As expected, Song Chuxiong arrived at the Antique Street very quickly.

After honking the horn twice, Qin Hao got in the car and closed the door!

"Quick, show me, what did you pick up and miss?"

Song Chuxiong was as anxious as a monkey, and Qin Hao was urging him to take a look before he could even sit down.

Qin Hao handed the two things to Song Chuxiong casually.

"I came late and was in a hurry, so I just picked up two gadgets!"

"By the way, didn't you say you would treat me to dinner? I'm hungry!"

Song Chuxiong glanced at the dark snuff bottle, mainly because the light was not good.

"Wait a while before eating. First, tell me the origin of the thing I bought yesterday?"

As expected, Qin Hao guessed that Song Chuxiong was here for this matter.

"Okay, I'll just tell you. Do you know Yuan Qinghua?"

Song Chuxiong nodded and shook his head.

"Yuan blue and white, as the name suggests, is the blue and white porcelain made in the Yuan Dynasty."

"Yesterday's piece was one of the representatives of Yuan blue and white, the [Yuan blue and white underglaze red vase], which is considered very good among the Yuan blue and white series."

"There are not many left in the world now, and they are very valuable for collection, probably..."

Qin Hao kept explaining professional knowledge to Song Chuxiong. In fact, this was also the news he got from asking Du Niang in the past eight minutes.

It's a good time to show off.

While the two were talking, the car drove into a villa.

"Hey, aren't we going to eat?"

Qin Hao was a little confused.

Song Chuxiong parked the car and then explained:

"This is where I live. I'm eating at home tonight. My daughter happens to be at home. The food she cooks is very good!"

"You are in for a treat tonight!"

While the two were talking, a young girl came out of the villa. She was in her twenties, had long hair, a good figure, and was very beautiful.

"Dad, are the guests coming?"

Song Chuxiong quickly pulled Qin Hao and started introducing him.

"Brother, this is my daughter Song Tingting, Tingting, this is my brother, just call..."

"Just call me uncle!"

At this moment, Qin Hao was embarrassed. Obviously, this Song Tingting should be about the same age as him. This uncle???

But Song Tingting wasn't embarrassed at all, and she probably thought it was fun.

"Hello, uncle!"

"I welcome my uncle to my home. Is there any greeting gift?"

Embarrassed, Qin Hao became even more embarrassed.

"Well, my name is Qin Hao!"

Qin Hao quickly introduced himself.

"I know, uncle, what's the greeting gift?"

Song Chuxiong didn't stop him and was still watching Qin Hao's jokes.

Qin Hao was thinking about whether to open his wallet and take out a few red bills as red envelopes when he saw Song Chuxiong snickering.

So he rolled his eyes, took back Song Chuxiong's bag, took out the snuff bottle and handed it to Song Tingting.

"This snuff bottle is very nice, so I'll give it to you as a meeting gift!"

"this……"

The smile on Song Chuxiong's face disappeared. He liked this snuff bottle very much. He also wanted to...

result……

"Tingting, this thing is very expensive, so I'd better keep it!"

After Song Chuxiong finished speaking, he reached out to grab the snuff bottle, but Song Tingting, who didn't know her father's virtue, hurriedly avoided it.

"Thank you uncle, I like it very much!"

Song Tingting said this and turned around and entered the villa.

"This is gone?"

Song Chuxiong asked reluctantly.

"Isn't there also a mother's coin? It's very collectible."

Qin Hao threw the copper coins to Song Chuxiong, and then began to look at the villa.

This villa is very big and beautiful, but Qin Hao can't afford it anyway.

"Don't be envious. If you want to buy one, don't you?"

"Now the housing prices in Jinling have been set. Basically, it's over 10 million, which is about it."

Song Chuxiong said it lightly, more than ten million, but how could Qin Hao have more than ten million?

"Brother, when I was your age, I had nothing like you."

"Your biggest advantage is that you are young and capable. Brother, I am very good at judging people. Within a year, you will definitely have a villa of your own."

Qin Hao did not refute this, and he was confident.

"By the way, I want this snuff bottle and this mother's money, and I'll transfer the money to you."

After Song Chuxiong said this, he was about to use his mobile phone to transfer money. All jokes aside, how could it still take advantage of Qin Hao?

But how could Qin Hao want this money?

It's a gift as promised. Besides, he doesn't really care about the price of 100,000 or 80,000 yuan now.

After tugging and tugging for a while, Song Chuxiong finally gave up!

"Brother Xiong, can I see your collection?"

Qin Hao finally revealed his purpose. He came to absorb the spiritual energy in the antique.

You know, Song Chuxiong’s collection in half his life is definitely not a small number, and of course, there are even more fakes.

"Of course no problem!"

"Just help me take a look and identify it by the way."

How could Song Chuxiong not agree?

"Dad, uncle, we'll watch it later, let's eat first!"

Song Tingting has already prepared the meal, four dishes and one soup, home-cooked meals.

"Tingting, not many girls can cook nowadays."

Qin Hao said politely.

When Song Chuxiong mentioned this, he was very proud and started to brag.

"Tingting learned her craft from her mother."

"How about it, do you want to consider my daughter? That would be great!"

Qin Hao stumbled and was almost shocked. There are still such fathers in the world who are busy promoting their daughters.

Fortunately, Song Tingting went to serve the meal, otherwise she would have been embarrassed to death.

So he quickly changed the topic:

"Brother Xiong, why haven't you seen Tingting's mother?"

Song Chuxiong shook his head and said, "Grandma Tingting is sick, and your sister-in-law has gone back to take care of her."

"It's estimated that I won't be able to come back in ten days and a half. I'm old and have a stroke. I'm afraid..."

"Stop talking about this, let's eat!"

Song Tingting's cooking was indeed good. Qin Hao ate two large bowls before giving up.

After dinner, Song Chuxiong asked Song Tingting to take Qin Hao to the "Boutique House" to see antiques.

As soon as Qin Hao entered the house, he saw that the cabinets and shelves were full of antiques. It was initially estimated that there were hundreds of pieces.

"Uncle, this is a fake, the one my dad bought."

"Everything here is true."

"But I just did some tricks. Among these fakes, I put two genuine ones. Can you pick out which two they are?"

Song Tingting stuck out her tongue naughtily when she said yes.

"Let me take a look!"

Qin Hao did not use fluoroscopy, but touched each one with his hands. In fact, he was absorbing spiritual energy.

He started with the genuine products, which took an average of more than ten seconds each. To Song Tingting, this did not look like admiration at all. Instead, it seemed like counting.

But she didn't bother, she just looked at it. She didn't believe that a person about her age could be an expert in antiques.

After half an hour, I had finished reading and absorbing all the authentic products.

The rest were fakes. This time Qin Hao didn't waste any more time and directly turned on his clairvoyance ability.

"Tingting, are the two things you just said true?"

Song Tingting nodded and said: "Yes, two pieces!"

"Did you find it?"

Qin Hao shook his head. In Song Tingting's opinion, this meant that he had not found out.
Chapter completed!