Chapter 1722 What Is Your Identification?

"Yes Yes!"

"Zhang Ping, tell us your appraisal opinion, let us listen to it, and gain insight."

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"Zhang Ping Zhang Ping!"

"You are Zhang Wenhua's grandson, and your appraisal skills are definitely not bad. We really hope to hear your opinion now!"

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"Zhang Ping Zhang Ping!"

"The antique is yours. It has been in your hands for a long time. You must have conducted in-depth research. Whether it is true or false, you must be able to tell the truth. The only thing we are looking forward to now is you To be able to express my opinion.”

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People started booing, their voices became louder and louder, and finally several people shouted and urged Zhang Ping loudly.

Zhang Ping was dumbfounded. I came here today to trouble Song Ping, hoping that Song Yun would appraise the antiques he brought. Why did the situation change suddenly? The person who appraised the antiques became himself, and the most important It is necessary to appraise antiques in front of everyone. If there is any mistake in my appraisal conclusion and I am caught loopholes, I will definitely lose face. Everything that happened here will spread throughout the circle of antique collection, not only to myself It will cause a great impact, and at the same time, it will also cause a fatal blow to the antique shop that is about to open.

Zhang Ping regretted it more and more at this time, but just like he regretted it once before, he had no other choice, and he had to find a way to get through this situation.

Zhang Ping turned his head and glanced at Song Yun, and found that the smile on Song Yun's face hadn't diminished at all, and seemed to be a little brighter than before. At this moment, he finally realized that this person who was about his own age was a real old fox who was appraising antiques. I don't know what my skills are, but this kind of social experience is definitely much richer than myself.

"Bringing this antique here today, I just want to ask Mr. Song Yunsong for advice. Of course, I have to say the conclusion of my appraisal, but before I do that, I want to hear what Mr. Song thinks about this piece. antique."

Zhang Ping gritted his teeth. The situation in front of him was very bad for him. No matter what, he couldn't say his own appraisal conclusion first.

"Hahaha!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"This is really ridiculous. What I said just now was very sweet. I brought the antiques to communicate with Mr. Song Yunsong. Now I don't want to say my own appraisal conclusions, or the opinions of the appraisal. I clearly want to Come to find fault, want to come to kick the hall, does he think that others are blind, can't see the plan in his heart?"

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"This man named Zhang Ping brought antiques to the Treasure Pavilion where Song Yun gave off to the teacher, he must be uneasy and kind!"

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"What's going on in this society now?"

"Isn't it possible to do business well, have to find fault with others, have to step on others to climb up?!"

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Zhang Ping's face was ashen, and the people watching the excitement around him spoke very loudly, and they didn't give them any face. Has left a bad impression on everyone.

"Mr. Zhang Pingzhang, the people around me really want to hear your appraisal opinion. That is because they think your appraisal conclusion is the most professional. Anyone who knows the situation knows that I am not from antiques. Before entering the circle of antique collection, I moved bricks and worked on the construction site, but I was lucky. I stumbled and made some fame in this circle of antique collection. Your situation is different from mine. Grandpa Zhang Wenhua is our antique collector. Old masters in the circle, your appraisal conclusion is a textbook-like standard for those around you who are very interested in antique collections. In fact, I also want to hear your appraisal conclusion on this antique. This is definitely a rare and good opportunity to learn.”

Song Yun kept sneering in his heart, he didn't let Zhang Ping go, and if he wanted to find fault with himself, he had to bear the harsh consequences in front of him, one sentence after another, directly sent Zhang Ping to the corner Forced, very polite and modest when speaking, but it is very difficult to deal with it.

Zhang Ping tried his best to control his emotions, glanced at the antiques on the table, and gritted his teeth.

"In my opinion, this antique is real, and there is no problem at all. This is my appraisal conclusion. I don't know Mr. Song Yunsong, can you tell everyone about your appraisal result now?!"

After Zhang Ping finished speaking, he gritted his teeth and looked at Song Yun.

"Why!"

"It's over, it's over, not just one is over, but many are over!"

Zhu Deyuan's head was shaking like a rattle, and Zhang Ping was staring at Song Yun at this time. If eyes can kill people, Song Yun has already died thousands of times at this time. The key to the problem The reason is that no matter how angry the eyes are, it is impossible to kill a person. Song Yun is still alive and well at this moment.

"Who said it wasn't? At that time, the only way to deal with it was to bite the bullet no matter what, let Song Yun speak out the conclusion of the appraisal first, and speak first, whether it is saying that the antique is real or that the antique is fake It's of no use."

"Anyway, it's a mistake."

Xu Desheng put down the teacup in his hand. Zhang Ping was really confused. Song Yun and the people around him put tremendous pressure on him. He had no choice but to say such things, but such words were absolutely stupid. Can't be more stupid.

"As I said just now, if Zhang Ping had the ability to deal with this situation, it would be impossible for him to come to Zhenbao Pavilion to find Song Yun's trouble. Only people who don't know themselves will do this. Things, people who want to see this, deal with this situation properly, unless the sun comes out in the west."

Tang Miaomiao looked at Song Yun and Zhang Ping standing in front of the antique shop with a calm face. She actually knew that from Song Yun to the door of the antique shop, calling people from Antique Street to come and see the excitement, the whole thing had ended. Doomed, Zhang Ping's face can only be pressed down on the ground and rubbed again and again today. This is the only ending, and there can be no other accidents.

"Hehehe!"

"Hahaha!"

"This kid named Zhang Ping finally couldn't stand it any longer and was forced to speak out his opinion!"

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"Could this Zhang Ping really belong to Zhang Wenhua's grandson? Zhang Wenhua is a well-known figure in the circle of antique collectors. A few decades ago, he could definitely be said to be an all-powerful person. Why is his grandson so useless?" ?”

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"The young people nowadays are really poor. They don't have any social experience. They dare to trouble Song Yun with such a little ability. They really don't know the heights of heaven and earth."

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"The melon that we, the people who eat melons, ate today is too big, it's too big to eat!"

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"Why!"

"From the incident in front of us, we can see that no matter which industry you are in, the competition is very fierce. This kind of thing is not surprising at all, but before you trouble others, shouldn't you first weigh whether you are like this? Are you capable?"

"If you kick the iron board, the consequences will be very serious!"

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Situ Kongming squeezed into the crowd of spectators, he could see everything in front of him clearly.