Divine Eye Appreciation King

Chapter 32 The Appraiser

"Ah? Mr. Wang, why is there such a difference?" Xiao Zhao was dumbfounded, and Feng Wei was also a little surprised.

"Look at the painting method of this mountain. The inking is not exactly the same as that of Dong Qichang. The old man also incorporated his own techniques. This is a rare masterpiece!"

Speaking of this, Wang Baoguo raised his hand and slapped him across the face: "All your seals have been destroyed. Is art and high imitation the same thing? And where did you get this and this stamp from a stall? It's a complete mess!"

"But Mr. Wang, without the signature and seal, I'm afraid the painting won't sell well?" Feng Wei interjected, he really learned something today, if it wasn't for Wang Baoguo's instruction just now, he really didn't see those things. different peaks.

"Famous people look at their name, and those who don't have a name look at their pen!" Wang Baoguo laughed, "With Mr. Zhao's writing skills, even if he doesn't have money, those are definitely more than 20...Of course, if he has his own money, it will be more valuable Well, let’s say it’s about a million…”

"Hey, Mr. Wang, why didn't you tell me earlier!" When Xiao Zhao heard this, he immediately said anxiously: "Grandpa did stamp his own seal on one of the paintings, but the inscription on it said that the juniors from the younger generation were here. I wanted to be He explained that it was Lin..."

"Stop, stop, stop making trouble!" Wang Baoguo waved his hand: "Even if you really stole it, I wouldn't dare to take it without your grandfather's consent! This painting is only worth [-] yuan, will you sell it?"

"Fifty thousand?" Xiao Zhao seemed a little unwilling: "Old Wang, can you add more..."

"You get me the signature, and I'll add..."

"Ouch!" Xiao Zhao slapped his forehead: "Okay...I admit it!"

"This boy!" Wang Baoguo said to Feng Wei after completing the formalities and collecting the painting, "I stole the painting from his grandfather. If I don't take this thing away, he will definitely sell it at the Chenjiaji. At that time, I don't know how much trouble it will cause!"

"Chenjiaji?" Feng Wei was overjoyed when he heard Wang Baoguo's words, how could he forget this place.

Chenjiaji is not a market, but the name of a street. It is also a famous antique market in this city, and also a famous underground black market.

Although this market has long been banned by the government, there are still many people who sell it there, maybe they can try their luck.

He didn't care about talking to Wang Baoguo right now, he only confessed a few words, and hurried to Chenjiaji.

Feng Wei planned to try his luck to see if he could buy some authentic products, so he could take the opportunity to absorb more zhenqi.

However, today the street is rather deserted. Seeing that Xiangzi has just rectified, Feng Wei is not disappointed. He knows that many of the stores facing the street are in this business!
On the surface, the doors are all closed, but there are a few shops with a "waste recycling" sign at the door, which are actually shops that resell antiques!
Looking around, Feng Wei walked into an ordinary house with a sign at the door, but before he could greet the boss, the situation inside made him startled...

The moment Feng Wei entered the store.

But I saw a middle-aged man dressed as a shop owner surrounded by seven or eight men in front of the counter.

Two of the strong men held the shopkeeper firmly, one of the other two grabbed his arm, and the other held a watermelon knife.Three more stood behind.

Is this for chopping?

Looking at this scene, Feng Wei was quite embarrassed, he came at the wrong time!

The shopkeeper had already seen Feng Wei at this time, and immediately shouted: "Help, help!"

Now, everyone turned their eyes.

Before Feng Wei could explain, four strong men rushed over.

"Plop! Plop!" The two strong men were sent flying, and the two fell asleep.

"Tough idea!" Mustache, who was holding a watermelon knife and was about to chop his hands, yelled sharply, raised the knife and rushed forward, then punched, fell back, fell to the ground, and the knife flew...

Without even humming, he simply fainted and the other two guys who were holding the shop owner hostage were shocked!He showed his true nature as a bachelor on the spot and immediately knelt down in front of Feng Wei.

"Brother, we're just going to eat together, you're so proud!" A group of thugs kowtowed and kowtowed.

Feng Wei walked to the counter helplessly, and patted the shopkeeper who was pretending to be dizzy: "Boss, I'm here for shopping!"

After that, he looked at the seven strong men who were already kneeling on the ground, including the hand-chopping mustache, and thought for a while and said, "You...you can wait until I finish shopping..."

"Yes, yes..." The thugs exited the shop in a low-key manner, and they were all standing at the door.

"Young man, you are not honest!" The shop owner, who was pretending to be faint, jumped up again: "You didn't even save people completely! Why should you let them continue?

"Boss, I'm here to buy antiques!"

"My life is almost gone, don't sell it!"

"Hey! Watermelon knife, come in and chop your hands!"

"Ah?" The shopkeeper panicked: "Brother, I have something to say, I have something to say!" The shopkeeper's frown became even more serious. Seeing the group of thugs wandering around outside, he grabbed Han Yue and said, "Brother, If you can help me get rid of this group of people, I can buy as much as I want and make sure it is genuine..."

"Really?" Feng Wei looked at him with a half-smile.

"I, Guo Feng, have been in this Chenjiaji for 20 years anyway!" The owner said with a proud face, "It will never be fake!"

"Hey! Watermelon Knife Mustache, come in..."

"Hey! Brother, why are you calling him again!" Guo Feng tugged at Feng Wei in panic.

"If you don't call someone in, how can I solve it for you?"

Looking at the mustache who came in nodding and bowing, Feng Wei said helplessly.

"Professional?" Seeing that the seven big men refused to leave after being beaten, but wandered back and forth outside the door, Feng Wei said in admiration: "Is this not going to stop if you don't chop off his hands?"

"Brother, we admire your skill, so we're selling you face!" The mustache didn't panic even though he was scared: "Don't think you can fight, believe it or not, I'll call two trucks..."

"You won't be Brother Hei's subordinates, will you?"

"You know Brother Hei?" Mustache looked in disbelief.

Feng Wei reluctantly picked up the phone...

Soon the seven big men left the shop respectfully.

"Boss Guo, where are my antiques?"

Guo Feng, who had already turned his eyes straight over there, said in shock: "Oh brother, you are too good! Brother Hei's people can also be settled!"

"How can you be so awesome! Can fake goods be sold to Brother Hei?" Feng Wei, who already knew the whole story from Brother Hei, sighed: "I don't know how many people there are. Let me tell you, I don't accept fakes!"

"It can't be fake, they're all a group of gamblers who owe debts, it's definitely a good thing to come to my place to sell!" Guo Feng froze, "Brother, thanks to your life-saving today, I'll pull a cart for you tomorrow." You send..."

(End of this chapter)