I saw the hidden message at the beginning, I sent the school beauty to jail

PS: The order of chapters 56 and 57 is reversed, and has been revised!!

"You want to teach me a lesson? Seriously?"

"Of course, do you think I'm here to make trouble?"

"Don't I know you, kid? Are you thinking about Xiaoxue again? You're useless."

Zhang Feng had a look of disappointment, he knew his son too well.

But Lin Xue was the daughter of his best friend, and he had no other choice but to restrict Zhang Song from looking for her.

"Miss her? Sorry, I won't think about her anymore. Lin Xue will regret it later."

"Regret what?"

"I regret not choosing me. Now she ignores me. I will definitely not be able to reach her in the future."

"Son, are you possessed? Or are you sick?"

Zhang Song opened the hand that was touching his forehead and said dissatisfiedly: "Dad, do you look down on me so much?"

"I don't look down on you, but I don't know what level you are at? Stop making trouble."

"If you really want to learn well, come to the store tomorrow and I will find a master to teach you."

"Dad, are you scared?"

Zhang Song laughed, and his proud expression made Zhang Feng confused.

He didn't understand. What was there to be proud of? Could it be that he really changed overnight?

This is impossible in the antique business.

"Xiaosong, stop messing around, okay?"

"I'm going to tell everyone that your store has inflated prices and sells fakes."

"What? How did you know?"

Zhang Feng suddenly felt something was wrong. Fakes were fine, but which antique shop didn't have some fakes? How did he know that the prices were inflated?

"Xiao Li, what antiques did he say just now?"

"Nine-fold Emperor Song Tong Bao, Qing Dynasty purple robe jade belt carving, Ming Dynasty Xuande furnace."

Hearing this, Zhang Feng asked, "Xiao Song, what did you see?"

"Dad, you sold a 500-yuan Nine-fold Emperor Song Tong Bao for 880,000 yuan. It's a shame. The Ming Dynasty Xuande furnace is a replica of the Republic of China, but you insisted it was from the Ming Dynasty. There is also a Qing Dynasty purple robe jade carving inkstone. The price is too high."

"Of course, there are still many problems in our store. Dad, do you need me to give you more? In case you forget it because of your poor memory."

Zhang Feng was stunned, but just a moment ago, he was nervous and his eyes trembled.

"Xiao Li, you can get off work. I'll give you a day off today."

"Oh... OK, boss, I'll leave then."

Soon, only the father and son were left in the store.

Looking at each other, Zhang Feng asked tentatively: "Son, when did you learn to appraise treasures?"

"I learned it when I had nothing to do. There is no need to promote it."

"Then why did you show your ability to appraise treasures only now?"

"Dad, I didn't want to show it either. I'm not interested in this thing, but you look down on me."

"After thinking about it, I still want to prove my strength and rectify the industry by the way."

"No, rectify the industry? How to rectify it?"

"Of course, expose some shady things in our store."

"Xiaosong, you are crazy. Not to mention that you are breaking the unspoken rules of the industry and becoming a public enemy, you can't mess up your own industry, right?"

"That won't work. I must kill my relatives for the sake of justice to set the record straight, otherwise I won't be able to stand firm."

Zhang Feng was confused. He had a filial son of the highest level?

The daily expenses of the entire family, including food, drink, and defecation, were all supported by Songtao Pavilion.

Is this kid crazy?

But he changed his mind and still didn't believe that he was really proficient in antique appraisal.

He must be dissatisfied with the discipline, so he deliberately angered himself.

After thinking this through, he calmed down again.

"Son, I know you best. Are you unhappy because I scolded you before?"

"I'm doing this for your own good."

"If you really feel uncomfortable, then work hard. I'll let the best master teach you antique knowledge, but you can't fool around."

"Dad, why are you so stubborn and stubborn?"

"What do you mean? Xiaosong, stop it. I warn you, if you mess up the store, our whole family will have to starve."

Zhang Song now regards Lin Feng as a god. As he expected, his father doesn't believe that he is proficient in treasure appraisal at all, and thinks he is fooling around.

It's time to surprise him and make him speechless.

This kid is also a talent. He smiled faintly and said, "Dad, I won't give up until I see the Yellow River. Okay, I'll let you see my true strength."

He walked straight to the shelf, picked up a porcelain bowl, and said, "The blue and white porcelain from the Ming Dynasty is counterfeited to the blue and white porcelain from the Yuan Dynasty. The price difference is hundreds of thousands."

"The jade horse made of modern jade is obviously a handicraft. You sell it as a jade product from the Qing Dynasty. It's too black."

"Bai Huang Gongjin Tianzi Wannian Pen, the imperial pen during the reign of Emperor Kangxi of the Qing Dynasty, if it is really priceless, Dad, you should find a more reliable factory to make the counterfeit. You see, it's full of flaws. You sell a 100-yuan item for 200,000 yuan?"

"And this painting, ""Qing Qianlong Neifu Zhai Tu", you marked it here for 20 million yuan, aren't you telling others that it's fake? Emperor Yongzheng's handwritten painting, you just put it up for sale casually? Is it possible?"

Zhang Song was appraising it while observing his father's expression, and his mood became more and more excited.

That face was as dark as if he had eaten dichlorvos.

His limbs were trembling slightly, his eyes were full of fear, anxiety, confusion, and all kinds of emotions were intertwined.

It was exactly the same as Mr. Lin's estimate.

He had completely let go, and all his concerns disappeared.

"Fortunately, I finally saw a genuine thing, but the price seems to be cheap."

Zhang Feng was startled and asked quickly: "Xiaosong, what do you mean?"

"Dad, the master in your store is not good either. The Qing Qianlong Doucai Eight Treasure Plate starts at at least 2 million yuan, and you marked it for 200,000 yuan? Charity?"

"Ah. . This. . I. . ”

“Dad, you wouldn’t sell it as a fake, would you?”

Zhang Song was shocked, because he really thought the plate was a fake.

“Look, you should be kind when doing business. You will pay for what you have done sooner or later.”

After Zhang Song finished speaking, he was ready to continue appraising the treasure, but was stopped by Zhang Feng.

“Xiao Song, tell me honestly, have you been to any remote places recently? Or encountered any weird things?”

“No? Why do you ask?”

“I suspect you are possessed by a ghost. So, I will take you to the temple to find a master to take a look.”

“Oh my god, Dad, I think you are abnormal, right?”

“I am normal, but why do you suddenly know how to appraise treasures? This is very wrong.”

“Dad, compared to this, I think you should find a way to adjust some fakes and products with false prices as soon as possible. If it doesn’t work, I can give you some guidance, free of charge. "

Zhang Song was stunned, and after a long time he sat down on the chair beside him.

The nervous and doubtful eyes suddenly burst into a gleam of light.

"Son, you are really my good son, our Songtao Pavilion has a successor,"

However, Zhang Song's face became serious, and he said seriously: "Dad, I am not kidding you, the ice is not formed in a day, if someone really takes it seriously, we will be skinned alive if we don't die. "