a long time, Bai Yu gritted his teeth, squeezing out a sound: "Dad."

    "Haha, such a good son, here’s some pocket money for you, go spend it!" Ye Huan said with a cheerful smile, flicking a red note onto Bai Yu’s face.

    From childhood to now, only he would throw money at others’ faces, when has anyone thrown money at his face? Bai Yu boiled with anger, throwing a punch at Ye Huan: "Ye Huan, I want to kill you!!"

    "You brat, you actually want to commit patricide?" Ye Huan slapped him to the ground, then brushed off his hands disdainfully, "What an unfilial son."

    Having said that, Ye Huan took his leave.

    Su Qingqing followed after him, while Zhang Hongyu watched Ye Huan’s back, secretly clenching his fist.

    Someday, I must reach that level of appraisal skill!

    Bai Yu lay on the ground, his eyes full of malice.

    Suddenly, he looked towards the old man.

    "Y-you... what are you going to do..." The old man was filled with unease.

    "Do what? Pay me back my money!" Bai Yu cursed loudly, kicking the old man down and taking back his bank card before angrily leaving.

    "Ye Huan, I want you dead!!!" Bai Yu started his car, utterly enraged, his face looking as grim as a demon.

    The old man sat on the ground, his eyes vacant.

    Not only did he sell the Yuan Dynasty celadon imperial cup for a hundred bucks, but he also lost that two million?

    A dream of overnight riches, just a joke?

    Timely, Ye Huan’s figure floated into his mind.

    Why did I have to mock that young man?

    If I had just let him buy it for 660,000, nothing would have happened!

    And now, nothing is left!!

    Why!

    "Pfft!"

    The old man, consumed by anger, spat out a mouthful of old blood and passed out.