After I became a poor little girl from a wealthy family, I held a cool script in my hand

Chapter 211 Only the Chamber Pot is an Antique
the other side.

An Zihong smashed it while looking at it.

Imitations are as rare as smashing, so as to save others from becoming victims again.

After hitting the back, An Ziyu became a little self-contained.

There are so many fakes out there these days.

At that time, when she saw those guys in the An family, she thought it was because the An family had no eyes.

So I bought a fake

But until now, she finally understood that there are many fakes.

The servants of the Sun family followed behind Sun Yingying and were so frightened that they were speechless.

You know, the old man is very fond of these antique treasures.

I have to check it out every day and wipe it with a professional cloth.

Today, the eldest lady is going to smash these things.

The old man may be angry when he comes back.

On the first floor, there are more than a dozen wooden shelves for displaying antiques.

An Zizhen looked at the porcelain and bronze wares.

Then, only a porcelain spittoon was found, and a chamber pot was antique.

The rest are fakes, and they are high imitations of fakes.

On the second floor, Sun Yingying was a little scared.

"Goddess, are there so many fake ones?"

An Ziyu shook his head, "I don't know."

……

At this moment, Mr. Wei and the others have arrived at Mr. Sun's home.

Sitting in the living room, Mr. Sun was still reluctant to let them go and watch.

I took a few servants and planned to move a few things over there.

result! !
To the place dedicated to displaying antiques.

Elder Sun almost fainted.

Porcelain tiles all over the place.

There are also servants who take out those "antiques" to help smash them, and throw them into the trash can after smashing.

Old Sun was so angry that his brain was congested, and his growling voice changed, "Who told you to do it!!!!"

The voice was so loud that even Wei Lao and the others sitting in the living room heard it.

Looking at each other blankly, "What's wrong?"

"I don't know, Old Sun seems to be angry."

"Would you like to... go take a look?"

"Farewell! After all, it's someone else's family business. Let's go there. It's shameful! Wait a little longer."

……

Right now, at the gate of the Antique Pavilion, the servants answered truthfully.

"Missy asked us to do it."

Old Sun was so angry that his face was ugly, pointing inside, "Let Sun Yingying come out for me!!!"

On the second floor, Sun Yingying was tearing things apart.

He also heard his grandfather's voice and ran down.

There was also a big ball of paper in his hand.

Elder Sun took a look and recognized a landscape painting by Zhang Zeduan, which he bought for 300 million.

Now it's just shredded paper.

He took two steps back in pain, clutching his forehead.

"Yingying, what the hell are you doing!!"

There is really a feeling of hating iron but not steel.

Sun Yingying was serious, "Grandpa, I forgot to tell you. I hired a very powerful appraiser to appraise the authenticity of your antiques.

In the end, she said, these were all fake.Since it is fake, in order to avoid harming others, I will tear it up for you. "

Just in time, An Zi came down, picked up several volumes, and threw them directly into the trash can.

Elder Sun hurried over, trembling with anger, "What are you doing?!"

An Zizhen glanced at it, "It's fake, throw it away."

Sun Yingying was triumphant, "Grandpa, this is the appraiser I found for you."

Elder Sun, "..."

If it weren't for knowing that my granddaughter was very smart since she was a child.

Perhaps at this moment, Elder Sun thought that his granddaughter had some brain problems.

A person who is younger than Sun Yingying, she thinks is a treasure appraiser? ! !
With distress, Elder Sun took out the painting that An Zizhen had thrown in from the trash can.

Carefully wipe off the dust on it, and pass it to the side.

(End of this chapter)