A treasure-appraisal maniac

Lu Fei came to Feng Ji's old shop to buy a brocade box, but the shopkeeper fell in love with the blue and white cricket jar in his hand.

He also reported his home address and said it was an old shop of the Feng family, one of the four major collecting families, which surprised Lu Fei.

"Are you the Feng family's shop?" Lu Fei asked.

"That's right, in all the antique markets in Yangcheng, all those with the guise of "Feng Ji" are our Feng family's stores."

"And this old store is Feng Ji's main store."

"I'm Feng Zhanpeng, the counter at the main store." Feng Zhanpeng said proudly.

Lu Fei nodded slightly.

"Please ask Shopkeeper Feng to help me get the brocade box. I'm still in a hurry."

Hold!

Feng Zhanpeng's heart is filled with thousands of horses galloping.

I've been pretending for a long time, but you can give me some reaction!

What's going on with this lukewarm thing!

"Sir, I just said that if you want to sell this cricket jar, we, Feng Ji, are willing to pay a high price for it. What do you think?"

"Not for sale."

"puff"

"Sir, are you thinking about it?"

"Your replica of the Xuande cricket jar from the Republic of China will only give you 10,000 yuan at most elsewhere. How about I pay 20,000 yuan?"

"What imitation?"

"This is obviously the real Xuande blue and white cricket jar, okay?" Wang Xinyi said unhappily.

"Beauty, please stop joking. The Xuande cricket jar has not been handed down in its entirety."

"There isn't even one from the old collection. The similar cricket jars among the people are all high imitations from the Republic of China."

"My offer of 20,000 yuan is definitely a fair price."

"Shopkeeper Feng, you don't need to waste any more words. Whether it's genuine or a high imitation, I won't sell it," Lu Fei said.

Feng Zhanpeng gritted his teeth, slapped his thigh hard and said.

"I'm willing to go all out. Who made me like this thing?"

"I'll give you twenty-five thousand yuan, what do you think?"

Lu Fei frowned slightly and said displeasedly.

"Why are you such a jerk!

"

"Don't you understand when I say I won't sell?"

"Hurry"

Just as he was talking, Lu Fei's cell phone rang, and Lu Fei didn't say the rest of his words.

He took out his cell phone and looked at it. The caller turned out to be one of his old apprentices, Xue Taihe, a great doctor.

"Old Xue, what's the matter?"

He used to be called Mr. Xue, but now he is a master. It is obviously a little out of place to be called Mr. Xue, so Lu Fei changed his name to Lao Xue.

"Hello, teacher." Xue Taihe said respectfully on the other side of the phone.

"Hello teacher," Lu Fei's scalp went numb and goosebumps broke out all over his body.

"Don't talk nonsense, tell me something."

"oh oh!"

"Master, do you have any solution for leukemia?" Xue Taihe asked.

"leukemia?"

"Who has leukemia?"

"It's Zhong Haiyang's son-in-law who has leukemia."

"This young man has contracted this disease in his early thirties. Moreover, this young man is in a special situation. Two bone marrow transplants failed. Old Zhong is about to die."

"We've all seen it, and we're helpless!"

"Master, do you have any ideas?"

"That young man is so pitiful!" Xue Taihe said excitedly.

Lao Zhong, of course, is talking about Academician Zhong Haiyang.

Although they met for the first time, Zhong Haiyang and Lu Fei broke up on bad terms.

But later Zhong Haiyang took the initiative to apologize, and this article has long been over.

After several subsequent contacts, Lu Fei had a certain understanding of Zhong Haiyang's medical skills and character.

Apart from being a little proud, the old guy is still a very nice person.

Therefore, when something happened to Zhong Haiyang's family, Lu Fei couldn't just sit back and watch.

"Don't worry, Lao Xue, I have a solution for this."

"Are you worried over there?"

"I am in Yangcheng on business now. If you are in a hurry, I will rush back right away."

"If there's no rush, I'll be delayed for up to five days. Do you think that's okay?"

"Yangcheng?"

"Master, are you in Yangcheng?" Xue Taihe asked in surprise.

"Yes!"

"That's great, master. Lao Zhong's son-in-law is at Yangcheng No. 1 Hospital. Do you have time now?"

"If you have time, we will pick you up right away."

"You don't need to pick me up. I'll take a taxi there myself and call you when I get to the hospital."

"That's great, we'll be waiting for you at the hospital."

Seeing Lu Fei hang up the phone, the anxious Feng Zhanpeng came over again.

"Young man, how about I give you 30,000 for a fixed price?"

Lu Fei was in a hurry to go to the hospital to help and had no time to follow him.

After saying no, he took Wang Xinyi and walked out.

Feng Zhanpeng had long recognized the extraordinary nature of the cricket jar in Lu Fei's hand.

The big fat sheep was brought to you, how could you let the fat sheep run away again?

Feng Zhanpeng stepped forward to block Lu Fei, slapped him and said.

"My friend, I can give you 50,000 yuan."

"You have to think clearly, fifty thousand yuan is not a small amount of money. It has almost reached the ceiling of value."

Lu Fei glared and said loudly.

"Are you sick?"

"Can't you understand Mandarin?"

"I told you not to sell it."

Lu Fei was displeased, and Feng Zhanpeng's face also darkened.

"Boy, you've been holding a cricket jar here for a long time and refused to take action. Are you kidding me?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Fei and Wang Xinyi were stunned at the same time.

Wang Xinyi frowned slightly and said coldly.

"You are so unreasonable!"