Peerless Happy Hand

The cold wind shook his head gently.

It would be fine if he didn't shake his head. The shaking of his head made everyone watching nervous immediately. He Zhongguang's old eyes flashed with anger and asked Han Feng in a deep voice: "Mr. Han, what do you mean?"

Han Feng stared at He Zhongguang fearlessly, and the title was gone: "Mr. He, if you want to know what it means, please find a room and I will tell you what I mean!"

He Zhongguang narrowed his eyes, and his anger made him deeper. His eyes turned a few times and slowly shot out a proud divine light. He suddenly laughed and said, "Hahaha, Mr. Han, if you have any good opinions, just say here in front of everyone. I have nothing to be ashamed of. No matter what you say, the people here can also be a witness!"

The cold wind looked cold and stared at He Zhongguang and asked in a deep voice: "Mr. He really wants me to say this here? Are you not afraid of regret?"

He Zhongguang was shocked and squinted his eyes and looked at Hanfeng carefully. After five seconds, his eyes also became cold: "Just, ask the people around him who know me, He Zhongguang, have I ever done something I regret? Young man, to say something unpleasant, I eat more salt than you eat, don't be self-righteous if you can see the authenticity of a painting. If you want me to regret it, I may have to do the next life!"

"Hahaha..." A burst of unrestrained sneer sounded from around, and the ones who laughed the loudest were He Chun and the fat man.

Han Feng didn't say anything, and when the sneer stopped gradually, he said slowly: "Don't laugh so proudly for now. If you can still laugh after listening to me, I will apologize to Mr. He in public and leave the antique business forever!"

Han Feng's words were loud and loud. Although there were still a few people laughing at each other, most people had already begun to feel that this young man was not joking, so they stopped talking and waited for Han Feng's following.

Han Feng looked at some effects and began to say: "As we all know, Yuan blue and white porcelain was a pioneer of the excessive white porcelain to color porcelain, and there were very few in the world, and every piece that could be circulated to the present is priceless. Therefore, from the Ming, Qing, Republic of China, and now, counterfeits have been constantly appearing. If you are not careful, you will be beaten by counterfeits. The losses are extremely huge. Many people even lost their money because they bought counterfeits, and some people committed suicide because they could not bear the financial loss and mental blow! You are all colleagues in the collection industry. I believe everyone knows a lot of such stories?"

Hanfeng stopped to look around and saw him. He Zhongguang's face had become very ugly. He was so angry that his face turned pale. He stared at Hanfeng and asked in a deep voice: "Hanfeng, don't you say these things at my exhibition?"

Han Feng asked in confusion: "Mr. He, didn't you tell me? I will talk about the artifact you treasured immediately. Don't worry, very soon." After saying that, he ignored He Zhongguang and continued: "According to the information of the Palace Museum, in recent years, a large number of high-quality imitations of Yuan blue and white porcelain have suddenly appeared on the market. These high-quality imitations of porcelain, whether they are painters or underwear, or even the interior is exactly the same as the genuine ones. In my impression, I once identified a plum vase of Yuan blue and white porcelain. I wonder if all the collectors have had similar experiences?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the surroundings immediately became turbulent. Some people were amazed, some were indifferent, but some people began to be anxious!

One of the old voices suddenly asked loudly, "Why did you identify such high imitations? What are the different characteristics of authentic products? Can you give me some advice?"

The cold wind looked over and saw that this person was an old man, who was about seventy years old, with all the white hair and beard, energetic, and very strange.

Han Feng smiled at the old man and said, "This old man asked well, this high imitation cannot be distinguished from the appearance."

When everyone heard this, they were even more talkative. One of the tall men asked, "So, no one can identify such high imitations except Mr. Han?"

Hanfeng smiled and said, "Haha, of course not. Everything in the world cannot be true or false. Even if he does it almost perfectly, he will still leave some clues of fraud.

Other identification methods are relatively complicated and difficult to master, but one thing is that ordinary people can distinguish. This person who makes Yuan blue and white high imitation must be a very talented master. However, no one wants to let the things he has worked hard to make know, and he must have his own mark. Just as those famous figures, even if they are bad things done by evil people, will leave their marks. This master of production has also left his mark on every thing he has made!”

The cold wind's mark was said, and the request to tell him to say what the mark was deafening. Everyone's emotions began to get excited, staring at the cold wind without blinking, hoping that he would solve his doubts soon! The old man looked at the cold wind with a smile on his beard, waiting to listen to the following words of the cold wind.

The urgent voices of the cold wind and other people stopped, and then they said: "The high imitation of Yuan blue and white porcelain that has emerged in recent years is all from one person. This man's surname is Ma, and the character horse is hidden in all the high imitation porcelain! Moreover, the character horse is not traditional in ancient times, but modern simplified Chinese. I believe everyone is very familiar with it, haha."

“Where?”

"Yes, where is it hidden?"

Because the matter was mentioned at the key point, after a few people asked, the entire venue became silent.

He Zhongguang began to feel something was wrong. Although he was an old ginger, he couldn't help but be moved when he heard this.

Han Feng said: "This mark is on the inner wall of the porcelain belly, close to the inside of the opening, and you can't see it just like this."

"Damn, how can I prove what I can't see? This kid is just talking nonsense." Zhang Chao, a fat man standing next to He Zhongguang, immediately began to sarcastically, feeling that he could seize the handle of Han Feng.

He Chun naturally would not miss such an opportunity. After Zhang Chao finished speaking, he also said: "My cousin is right. I think he will only exaggerate and use such a false concept to hype. Hanfeng, are you crazy about becoming famous? Hahahaha."

Han Feng stared at the two guys who sang double acts and sneered, then asked Zhang Chao coldly: "Do you want me to prove it to you?"

In order to give He Chun a breath, Zhang Chao must rush forward. When he heard Han Feng asking himself, he said proudly: "Of course I think this idea is not just me, but everyone present also wants to see if what you said is true, are you right?"

"Yes!" The echoes are earth-shaking!

Hanfeng nodded, and looked at Zhang Chao and asked, "It's easy to prove it, but you have to bear it."

Zhang Chao was stunned: "I want me to bear it, what do you mean?"

Han Feng said lightly: "I mean to smash a fake product to prove it to you, so you will believe it."

Zhang Chao changed his color and said, "What did you say! I smash a fake product, there is a fake product there? Explain it clearly to me!"

Han Feng stared at Zhang Chao and said mercilessly: "Don't you always boast about bringing ten Yuan blue and white pieces to the exhibition this time? I'll smash one of your Yuan blue and white pieces to prove it to you!"

"Huh? What's going on?" Everyone who heard Han Feng's words was shocked! He Zhongguang's face was cold. Now people's attention had shifted from him to Zhang Chao. His eyes turned a few times and he whispered to He Chun. He Chun nodded immediately and quietly withdrew from the crowd...

Zhang Chao couldn't believe his ears. He was worried that he would hear it wrong, so he said to Hanfeng: "Say it again."

Han Feng just smiled indifferently: "You know, how about it? Do you still want to see it now?"

Zhang Chao's face slowly turned blue and white, and he gritted his teeth to Hanfeng, saying, "Hanfeng, you must pay the price for what you said just now. There is no problem with smashing a piece of porcelain for you, but what I want to know is, what if you can't prove that it is fake after you smash it?"

Hanfeng asked with a smile: "What do you want to do if you say you want to do?"

Zhang Chao turned around and looked at his ten Yuan blue and white pieces placed in the glass cabinet, then turned around and looked at Han Feng and said, "Each of my ten Yuan blue and white pieces is priceless. Which one are you going to smash?"

Hanfeng looked at the glass cabinet and said to Zhang Chao: "You can choose one. If you want, I can smash all ten of your items!"

Not to mention Zhang Chao, even those who are watching think that this kid is definitely not mentally ill. The proportion of the only ten pieces of porcelain, even if there is one fake, is quite high. Just imagine, is one-tenth of the fake proportion worthless? What's more, now they actually say that all the Yuan blue and white porcelains are fake!

With this impression, many people have begun to doubt Han Feng, thinking that this person is probably just a boastful person. Believing in him is equivalent to insulting his IQ!

Zhang Chao was angry at this time. His eyes were already showing murderous intent and asked in a deep voice: "What the hell are you saying? What do you mean is that my ten Yuan blue and white pieces are all fake?"

Han Feng said contemptuously: "Of course, why would I ask you to choose one of them and smash it for me?"

Zhang Chao actually calmed down magically and said, "Then how about we have a good bet?"

Hanfeng asked: "How to bet, draw the way down"

Zhang Chao thought about it and stretched out his two fingers to look at Han Feng without saying anything. Han Feng frowned and asked, "Two million?"

Zhang Chao shook his head and Han Feng: "Twenty million?"

Zhang Chao asked aloud: "Do you dare?"

The onlookers began to exclaim bursts of amazement.

Han Feng shook his head and before he could speak, there was a constant "cutting" sound around him!

After people had despised enough, Han Feng touched his chin and said, "Twenty million is too little, how about fifty million?"

Zhang Chao burst into cold sweat from his forehead amid the people's screams. He heard the cold wind say he bet 50 million.