A sudden sound silenced the hall, and everyone turned to look.
Seeing that it was Ye Fan who spoke, everyone was stunned.
During the appraisal fair, Ye Fan had spoken wildly, vowing to challenge the entire Jiangcheng antique circle.
At Mr. Shen's birthday banquet, a double-sided Buddha worth tens of millions, even hundreds of millions, was destroyed by his own hands.
And today, at the Boyugou auction, he spoke astonishingly again.
Did every place Ye Fan appeared in have to be earth-shattering?
Having already witnessed Ye Fan's terrifying abilities, these people did not rush to get involved but waited quietly for Sun Yilang to retaliate.
Sun Yilang glared fiercely at Ye Fan, a sharp chill flashing in his eyes before a faint smile appeared on his face.
"I wondered who it was, but it turns out to be Mr. Ye. Mr. Ye's reputation is well-known in the Jiangcheng antique circle. Many items previously acquired by our Boyugou were appraised by Mr. Ye. If I recall correctly, you should have appraised this porcelain vase, shouldn't you?"
This statement was naturally intended to provoke Ye Fan, and at the same time, to tell others that Ye Fan was being unreasonable and that his words were not to be trusted.
Ye Fan, however, smiled and said, "Boss Sun indeed has skillful means. However, who stipulated that I, Ye Fan, cannot make a mistake in appraising items I have seen? Take this porcelain vase, for example. Its glaze color is sky blue, without any impurities. Its bulging belly is shaped like petals, appearing exquisitely perfect at first glance. But upon closer inspection, one can discern some anomalies."
This porcelain vase was personally forged by Ye Fan using a high-quality replica, so he was fully aware of its flaws.
A sense of foreboding suddenly washed over Sun Yilang.
Ye Fan's words made him uneasy, as if this were a conspiracy.
But he and several appraisers from Boyugou had already authenticated this porcelain vase, and it was definitely not a fake.
Could it be that he was trying to bluff him?
Thinking of this, Sun Yilang's lips curled into a smile. "I don't understand what Mr. Ye is saying. This porcelain vase is a treasure, and many people present have personally appraised it. Does Mr. Ye think his eyesight is better than everyone else's?"
Directly diverting the attention to the crowd, Sun Yilang's tactic of using a borrowed knife to kill was indeed brilliant.
As expected, his words immediately caused dissatisfaction among some people.
"Arrogant! Do you really think you're qualified to spew nonsense here just because you've had a few lucky breaks?"
"What is this? How dare you challenge Boyugou? Go pee and see who you are."
"Damn it, I've disliked this kid for a long time. Get out of here quickly, lest you taint my eyes."
A cacophony of scolding erupted, with the tendency to drown Ye Fan with their words.
Ye Fan's face darkened as he gave Jiang Zhitao a look.
Instantly, Jiang Zhitao stood up abruptly. "Shut the hell up, all of you idiots! How dare you judge Brother Ye? Anyone who dares to speak ill of him again is my enemy, the Jiang family, and we will not rest until they are dead."
Bringing out the powerful backing of the Jiang family was highly intimidating.
Immediately, a few people shut their mouths obediently, lowering their heads and remaining silent.
However, although the Jiang family was a top family in Jiangcheng, they could not do whatever they pleased.
A few stubborn individuals snorted coldly in dissatisfaction. "The Jiang family is too overbearing! Even if you are strong, if you anger all of Jiangcheng, the Jiang family will likely suffer the consequences."
This statement was a reminder to Jiang Zhitao that even with the Jiang family's power, making an enemy of all of Jiangcheng would not end well.
Just then, a figure slowly stood up, his face cold.
"Our Hu family fully supports Mr. Ye. If anyone dares to curse Mr. Ye again, I guarantee that from now on in Jiangcheng, they will not be able to acquire a single piece of jade."
Hu Zhong's words were resounding, and in terms of presence, he was much stronger than Jiang Zhitao.
Although the Hu family was not a first-tier family, they held a pivotal position in the jade industry. If the Hu family were truly angered, it would be extremely difficult to play with jade in Jiangcheng.
With the Jiang family and the Hu family standing in support of Ye Fan, those who were still resentful could only shut their mouths obediently.
In the private room, Shen Shiyun clenched her water glass tightly, her fingers even turning pale.
"The Hu family, how did they become Ye Fan's lackeys?"
Her heart was filled with doubt. Given Hu Xiaofei's irreconcilable hatred for Ye Fan, how could the Hu family have defected to Ye Fan?
What was the secret behind this?
"It's just a small family, they can't stir up much trouble. However, I am very curious, what exactly does Ye Fan want to do? This porcelain vase has absolutely no problem. Is he trying to humiliate himself?"
Frowning slightly, she stared intently at Ye Fan, wanting to know the truth.
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Seeing that no one was making noise anymore, Ye Fan slowly stood up.
"This porcelain vase, regardless of any part, is genuine and was fired in the kilns of the early Ming Dynasty. But upon closer examination, you will find that several pieces of porcelain were fired in different kilns."
As he spoke, Ye Fan walked towards the exhibition stand.
"For instance, the neck of the vase has slight speckles, though not severe, they are still visible upon careful observation. These should be the sandy texture unique to the northern kilns of the early Ming Dynasty. As for the bottom of the vase, it has heavy glaze and thick coloring, typical of the southern kilns. As for the 'silkworm thread pattern' on the belly, it is a unique characteristic of the folk kilns in the Qilu region. I ask, why would a single porcelain vase exhibit so many characteristics of different kilns? Could it be that several kilns collaborated to produce this vase? That would be a tremendous surprise."
Unhurriedly, Ye Fan's appraisal was well-founded and irrefutable.
"Marvelous."
A burst of exclamation came from a private room on the right side of the second floor.
"Mr. Ye's eyesight is truly admirable. I had long heard of Mr. Ye's great name, and seeing it with my own eyes today is truly an honor."
Qi Yuanhao said excitedly.
The middle-aged man who had bid earlier looked at Ye Fan with immense gratitude. "I never thought this porcelain vase was a fake! Mr. Ye, you are my benefactor!"
At this moment, discussions erupted below again. Who would have thought that this seemingly flawless porcelain vase would turn out to be a fake?
Although they still couldn't figure out how it was faked, Ye Fan's words were clear enough: this porcelain vase definitely had a problem.
Ignoring them, he kept his gaze fixed on Sun Yilang. "Boss Sun, don't you want to give us customers a reasonable explanation?"
Sun Yilang gritted his teeth, his hands gripping the edge of the table tightly.
Ye Fan's appraisal he had seen and heard. He knew he had lost, but he was unwilling.
"Auctions inherently have both genuine and fake items; this is not surprising. Moreover, did the appraiser dare to claim that the item he appraised had absolutely no problems?
This might just be a momentary oversight and nothing serious."
Thinking that he had spent 1.2 million yuan only to acquire a fake, how could Sun Yilang be reconciled?
Seeing Sun Yilang's evasiveness and prevarication, Ye Fan smiled and said, "Boss Sun is indeed good at shirking responsibility. However, did you really not see any problems with this item, Boss Sun? Or is this auction simply a scam by Boss Sun to line his pockets?"