A treasure-appraisal maniac

The old guys left and the auction officially began.

The starting price of 10,000 yuan is just a drop in the bucket for these bosses.

Even though they didn’t know whether it was an authentic piece or a fake, these people still rushed to bid.

Not for anything else, just to show off, oh no, it should be to show love.

Lu Fei sat down expressionlessly, quietly sent a text message to Chen Xiang, and then started fighting with Zhan Zhan Fo.

Five minutes later, the painting was sold for 60,000 yuan, and finally no one raised the price. Just when Xing Shuya was about to announce the deal, Chen Xiang stood up and quoted 62,000 yuan.

The beautiful woman showed her love and received a round of applause. In the end, the painting was successfully photographed by Chen Xiang.

After Chen Xiang paid, he handed the painting to Lu Fei.

This scene was clearly seen by the veterans, who collectively went crazy. ??

"Build the plank road in the open and secretly visit the warehouse, and the rags will fly. I'm drafting you, you are such a fucking thief."

"Damn it, I'm blind, I'm blind, how could I forget that that girl is in the same group as that turtle grandson of Baobao Fei!"

"It's a treasure, it's a big treasure. It can make Baoshao Fei'er do all the dirty tricks in Chencang. It's definitely a big treasure!"

"You bastard, you are so fucking deceptive."

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Lu Fei gave the old guys the weirdest evil smile, and they all rolled their eyes. A few of them who were not mentally competent were vomiting and foaming at the mouth and almost died.

"Hey, you stinky bastard, take out the painting and show it to me," Kong Jiaqi said.

"Haha, it's all in vain for you to see. You can't understand it with your eyesight."

"You bastard, how dare you look down on me?"

"What I'm telling you is the truth. Even Jin Buyao can't see it, let alone this painting. If your grandfather Kong Fanlong, Mr. Kong, he might be able to see it, but you can't!"

"ah--"

"How do you know my grandfather is...?"

"Hmph, I'm not an idiot."

The little overlord of Bianliang can be afraid of the existence of three-pointers and call the two old men uncle. Combined with this girl's hobbies and solid basic skills, it will be easy to judge her family.

Another thing that gives Lu Fei a headache is that Chen Xiang's family is definitely not inferior to the Kong family, or even worse.

There are only a handful of wealthy families in China that can surpass the Kong family, and it’s scary to think about it.

At this moment, Lu Fei even started to think of staying away from Chen Xiang.

"Boy, show me the painting!" Guan Haishan said.

"Haha, I think it's better to forget it. It would be too embarrassing if you couldn't see it either."

"You kid, please stop using your words against me. Fame, fame and fortune are nothing to me. I don't care. Take it out as soon as possible."

Despite Guan Haishan's harsh words, after unfolding the painting, an embarrassing scene still happened.

Guan Haishan took a magnifying glass and scanned inch by inch for half an hour. Even with tears streaming down his face, he still couldn't figure out the reason.

"The painting style of the Song Dynasty is correct, and the Chengxintang paper is also correct."

"The picture is smooth and layered. It should be the work of a famous artist, but whose work is this?"

Guan Haishan raised his head and saw Lu Fei's expression that he wanted to be beaten. He was very angry and started to argue loudly.

"Who presented this "Bamboo Grove Pavilion" as a birthday gift? Come here."

A middle-aged man with a big belly came over nervously, not knowing whether it was a blessing or a curse, and asked tremblingly.

"Old man, this, this painting is dedicated to me."

Guan Haishan asked with a straight face.

"Where did your painting come from?"

"Old man, yes, is there something wrong with this painting?"

"I asked you where this painting came from?"

The middle-aged man was sweating and said nervously.

"Back to the old man, this painting was collected from my home. It is definitely not stolen."

"This painting has been in their family for decades. I even saw it when I was a child."

"Ahem!"

Guan Haishan cleared his throat and said

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"Well, don't be nervous, I didn't say it was stolen goods."

"I just want to ask you, did your hair boy tell you whose painting this is?"

"I didn't tell you. This is a painting collected by his father. Didn't he explain it when he died?"

Yes, asking is equivalent to asking in vain, and there will be no proof.

Guan Haishan sent the middle-aged man away and said to Lu Fei with a dark face.

"You kid, don't pretend to be cool with me. I admit defeat. Please tell me whose work this is?"

Lu Fei smiled and said. ??

"Forget it, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear the excitement if I tell you."

"Stop talking nonsense, I can stand up and say it!"

Lu Fei looked at Guan Haishan, whose face was as sinking as water, then at the cannibals and Kong Jiaqi, who was looking forward to it, and smiled.

He stretched out his fingers and tapped lightly on one of the thousands of bamboo leaves as slender as needles in the moso bamboo forest.

Guan Haishan leaned down and looked over with a magnifying glass.

One second, two seconds

Five seconds later, Guan Haishan, the Gubo Boss and the Grand Master of Chinese History and Archeology, let out the most terrifying howl.

"ah--"

"Fan Kuan"

When the lanterns came on, the live auction was still going on, but Lu Fei escaped.

It's impossible to leave.

The owner of the painting "Bamboo Forest Pavilion" realized the value of the painting and regretted it, stamped his feet, beat his chest and cried loudly.

A group of old immortals from the Xiaonanmen Antique City surrounded Lu Fei and began to criticize him without any bottom line, beating him up and beating him bloody.

The most terrifying thing is Guan Haishan. This old man pulled Lu Fei Xiaozhi to reason and move him emotionally, and even used coercion and inducement to ask Lu Fei to donate the painting.

This is Fan Kuan’s painting!

Fan Kuan, Fan Kuan, Fan Kuan.

Important things must be said three times.

Fan Kuan was the most unusual painter in the Northern Song Dynasty. Not only did he have a weird temper, but he also had a bad habit of hiding money.

Lu Zigang is such a thief, he has nothing to do with this old guy.

But it is undeniable that every painting by Fan Kuan is priceless, and even the inventory of the old museum and the national museum is as small as a star.

After seeing Fan Kuan's authentic work today, Guan Haishan couldn't hold him any longer. He was almost like Hua Monk who smelled the scent of dog meat. He pulled Lu Fei back and refused to give up until he achieved his goal.

After all his efforts and with the help of Kong Jiaqi and Dou Zhanfo, Lu Fei got rid of Guanhai Mountain. How dare Lu Fei stay any longer.

As soon as she got back to her car, the door opened and long-legged Kong Jiaqi jumped up.

"I'm going home, why are you following me?" Lu Fei asked.

"I'll go to your house too."

"Why did you go to my house?"

"Hehe, Sister Chen Xiang said that your home is very big, so I plan to stay at your place for a few days."

After getting along with each other several times, this stinky bastard left a deep impression on Kong Jiaqi.

Like Chen Xiang, as her understanding deepened, Kong Jiaqi felt more and more unfathomable about Lu Fei.

Faced with Lu Fei, a mysterious man, Kong Jiaqi was curious and planned to reveal Lu Fei's secrets bit by bit. This process must be very exciting.

"What!"

"Are you mistaken? It's not appropriate for a man and a woman to live together in the same room. No, no, you should stay in a hotel!"

"What do you mean, stinky bastard? I just turned around and you didn't admit it, did you?" Kong Jiaqi pouted and said displeasedly.

"No, what the hell, I'm not afraid that spreading the word will damage your reputation."

"Stop talking nonsense, this girl is not afraid of you being afraid of a ball. Hurry up and drive."

Lu Fei shook his head helplessly.

A woman without talent is a virtue, a man with talent is a devil!

Lu Fei was in front, and Chen Xiang drove behind. The two cars slowly wandered through the streets of this ancient capital of eight dynasties.

The haze during the day has faded away, and the colorful neon lights are even more dazzling at night.

As they were walking, just as they were about to leave the old city, Lu Fei suddenly braked and stopped.