Countryside Magic Doctor

He didn't know that what he Feng said was true. He Feng was not the kind of person who would talk nonsense.

He Feng began to comment on the numerous antiques in front of him.

He found that there were a lot of fakes, almost accounting for nearly 1 / 3 of the total. This is a considerable number. If these people involved in the auction learned that nearly 1 / 3 of the precious collections they were bidding for were fakes, I'm afraid they were unwilling to open the table first.

But that's the truth.

No one can deny it.

Because what he Feng said is the truth, the truth.

Looking at He Feng, who Zheng is commenting on, the maid next to him is surprised. This guy is too brave. He calls so many of their collections fake. It doesn't give face.

At this time.

Suddenly there was a sound of footsteps outside the door. It turned out that someone had entered another box at this time, which was normal. After all, we can't waste it. But at this time, he Feng suddenly knocked at the door. He Feng was stunned and waved with some doubts.

"Who? Come in."

"I heard that you have all the collections here. Now it's finished appreciating them. Can you let me have a look? I can't stand the excitement in my heart and want to see the true face of this antique..."

Said a rather pinched voice from outside.

Like an old pedant in a controlled tone.

He Feng didn't care, so he said, "then take it away. It's nothing to look at. It's just half true and half false."

"There are more fakes at this auction," said a bald old man with a Mediterranean hairstyle. When he came in, you moved your eyes to the side and mended the clever antiques on the skeleton.

Next to him, several people followed him, all of whom were dressed in black tunics and looked meticulous. At first glance, they belonged to the kind of rigorous people.

Looking at these meticulous old men in yellow robes and Mandarin coats or Zhongshan clothes walking into He Feng, it's not clear. These guys should be legendary masters and experts. Now they may come here to pick some treasures.

"Let's introduce Zhao Wenhai, the chief appraiser of Bogu group." the bald old man stretched out his hand to He Feng and said that they can enter the top box. Presumably, their identity and status can be equal, and it's worth making friends with them.

He Feng didn't shake hands. He nodded and said, "Oh, I've heard a lot about you. I've heard a lot about you."

His behavior was very impolite, but the opposite Zhao Wenhai was not annoyed at all.

There is no other reason, just because people at his age already know that everything in the world is not so simple.

Never offend people as easily as a young man, because a little carelessness may cause extremely serious consequences.

But he smiled and said, "I don't know your name?"

"He Feng." He Feng said impatiently. At this time, suddenly, Zhao Wenhai's eyes kept looking at the calligraphy and painting next to him. He opened his mouth and said, "it's incredible that the calligraphy and painting of the eight mountain people in the Qing Dynasty should be preserved so completely. It's really rare..."

"We have to take pictures of this thing this time." the old man next to me nodded and said that such a genuine product must be taken, because its appreciation space is very huge.

Seeing this, he Feng couldn't help sneering and suddenly reminded him: "I think you'd better forget it. This obviously belongs to fraud. How can it be genuine?"

"You mean it's a fake?" said Zhao Wenhai strangely. He stared carefully and looked back and forth on the antique.

He wanted to find the trace that he was a fake from the clues, but there was no element of fraud. On the contrary, every clue pointed to the truth. It was an absolute genuine. He couldn't help frowning and snorting.

"Don't tease me here, young brother. It's clearly genuine. If you want to say it's fake, please point out Minglu and tell me where it's fake..."

Suddenly he Feng was stunned. Yes, I don't know where he is fake. I only know that he is a fake.

Seeing his silence, Zhao Wenhai sneered. He has seen many young people. 80% also saw the antique and deliberately said that he was a fake and wanted to give up.

But he obviously underestimated his ability. He knows that Zhao Wenhai can't even tell the truth of an antique. That's a joke.

In the antique world of Xiangjiang, Zhao Wenhai has the nickname of golden eyes.

No fake can hide from his eyes.

How can we not see the authenticity of cultural relics?

After saying this, he Fuxiu left and didn't want to pay attention to He Feng. He Feng felt that he Feng was just a young man with very low level of city government and little ability. He was always able to compete with him for a while by relying on his family's ability, but he was only a little young man trampled by him after all.

The auction came as scheduled. The collection was taken out one by one for auction. He Feng was as motionless as a mountain.

In this way, the half-time auction has gone on.

The collection is getting less and less. I'm about to get the pair of bracelets.

Just then, suddenly the door was pushed open.

"Damn it, which boy robbed the third master's private room and quickly get out to die!"

Just after he Feng's box door was kicked open, he only heard an angry cry.

He Feng's anger was aroused in an instant. He frowned, opened his mouth to the outside and scolded: "where did the little bastard behave wantonly in front of me?"

At this time, it was determined that a strong man with a big body and a bulging Zhongshan suit burst in. There was a ferocious scar on his forehead, like the third eye. Well, the boy really had a nickname called three eyes.

"Who are you? Don't you know this private room is specific to the third master?" three eyes showed ferocity and shouted to He Feng.

He Feng was angry and laughed. It's ridiculous. He came to this private room with his own money. How can he say it's unique to others? Could it be that these people could forcibly take it? He sneered.

"Sorry, I really don't know who owns this private room. I only know that I spend money. I should sit here. Where are you cool? Get out there and don't get in the way of me. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!"