Almighty Appraiser

Chapter 26
Facing the sudden anger of his second uncle, Song Zhong guessed that something must be wrong, wanted to ask but felt that the timing was wrong, so he stopped talking.

"Yeah," said with a lowered hand, "Second Uncle, don't be angry, I'll remember."

He glanced at Shen Yunfeng fiercely, and said again, "Be a man with your tail between your legs!"

After finishing speaking, he walked towards the back of Bogu shelf.

Soon, there was the sound of sweeping the ground.

Song Yijiang's face was still full of anger, seeing that Song Zhong did what he said, and stopped in a daze for a while, then looked at Shen Yunfeng, the corner of his mouth twitched, and said lightly: "Master Shen, please. "

Pointing to a chair next to the counter.

Then, ignoring Shen Yunfeng again, he walked to a position near the door with his hands behind his back, sat on a chair, picked up the thread-bound book that had been half-turned yesterday, and looked down.

Shen Yunfeng glanced at the chair, did not sit down, but stood behind the counter, and began to study the small objects in the counter.

The most urgent task is to "identify" the antiques in the store through the ancient books in his body, so as to supplement what he has learned.

Of course, Shen Yunfeng never tires of the comfortable and beneficial feeling brought to the body when the ancient books absorb the simple atmosphere from the antiques.

Opening the counter, looking slowly at the antiques inside, and slowly stroking each antique with his fingers, Shen Yunfeng seemed to be able to hear the sound of ancient books flipping in his mind, as well as the feedback information.

In less than two hours, Shen Yunfeng took a look at all the antiquities displayed in the counter.

Of course, Shen Yunfeng also felt that through his fingers, the ancient books sucked away the simple atmosphere of these antiques.

In the meantime, Shen Yunfeng went to the bathroom and saw Song Zhong squatting down to wipe the Kung Fu tea table, because he didn't have enough space, so he waited for a while.

Hearing the sound of footsteps coming from behind, Song Zhong turned his head and took a look. Seeing that it was Shen Yunfeng, he stood up abruptly, threw the rag into the basin with a "snap", and stood aside.

Leave a distance that can only be passed sideways.

Shen Yunfeng didn't care at all, with a playful smile on the corner of his mouth, he didn't even look at Song Zhong who had a bad face, and walked over sideways.

The morning passed very slowly, because there were not many customers coming to the door, after Shen Yunfeng handled all the antiques in the counter, he began to look through the antique appreciation books in the store.

Before he got the ancient books, he had already developed the habit of reading books with rich experience. Now even if it is because of the ancient books, he can easily "identify" any antiques he handled, but the same sentence, at any time, Shen Yunfeng is the first Think of it, or believe in yourself.

The items placed on the counter were all small items, and they were not very old, so, for nearly two hours, Shen Yunfeng felt that the ancient books in his body had an unfinished meaning.

It's like, a hungry person wants to prepare a full meal, but finds that the food that seems to be full of plates and bowls is actually not eaten at all.Looking up at Song Yijiang who was sitting at the door and flipping through the book, Shen Yunfeng's eyes fell on the large and small boxes on the cabinet behind him.

The boxes of different sizes contained the antiques that Liang Jinyan and Song Yijiang had discussed together, which were more expensive than those on the shelf and on the counter.

Moved by his thoughts, Shen Yunfeng reached out to touch the top of the cabinet.

"What are you going to do?"

He half stretched out his hand, and a frosty voice came from beside his ear.

With the word "again", Shen Yunfeng couldn't help but think of the scene yesterday when Song Yijiang scolded him when he was going to get the bronze tripod on the Bogu shelf.

"What am I doing, do I still need to report to you?"

Shen Yunfeng turned around slowly and looked at Song Yijiang.

There was a hint of disdain on his handsome face.

"Snapped!"

Song Yijiang threw the threaded book in his hand on the table next to him, picked up the teacup and slowly blew off the tea foam on it, took a sip slowly, then looked up at Shen Yunfeng, and said calmly: "Shen Yunfeng, you should know What are the things in those boxes, like you are so sloppy in doing things, eager for quick success, or listen to my advice, don't try to eat it and become a fat man."

"Oh?"

"According to Master Song, are you doing this for my own good?"

Shen Yunfeng raised the corner of his mouth and looked at Song Yijiang, "Everyone knows the rules set by Boss Liang. Even if you are an apprentice, if you want to study the antiques on the first floor, there is no problem. Now, I want to take it off and have a look. It violates Which shop rule?"

"Master Song, you keep saying that I am sloppy in doing things, but you are talking about whether I smashed the antiques in the store, or dirty the boss' calligraphy and painting?"

"Or is it that I mistakenly accepted a counterfeit and caused Hengxing to suffer losses?"

Cold words spit out from Shen Yunfeng's mouth one after another.

"you"

"It's just a villain's success, I don't know why!"

Song Yijiang's lips trembled a few times, trying to continue to put on a mature and prudent look, but the expression on his face had already betrayed him.

The teacup in his hand had already spilled a little tea.

What Shen Yunfeng said just now can be said to be heartbreaking.

A few days ago, he went out for a while because of some impromptu business. In just an hour, Song Zhong was able to achieve success in his studies. He bought a snuff bottle from the early Republic of China for 2000 yuan.

When he came back for an appraisal, he almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.Where is the snuff bottle from the Republic of China? It doesn’t even count as being old. Adding materials and labor costs, it will cost 100 yuan.

Another time, Liang Jinyan was talking to a more important guest in the quiet room. In order to leave as many good impressions on the boss as possible, Song Zhong insisted on bringing tea for Shen Yunfeng. When he put the teacup on the coffee table, he looked sideways. Looking at the calligraphy and painting on the coffee table, tea spilled out with a trembling hand.

If it wasn't for the guest's sharp eyesight and quick hands to remove the calligraphy and painting, otherwise, Liang Jinyan's hard-earned Bada Shanren's authentic works would be destroyed in Song Zhong's hands.

It never occurred to Song Yijiang that Shen Yunfeng, a little apprentice with low eyebrows and obedient eyes, would dare to talk to himself like that on the first day he was promoted to be an appraiser after luck.

What's more, it's a bit disgusting to mention which pot is not opened.

"Shen Yunfeng, are you floating?"

Song Yijiang was just about to scold Shen Yunfeng for exposing his uncle and nephew's pain, when he heard a violent voice from near the quiet room, "I think you have only stood at the counter for a long time, and you regard yourself as the chief appraiser, and you don't know the situation gone."

Shen Yunfeng turned slightly sideways with a calm expression, looking at Song Zhong who was rushing over angrily.

"Shen Yunfeng, not to mention that my second uncle is an appraiser invited by Boss Liang, you are just a dispensable apprentice, considering my second uncle's decades of experience in the antique business, who are you? Why are you talking to him in this tone?"

"Now, let me give you a step up. There will be no customers in the store. You should immediately apologize to my second uncle and admit your mistake."

Song Zhong pointed at Shen Yunfeng aggressively, "Boy, if you still want to hang out in the Guanzhong antique circle, be soft, admit your mistake, kneel down and kowtow three times, it's not shameful!"

(End of this chapter)