Countryside Magic Doctor

He Feng nodded and walked in.

As soon as he got in, Liu Bo, who had just made it in the back row in the distance, looked at the scene behind him. He didn't expect he Feng to come in so easily. He was looking at the bodyguards.

There are also several beautiful women in cheongsam.

He was making an invitation there. He was shocked and stunned at once. Was it that some invisible big men were looked down upon by themselves?

"Just sit down!" He Feng said after glancing at the lobby.

But the maid who led the way before the meeting hurriedly said, "Sir, the following are prepared for ordinary guests. You are a supreme member. You should go up there. There are private rooms specially prepared for you, and you can personally appreciate each collection at a close distance..."

"Oh, there are such advantages!" He Feng said quietly in his heart, "then let's go and have a look!"

After that, he followed the maid's footsteps and walked inside, up the stairs to the second floor. He Feng is not allowed to enter the box on the left. There are only two boxes, one left and one right.

The one nearby is shuttling the things the maid is packing.

Presumably no one went in and followed the maid's footsteps. He Feng only saw that there were several antique master chairs in front of him. After a layer of gauze curtain next to him, someone was playing a lute. Through the half hidden gauze curtain, he could vaguely see that it was a woman.

On the table, the sandalwood incense burner Zheng was emitting green smoke continuously, the smell of incense was splashed in the room, and all kinds of snacks were placed on the table. Just sitting down, there were a row of waitresses outside the door, holding a tray to quickly shuttle back and forth, serving tea for he Feng and others.

"This treatment is not bad!" He Feng said with a smile after looking around.

After that, he looked forward. With a layer of railing in front of him, he could see every move below. The whole hall was entered. There was a feeling of looking at the mountains. Moreover, due to the perspective, the people above could see every move below, but the people below could not see anything above, which just guaranteed He Feng's privacy.

This made he Feng very satisfied.

Liu Bo did not intend to retaliate against He Feng at this time. The other party went up to the second floor, and there were only two supreme boxes on the second floor. It is certain that the other party's identity is not rich or expensive. His father is just a red stick. It is also a good job to mix, but he is still not comparable to the people who can enter the supreme box. I don't intend to have a conflict with He Feng, because he is not a fool and knows that this will only harm but not benefit him.

But he didn't intend to trouble He Feng, but someone planned to.

The auction is about half an hour away from the beginning. Although it has been prepared, the field is busy, and people are coming from the following seats. However, it is still some time before the opening of the auction, and he Feng is not idle. He said to the maid on the other side: "Let me have a look at the antiques participating in the auction one by one..."

"Yes." the maid nodded, turned and began to prepare.

Not long ago, a dozen people came in. Everyone held a tray in their hands. On the tray was an antique packed in a glass cover, which was placed on the Bogu shelf next to them. Not long ago, the empty Bogu shelf.

It's a dazzling array of collections.

He Feng is dazzled. There are both Ming and Qing porcelain and calligraphy and painting jade. The pair of bracelets Xing Yuanyuan worked for this time are also placed here and placed in the center of the Bogu shelf. It is obvious that it is the center of the auction, a pair of green bracelets.

Whether it is kind, color or material, it is a high-quality product. In addition, the strong pulp wrapping, exquisite workmanship and the vicissitudes left by history all highlight his value. The price of hundreds of millions is easy.

But this pair of bracelets can cost hundreds of millions in quality alone.

What's more, it has a strong historical accumulation?

"Will there be fake goods with so many things?" Xing Yuanyuan asked with a smile at He Feng.

He Feng nodded and said, "there must be some, both true and false. The technology of counterfeiting in the world is changing with each passing day, and the masters in charge of identification always punch holes. It's hard to guarantee that there will be no identification error. This is really normal!"

When the voice fell, he Feng stretched out his hand, pointed to the seemingly valuable calligraphy and painting and said, "just like this word, it seems to be true, but in fact, it is a fake, a high imitation fake. It's confusing the fake with the real!"

"How do you know he's fake?" Xing Yuanyuan asked.

He Feng said bluntly, "it's very simple, just intuition!"

Well, he Feng certainly won't judge whether a thing is true or false because of his own perception. What he relies on is nothing more than his own spiritual consciousness.

Because the antiques over the years often have some residual breath, which can be sensed. He Feng uses this to judge the authenticity of cultural relics. Of course, he can't say so. After all, there are still outsiders nearby. If he really says so, he is afraid that he will be treated as a fool or a madman.

So he chose to prevaricate like this. Anyway, he just fooled the past. As for others, he didn't intend to say more. He wasn't an antique appraisal or collector. He had a lot of antiques, but he wasn't really interested in this thing, such as the painting.

He didn't even know his name or the author. If you really theorize, you'll be laughed off.

When he Feng said that the cultural relic was false, the maid next to him disdained it. He Feng was an ordinary person who wanted to win the attention of the women next to him. He pretended to understand in order to attract the attention of the women next to him. Talking loudly was actually a straw bag.

Well, he's right to think so.

Who made he Feng behave so suspiciously that he didn't even say the specific truth or falsehood when he spoke. He just said it was intuition. Based on this, we can conclude that he was a charlatan who mixed food and drink. If he hadn't had money, he would have been expelled from the auction.

Moreover, each antique participating in the auction can not be placed on the stage casually, but after round after round of screening and careful identification of one appraisal master after another. The young man with empty white teeth and no hair on his mouth arbitrarily concluded that it was a fake. Where did it put the faces of those identification masters and experts?

That's too arrogant.