Chapter One Hundred and Seventy Two: Cleverness is Mistaken by Cleverness

Lin Chen smiled slightly, "The texture is wrong, because this agarwood is old material, at least five to six hundred years old."

"And the fragrance..."

"My treasured friend, take a fruit knife and poke it on the base to try it."

Although the reason is unknown, the middle-aged man took a knife out of the kitchen and poked it lightly.

The next moment, his eyes suddenly burst out!

Isn't this smell, this honey fragrance just agarwood? !

"Ahhhhhhh!"

"It's agarwood, it's agarwood!"

"My daughter's illness is saved, it is saved!"

He held the bracket like a treasure, crying and laughing, laughing and crying, as if crazy.

The barrage was silent for a few seconds, and then it seemed as if the discussion was over.

"???"

"???"

"This treasured friend, bring the bracket closer and let me smell it too..."

"Well, I smell it, it's really agarwood!"

"Brother upstairs, you're afraid it's not a dog nose, you can smell it."

"The anchor will soon become popular, how much is such a large piece of agarwood worth?"

Lin Chen smiled slightly.

"Agarwood is sold by Kelai. Depending on the quality of the piece in front of you, it should be worth about 300,000 to 500,000."

"Congratulations to this treasured friend, you have lost your horse, and you know you are not good."

"That bloodstone is fake, this agarwood is a big leak!"

Netizens were shocked, and no one expected such a dramatic change in things.

The surname Zhou was meant to cheat this treasured friend, but he didn't expect to be clever and was mistaken by cleverness, and went around himself!

"Baoyou, thank you anchor!"

"That is, if there is no anchor, these hundreds of thousands will be lost!"

"I'm really wondering, what kind of eyes the anchor looks like, I can see through the screen."

"People are professional, can you compare it?"

The middle-aged man also reacted, thank you very much.

"Anchor, you are my daughter's savior!"

"Not much else. I still have some money in my hand. I will give you some gifts and treat it as an appraisal fee."

Lin Chen shook his head when he heard the words, and waved his hands hurriedly: "The appraisal fee is unnecessary."

"I live on the Internet to give everyone a benefit, and I don't need to pay."

"Instead of giving me gifts, you might as well buy more delicious food for your daughter."

"A blessing in disguise, it shows that you have a deep blessing and your daughter's condition will be stable. Come on."

Every word is sincere, every word is tempting.

The middle-aged man bowed several times to Lin Chen with moist eyes.

"Anchor, when my daughter gets better, I will go to the Imperial Capital to find you."

"Imperial Capital?"

Lin Chen's face turned dark, "Good fellow, after having been around for a long time, I dare to love you as a fake fan."

"I'm in the magic capital, the magic capital! Not the imperial capital."

"Carry away, next one."

Netizens are also very happy, this guy, even the address can be wrong.

...

at this time.

Yonghe Auction House.

In a quiet room, there were four or five people sitting, staring at the phone screen closely.

On the screen, it was Lin Chen's live broadcast.

"Hey!"

"This kid is really interesting."

"It was originally a blood loss, but if he did this, it became a blood profit."

Chu Jian rubbed his chin and made two chuckles, obviously a little surprised.

On the side, an old man in a black Tang suit snorted.

"Young Master Chu, can you believe this too?"

"how?"

Chu Jian frowned, "Old Chen has any other ideas?"

The tone was a little polite, and his expression was even more respectful.

You know, this Yonghe auction house is the fourth existence in the magic city rankings.

And Mr. Chen is an expert in calligraphy and painting, and he is a well-deserved master in the professional field.

"I don't dare to be a good opinion, it's just a bit of a humble opinion."

Old Chen laughed and said, "As everyone knows, the most notable feature of this agarwood is its unique fragrance."

"Except for this, in terms of material, there are many woods that are similar to agarwood, or even exactly the same."

"Then Lin Chen, it was live broadcast on mobile phones, with limited conditions. How did he reach Chenxiang's conclusion through the screen of his mobile phone?"

Upon hearing this, Chu Jian frowned immediately.

"Couldn't it be that he has brilliant eyesight?"

"Hahaha, what Chu Shao said is bad."

Old Chen shook his head and explained: "Even the smartest expert, when the mobile phone broadcasts live broadcasts, there are very few things that he can see!"

"Then Lin Chen is..."

Chu Jian didn't understand, and deeply doubted his IQ.

"If I'm not mistaken, the middle-aged person should be a childcare. The daughter of leukemia is also fabricated."

Chen Lao said without hesitation: "All of these are scripts written and performed by Lin Chen, in order to increase popularity."

"Can't it? The middle-aged man's demeanor and action at the time weren't pretending."

Chu Jian asked the letter suspiciously.

"Hahaha."

Old Chen smiled heartily, "This is where Lin Chen is less clever than yours. He is willing to spend money on a nursery. The middle-aged man is a professional actor."

"And the nursery you're looking for... It doesn't matter if you don't talk about it, it doesn't matter if you don't talk about it."

Upon hearing about childcare, Chu Jian felt as uncomfortable as eating shit.

Dammit, he was ruined in the hands of that childcare in his entire life.

Don't talk when you should talk, and take the rhythm when you shouldn't.

Now there are overwhelming reports on the Internet, saying that he is very stingy, and he is reluctant to spend money on childcare.

He is the master of the Chu family, so he is short of the money?

"Humph."

Chu Jian hurriedly changed the subject and said angrily: "Dare to love this Lin Chen is not a good bird. Hiring a nursery to act in a play, or a miserable play. This is to treat the people in the live broadcast room as fools."

"This kind of bizarre part of the bridge, Chu Shao can listen to it as a story."

Old Chen smiled carelessly, obviously sneered at Lin Chen.

"Listening to Mr. Chen's words is better than reading for ten years."

Chu Jian made a flattering, and then said: "Then, how sure is Elder Chen that he can win Lin Chen?"

"It's a bit arrogant to say 10%, 90% so-so."

Old Chen rubbed his chin and smiled indifferently, "Lin Chen is a master in the field of gambling, and even I have to compliment it."

"But, in the field of books, calligraphy and painting, he, can't."

Hearing this, Chu Jian's expression was shocked.

"good!"

"With Mr. Chen's words, I'm relieved!"

"Chen Lao, don't worry, as long as Lin Chen's reputation is stinky, I will use all my connections to help Yonghe Auction House publicize it!"

"And, at all costs, harvest a treasure to help Yonghe hit the top three rankings!"

Old Chen nodded in satisfaction.

"In that case, don't waste time."

"Get ready, give Lin Chen Lianmai immediately."

After speaking, he stood up, walked slowly to the wicker chair next to him and sat down.

Chu Jian also found a blind spot that was not visible on the phone screen.

Wait patiently.

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