After Being Knocked Into The Air By The School Belle, I Gou Became The Richest Man In The World

You made such a big detour just to express this to me?

cut!

What is Zuo Bing is not something I can handle?

If I let her know that I and Zuo Bing are short of the last line of defense, I really don't know what she will think?

Forget it, let this self-righteous high school flower get complacent, right?

Chen Fan came to Baibaozhai.

Seeing him coming, Zuo Handong said excitedly, "Little brother, come on, please sit inside."

"Let me introduce to you, these are all bigwigs in the antique circle."

There are six or seven people sitting in the store, and these people look like big bosses.

Someone is wearing a Tang suit, holding Xingyue Bodhi in his hand.

Someone was wearing walnuts, combing his hair back, looking like a big man.

Seeing Zuo Handong calling Chen Fan over, everyone was taken aback, and quickly frowned, "Mr. Zuo, what do you mean?"

"Just such a little kid here to help everyone palm eyes?"

"What are you kidding?"

"When we were playing in this industry, he probably wasn't even a tadpole."

...

Several people expressed disdain, Zuo Han said, "Hey, you can't say that."

"Learning has no seniority, the capable one is the teacher."

"Chen Fan is an excellent student of Jiangzhou University. Although we entered the industry earlier, he is a professional!"

"It doesn't hurt to let him see."

"Okay, let President Zuo take a look for his sake, and open his eyes."

A man in his fifties and wearing a long gown responded contemptuously.

This man's dress is very interesting. He also wears a long gown on a hot day and holds two gourds in his hands.

It feels a lot like an ancient treasurer.

On the table in Baibaozhai is an antique, about forty centimeters high.

"Little brother, this is the treasure."

"Just now we all studied it for a long time, but we didn't see what it looked like. Help me take a look."

Chen Fan just glanced at it casually, and immediately a line of information popped up in front of him: Folk Kiln in 1996.

But Zuo Handong told himself that this is from the Jin Dynasty.

Chen Fan didn't make a conclusion immediately, but picked up the jar and looked it over carefully.

Although I can't see the way, but from a layman's point of view, this thing is indeed the same as the real thing.

The whole jar has an air of simplicity, as if it really existed for thousands of years.

But he trusts the information he sees with his own eyes, not

Said that this jar must have been made old on purpose, but the level of old-fashioned is so high that all the people present were mistaken.

Zuo Handong asked, "Little brother, how are you doing? Can you see anything?"

Chen Fan shook his head, "It's a fake made in 1996."

"Are you kidding me?"

The long-clothed man who spoke just now stood up, "So many of us can't see it, why do you say that he is a fake imitated in 1996?"

"Yeah, do you have a basis for saying that?"

Another man in Tang suit asked unwillingly.

Because they agreed that it was something from the Jin Dynasty, but Chen Fan said it was a fake from 1996.

"You can also believe what a yellow-mouthed kid says, I don't think he understands anything."

"Regardless of whether this baby is real or not, why does he think it's from 1996 and still say it so accurately?"

"Yup!"

Zuo Handong was also a little puzzled.

No matter how powerful the person is, they can only see the approximate age, but Chen Fan insists that this is a copy of 1996.

This really stumped Chen Fan, could he tell these people that his eyes have special functions?

Seeing that everyone was suspicious, he shook his head,

Let's put it on!

The more sophisticated you are in this industry, the more convincing you are.

He glanced at everyone indifferently, "I can only tell you that it is an imitation of 1996, and it is up to you if you insist on treating it as a treasure."

"Anyway, I don't lose my money."

"..."

Everyone froze.

Chen Fan said, "You are all leaders in this industry, why should I make some things so clear?"

He pointed to more than a dozen antiques placed on the shelves of Baibaozhai, "from the early Southern Song Dynasty."

"This is from the Qianlong period."

"This is from the Wenjing period of the Han Dynasty."

"This is Qinghua porcelain from the Yuan Dynasty."

"..."

Explaining the origins of these antiques one by one, everyone was stunned.

This kid really has a few brushes, and he can scan out the origin of these things at a glance.

They are all Zuo Handong's friends, and they know exactly what treasures Zuo Handong has here.

The circle is so big, whoever accepts a treasure today will spread the word in the circle immediately.

What Chen Fan said was not bad at all, could it be that a few of us really got it wrong?

At this moment, Zuo Handong answered a phone call, "Mmm, yes, I see."

After hanging up the phone, he said to everyone, "Now it has been confirmed that it is indeed a modern imitation."

For the sake of safety, Zuo Handong deliberately sent the jar to the authoritative department for appraisal.

Unexpectedly, experts from authoritative departments also said that this is a recent imitation.

The time should be around 1990 or so, and he couldn't tell the specifics.

Then everyone looked at Chen Fan in a daze, "Is he really right?"

Thinking of Chen Fan telling the origin of these antiques from Baibaozhai just now, they couldn't help admiring them.

After all, so many people have studied it for such a long time, only Chen Fan can see it.

"Boy, you are awesome!"

The middle-aged man in Tang suit gave him a thumbs up.

"Little brother, come to my store if you have time."

The other party handed over a business card and extended an invitation to Chen Fan.

The man in the long gown also said, "I welcome you too, come and visit when you have time."

The people who were indifferent just now became enthusiastic one by one.

They handed over their business cards one after another, and Chen Fan was humble enough to keep their business cards away.

"Mr. Zuo, excuse me."

After the few people left, Zuo Handong said excitedly, "Little brother, I still have a treasure here, please help me palm my eyes."

Zuo Handong went upstairs and took out a rectangular box.

This is a painting and calligraphy work.

The box is plain, nothing special.

Zuo Handong opened the box and took out the scroll.

It was a particularly delicate picture scroll, more than one meter long and about eighty centimeters wide.

Zuo Handong said, "I spent more than 8,000 yuan to get this back. It should be genuine, but I always feel that something is wrong."

Chen Fan took a closer look, and two different messages popped up in front of him.

In 1756, Zheng Xie.

In 1938, Huang Yu'an.

Chen Fan didn't know who Huang Yu'an was, he was probably not very well-known.

But the name Zheng Xie startled him.

When the scroll was opened, it was just an ordinary landscape painting, and the inscription on it was Huang Yu'an.

From an outsider's point of view, the painting is not bad.

What puzzled Chen Fan was why two different messages popped up in one painting?

Chen Fan couldn't figure it out, after all, this was the first time he encountered such a difficult thing since he had magical abilities.

"I have to take a closer look!"

Chen Fan moved closer and watched carefully.