Crossing the Future Maker

    After eating and drinking, the group set foot on the aircraft. After about half an hour, the Yunhuang Hotel arrived.

    The entrance of the hotel seems to be crowded with customers, and the people who come and go are extraordinary.

    "Welcome." The waiter greeted warmly.

    Mr. Huo took out an invitation letter. After the waiter took it, he stepped forward with a smile: "Mr. Huo, please come with me."

    A group of people filed in, walking straight down the hall and soon came to the banquet hall.

    Feng Yan is calm and composed, her elegant steps reveal an ancient charm, and her casual posture is like a stroll in a leisurely garden.

    Mr. Huo nodded secretly, it seems that Feng Yan is indeed from the Feng family in the imperial capital, such a charm, such a demeanor, I am afraid that only an aristocratic family can cultivate it.

    Looking at Qin Nan again, his eyes were rolling. It was the first time he saw such a scene, the first time he came to such a place, he was so nervous that his palms were sweating, and he was afraid of giving Xiaoyan The son is ashamed.

    In the banquet hall, many people are talking about today's theme, an ink painting from 10,000 years ago.

    It is said that this painting is owned by the Fire Mercenary Corps. The banquet is held this time to verify the authenticity, secondly to gain fame, and thirdly to cling to the powerful. And in addition to that, they also offered several items for auction.

    Feng Yan frowned slightly, he seemed to be involved in something right and wrong today.

    James was apologetic: "Some people in the imperial capital have taken a fancy to the ink painting, just wait for this appraisal, if there is no mistake, they will send someone to come to verify the authenticity, and the fire mercenary group will also take advantage of the situation. ."

    Feng Yan raised eyebrows: "Do you want to send someone here?"

    James said: "Ink painting like this, it is impossible to identify dozens or hundreds of times."

    Feng Yan was silent and asked calmly, "What am I going to do?"

    James replied with a smile: "Not much, as long as you put all the doubts on the painting and confirm that it is not authentic."

    Feng Yan said calmly: "I won't tell lies."

    James thought to himself, as expected, he is the young master of the Feng family, he behaves very well, and sincerely said: "Don't worry, we will not make you embarrassed, you just need to say what you know. But." The ancient paintings are very rare, and he does not believe that the Fire Mercenary Corps will have genuine works.

    Feng Yan nodded: "I see."

    James reminded: "There are many appraisers in other parties, you have to be careful."

    Feng Yan glanced at him and asked, "What were your plans before?"

    James touched his nose, but did not smile, the meaning in his eyes was obvious, even if this ink painting was genuine, they would try their best to destroy it. Yesterday, he would appear on Thirteenth Street just to investigate the enemy's situation, but unexpectedly, he picked up a treasure instead.

    "Brother Huo, why are you here now." An old man greeted warmly, and behind him stood several young people, one of whom was Miss Fang whom he met yesterday.

    "Acheng—" Ms. Fang's cheeks were blushing, and her delicate eyes were eager to speak.

    Huo Cheng said lightly, "Old Fang."

    Old Fang smiled: "Brother Huo is terrible, my granddaughter has been thinking about it for a long time."

    Huo Cheng was expressionless: "I don't dare to do it."

    Miss Fang's eyes flashed annoyance, she was out of anger, she turned her eyes to Feng Yan and stared: "Why are you here?"

    Feng Yan wrinkled her nose, hating such self-righteous women the most.

    James stepped forward: "This is Young Master Feng, our appraiser."

    Miss Fang looked disdainful: "At his age, he dares to call himself an appraiser?"

    Huo Cheng said with a sullen face: "Miss Fang, this is about our mercenary group, please respect yourself."

    "Grandpa, look at him!" Miss Fang was shy and annoyed, and turned her head to act like a spoiled child.

    Old Fang clapped her hand, looked at Huo Cheng with concern, and disapproved: "Nephew Huo is not the old man who told you, even if you know that you are invincible, you can't just find someone. My granddaughter is also worried about you."

    An impatience flashed in Huo Cheng's eyes: "I don't have to worry about my affairs, and Miss Fang's kindness can't bear it."

    "Puchi!" Qin Nan laughed: "You two are brothers, nephews, and granddaughters.

    Old Fang's face sank, his eyes condensed: "This is..."

    Feng Yan raised her eyebrows slightly and her eyes were extremely cold: "He is my friend."

    Old Fang was displeased: "Who are you?"

    "You..." Fang Lao looked gloomy: "Young people nowadays really don't understand the rules more and more."

    Huo Cheng ignored him and introduced to Feng Yan: "This is the head of the Fire Mercenary Group."

    Qin Nan pouted, and when he mentioned the Fire Mercenary Corps, he thought of the black shop yesterday.

    Huo Cheng looked at Fang Lao, did not give him any chance to speak, said lightly: "The banquet has begun, you are the protagonists of today, Fang Lao, look..."

    "Let's go—" Fang Lao was furious, leaving a wicked look in his eyes, and left angrily.

    "Grandpa..." Miss Fang was reluctant to part and turned back as she walked.

    Feng Yan laughed and teased: "Headmaster Huo is very beautiful."

    Huo Cheng smiled bitterly: "We have been competing with the fire for a long time, such a blessing is really no blessing." If he married Miss Fang, Guanghui still didn't know who he would be.

    After a while, the auction in the center of the venue began, and the first thing to be displayed was a pair of mahjong.

    The corners of Feng Yan's lips twitched, and he always felt embarrassed. When did mahjong become an antique.

    "According to the researcher's guess, this is a kind of secret code before the end of the world. Each square represents a special meaning. So far, the Institute of Culture has not explored its real use... ... Now, everyone can start bidding, starting with 30,000 star coins."

    Huo Cheng's eyes flashed: "Do you know?"

    Feng Yan smiled gently and refused to answer.

    Huo Cheng faintly had some enlightenment, and he was more determined in his heart to have a good relationship with Feng Yan.

    "I heard that the Feng family and the Gong family are planning to marry, congratulations."

    Feng Yan said calmly, "It has nothing to do with me, didn't you see me on the floating star?"

    Huo Cheng didn't care, every big family had factions, he thought that with Feng Yan's ability, even if he was exiled, it would not be too long.

     While the two were talking, mahjong had been bought for 180,000 stars.

    Next up is an antique vase.

    Feng Yan's expression was numb, and he didn't need to touch it himself, he could see at a glance that this vase was definitely not a modern object, and there was no other reason. Visually, he can see that it is very strong.

    Soon, the auction will be over.

    A huge screen was lifted from both ends.

    A pair of mountain and green ink paintings about three meters long appeared in front of everyone.

    There was an uproar in the audience, no wonder the Fire Mercenary Group dared to hold a treasure appraisement meeting with such great fanfare.

    The pen is full of ink and lifelike, the ink painting is hazy in the mountains, surrounded by layers of clouds and mist, as if shrouded in a layer of light gauze, the low streams meandering, the mountains and forests towering green, restore a real Ancient Earth World.

    "Good painting!" I don't know who gave a big thumbs up.

    Many people started to talk about it and praised the painting.

    Lao Fang’s face was flushed, and he was extremely proud: “I am very fortunate to be able to get this painting. I invite everyone to come here today because I want to discuss the truth and the fake, and I invite everyone to appreciate it.”

    "Okay, okay, okay, Mr. Fang has good luck, congratulations, if you can get this painting, the Fire Mercenary Group will definitely improve to a higher level." Someone immediately complimented.

    Old Fang's modest courtesy: "Where, where, everyone, please identify first."

    Many people crowded to the front and surrounded the ink painting of mountains and greens to comment. None of them complimented each other.

    Huo Cheng looked cautiously at Feng Yan.

    Feng Yan nodded lightly and said with certainty, "It's really not genuine."

    His words immediately caused glares from others.

    "Stinky boy's milk smells dry, what nonsense?"

    Feng Yan calmly said: "I'm just telling the truth."

    Old Fang's face was calm and his eyes were gloomy: "This little friend, you can take medicine indiscriminately, but you can't talk nonsense, if you can't say one, two or three, don't blame me for being merciless. Face, brother Huo can't keep you."

    Feng Yan walked unhurriedly to the painting, pointed to the signature on it and talked eloquently: "This painting is really good, but it is a pity that a fake is a fake. In the Yuan Dynasty in ancient China, when the culture declined during that period, there were very few masterpieces handed down. In addition, the signatures on ancient calligraphy and paintings would only be the year number and year, and the year one, three or two years was written here, which is the biggest flaw.”

    "What do you know, go away, kid."

     "That is, the Yuan Dynasty, the signature, how come I've never heard of it."

    "You can talk nonsense, who knows if what you say is true or false."

    Several appraisal experts have accused the young man of being too arrogant. They can already confirm that this ink painting of mountains and blue is indeed authentic. The paper, handwriting, style of painting, all are antique. How can a child speak.

      It must be his fault if he insists on being black.

    Huo Cheng was nervous in his heart, for fear that Feng Yan would not be able to hold it back. If today's events spread, the Raging Fire Mercenary Group will definitely become famous, and I am afraid it will take some effort to deal with it.

    Feng Yan is confident: "In this case, some of you must know ancient characters. During the earth period, traditional characters were used in ancient times. It was not until the twentieth century, about two thousand years in the park, that people simplified the fonts."

    Someone nodded: "I do know about this, and the cultural world has already studied it."

    Feng Yan smiled with satisfaction, it was easy to do after researching, he took out the one-yuan coin he bought yesterday from his pocket: "Everyone, everyone should be familiar with the word above, the park. In 1322, before the simplified Chinese characters were born, I couldn't figure out how the age of the painting came from, so I'm sure that this is a fake, but if a fake can be made like this, it is worth a lot of money. , If you like it, you can buy it back for collection, but you don't have to give it away, so as not to be embarrassed."

    Someone thought about it and thought it made sense.

    Some people were not convinced, and immediately retorted: "How can you be sure that this one is a traditional Chinese character? You know, so far, even cultural experts have no conclusion about ancient characters."

    Some people strongly agree: "Yeah, you can't rely on one-sided words to make sure that the year number on the painting is wrong. After all, everyone in today's society does not understand traditional Chinese characters."

    Feng Yan replied eloquently: "The loss of ancient culture is very serious, but everyone should know the simple numbers. You can recall that the ancient books of the end of the world a thousand years ago, except for coins, all numbers, Whether their strokes are very simple, and the most four characters are only five strokes, which is easy to identify."

    Someone frowned and recalled carefully: "It seems that there is such a thing."

    There is also a sudden realization: "Why didn't I think of it." With a beginning, a reminder, there are many places that I didn't understand before, like opening a gap, thinking is getting clearer and clearer, various The inferences kept pouring into my mind.

      , most of which are provided by the Fire Mercenary Group.

    Old Fang was so angry that his face was ashen. He never imagined that a good treasure appraising conference would be ruined by a stinky boy.

    Feng Yan's words are well-founded, and even if some people want to argue, they can't find a reason.

    Huo Cheng was in a good mood, and he cared with dignity: "Don't be angry, Mr. Fang, it's just a fake, this time I missed it, next time I'll be more careful, if there is no appraiser, You can ask me for help."

      A major discovery.