Don't panic, I'm good at picking up leaks!

Chapter 133
After finishing speaking, without waiting for Qin Fei to agree, he dragged him to his shop.

Qin Fei tried to break away from Zhao Sihai's hand: "I'll go back to the store first and put down the things in my hand."

But Zhao Sihai held his arm firmly.

"I'll send it to Rong Rong's store for you, go and have a look, I haven't sold anything for a long time."

"It's hard to find a buyer, but we must not let people disturb it."

Qin Fei felt that the things he was carrying were really in the way, and was about to talk to Zhao Sihai again.

Sister Rong's antique shop is very close to Zhao Sihai's, so it won't take long.

But just as he was about to speak, he felt a "chug" in the lower part of his waist like an electric shock.

Qin Fei pressed that position subconsciously, and was pressing the thing bulging out of his pocket.

It's the little soil ball that hasn't been broken no matter what you do.

Suddenly something flashed in Qin Fei's mind.

This little soil ball fell into his pocket by accident.

But my recent series of good luck seems to have happened after the appearance of the little soil ball.

First I bought a small porcelain vase at Li Hai's house, then I bought a Song Dynasty bowl after breakfast at the police station, and then I bought spices at a street stall in an alley.

They are all top grades at a price that can almost be called the price of cabbage.

The more Qin Fei thought about it, the more miraculous he felt.

At Li Hai's house, he had no chance to see the wine warmer, but it was because of the sudden pain in his waist that he bumped into the cabinet.

Going back to the police station for breakfast was also because of the unusually loud gurgling in my stomach.

It is even more amazing to be able to buy spices at the street stalls.

The stall was in a small alley, and it was impossible for Qin Fei to go in. If the little dirt ball hadn't rolled over, he wouldn't have walked in that direction at all.

Small soil ball...

Originally, he didn't think about it in this direction, but when he connected it like this, Qin Fei really felt a sense of enlightenment.

All these abnormalities are caused by the small soil ball!
Qin Fei was startled, and subconsciously stretched his free hand into his pocket to twist the little soil ball.

Also squeezed.

Suddenly there was a pain in his hand like being resisted, and Qin Fei was so startled that he let go all of a sudden.

The pain didn't dissipate for a while, but Qin Fei's heart was filled with joy.

This little soil ball is definitely not ordinary!
Thinking that Xiaotuqiu signaled him to follow Zhao Sihai just now, he no longer resisted, but followed Zhao Sihai directly into his shop.

To Qin Fei's surprise, Qin Fei knew all the people sitting in Zhao Sihai's shop at the moment.

The person in the middle is Shang Tao, Ph.D. supervisor of archeology at Chongqing University.

Qin Fei knew Shang Tao, who was introduced by Zhuo Chenguang at an auction.

Shang Tao loves to study antiques, and he has done a lot of research. Besides teaching students, he owns an antique shop himself. He has a good reputation and strong identification skills, so the business in the shop will not be wrong.

Looking at where Shang Tao was sitting, Qin Fei could tell that he was the buyer Zhao Sihai mentioned.

The person sitting next to Shang Tao turned out to be Wen Ziming.

The world is really small.

The person sitting next to Wen Ziming at this moment, Qin Fei is still new to know, is that brother Ping, and the little follower is still standing behind him.

"Shang Lao, I happened to see Brother Tan just now. Regardless of his young age, he is quite famous in the antique street. He can definitely be called an expert among experts, a master among masters."

"Let him palm your eyes for you, so you can rest assured, right?"

Zhao Sihai was eager to sell things, so he naturally praised Qin Fei to death.

As soon as he finished speaking, Brother Ping laughed with a "poof".

Brother Ping looked at Zhao Sihai: "I know you are in a hurry to sell things, but Mr. Wen always said that there are problematic items, and you just talked about smallpox. Do you think Mr. Shang will buy them?"

After he finished speaking, he raised his eyelids to Qin Fei again: "You should work hard on acting, you say he is an expert, do you believe it yourself?"

With Wen Ziming sitting here, Brother Ping has more confidence than before.

He straightened his body and looked at Qin Fei: "A person who is willing to spend 50 yuan to buy man-made old bath flowers, let me see what shocking words he can say."

Brother Ping's voice was sinister and sneering.

The little follower standing behind him laughed all of a sudden: "Man-made old bath flowers? Hahaha, brother Ping, you really have it."

Call old man's spice an aged bath flower!
"Let me tell you, he must be the old man's entrustment. A fool would pay such a high price for such a crap."

If he didn't talk about the four seasons with the grasshopper, Qin Fei didn't bother to pay attention to these two people.

He nodded to Shang Tao, then looked at Zhao Sihai: "What do you want me to see?"

Zhao Sihai hurriedly pointed to the calligraphy and paintings that had been spread out on the table: "The "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" by Wang Ximeng of the Northern Song Dynasty is absolutely authentic, please take a look."

Wang Ximeng's "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" is of high value because of its unrivaled majestic momentum and excellent meaning.

The current valuation has been raised to around 2000 million.

No wonder Zhao Sihai was so anxious.

In fact, Qin Fei had seen this painting in Zhao Sihai's shop before.

But this time, he opened his clairvoyance and looked carefully, and then said: "It is indeed from the hands of Wang Ximeng of the Northern Song Dynasty."

Hearing this sentence, Zhao Sihai relaxed, and his two fat hands clapped together: "Let me just say, it's absolutely genuine."

Wen Ziming chuckled and looked at Qin Fei: "Brother Tan is getting more and more bullish now, just by scanning like this, you can tell the truth from the fake."

Brother Ping also sneered: "That's nothing, I didn't even look at it just now, so I paid 50 yuan to buy trash. If someone has money to pretend, this poor one should pretend."

"No." Brother Ping laughed again: "A rich man is called pretending, and a poor man is called pretending to force his face."

Qin Fei glanced at Brother Ping: "In the antique business, those who understand are called appreciative, while those who don't understand talk casually are called embarrassing."

After finishing speaking, he didn't look at Brother Ping's livid face, but directly tapped on the calligraphy and painting with his hand: "The reason why Wang Ximeng's paintings are majestic is because of his sharp pen."

"The most brilliant thing about him is that such an obvious feature has been imitated by no one since ancient times."

"Currently electronic equipment can create models for everyone, but there is nothing we can do about Wang Ximeng's works."

"This is also one of the reasons why Wang Ximeng's works are of high value."

After Qin Fei said this, he saw Shang Tao nodded in agreement.

Wen Ziming's complexion was not very good-looking, and his eyes were also fixed on the calligraphy and painting, and he said: "The so-called calligraphy and painting, one must look at the painting while looking at the writing."

He stretched out his hand and clicked the last stroke of the last word: "This is not everyone's pen at all, let alone Wang Ximeng's. Although it is just a stroke, it is still quite obvious."

"Your experience in identifying calligraphy and painting is still insufficient. Calligraphy and painting are different from any antiques, and all details must be taken into account."

Shang Tao nodded again.

In fact, in terms of appreciation alone, Shang Tao can definitely be called a master, that's why he wanted to buy this "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains".

But what Wen Ziming said was indeed correct, that stroke was not Wang Ximeng's, so the origin of the whole calligraphy and painting can be explained.

Qin Fei turned his head and looked at Shang Tao: "Old Shang, do you know that the reason why Wang Ximeng became a master is because of his harmonious family and good luck?"

"Historical records show that he had seven sons, and he had many sons..."

Brother Ping laughed out loud: "Are you in charge of family planning?"

The little follower laughed so hard that even Wen Ziming couldn't help laughing twice.

Qin Fei ignored it and continued, "This calligraphy and painting is from Wang Ximeng. It's just that his little grandson came in when the painting was almost finished."

"Wang Ximeng loves these juniors and wants to cultivate them, so he followed the child's wishes and asked the child to accept the pen."

Qin Fei approached and pressed a point on the painting: "Here is a drop of saliva from that child, and the ink has faded a little."

Shang Tao came over, took a closer look with the instrument, and slapped his thigh: "Why didn't I notice it just now?"

"We now regard Wang Ximeng's works as masterpieces, but to Wang Ximeng, they are just pens in the study for cultivating sentiment."

"Where would he have thought that thousands of years later, this painting would be surrounded by people to verify its authenticity?"

"So, the child's brush was damaged, but he didn't care, and still pressed his fingerprint."

"It's just that he felt regretful afterwards, and he made the same one again."

"Although this painting has minor flaws, it is still an authentic work, and its value can still reach about 800 million."

Before Qin Fei finished speaking, Shang Tao clapped his hands together, and there was slow applause: "I've always been puzzled, but now I'm really educated!
(End of this chapter)