You should know that the old man is a master of antiques and has never seen any treasures. There are really not many things that can make him excited now.

The treasure collector was even more excited. He stared at the old man's expression with his eyes, not letting go of a trace, because it was all his hope.

More than ten minutes passed, and the old man finally put down the magnifying glass in his hand. He looked up at the collector, his face full of smiles.

Seeing the old man's smile, the collector was overjoyed. He knew that he had made a profit this time, and he had made a lot of money.

Everyone was waiting for the old man's final appraisal, because as long as it was his appraisal, it would be settled in jargon and there would be no fake.

"Congratulations, your treasure is a rare treasure, the Yue kiln secret color porcelain in the middle of the Tang Dynasty, and the finest of Yue kiln celadon. In the poem "Secret Color Yue Fu" by the poet Lu Guimeng of the Tang Dynasty, the poem says: "The wind and dew in the nine autumns of Yue kiln bloom, and the color of thousands of peaks is captured. It is better to be full of flowers in the middle of the night, and the Ji Zhongsan Dou cup is shared." It is about this Yue kiln secret color porcelain, and because its production formula is confidential, it is even more rare. The glaze is green and crystal clear and moist, as clear and green as the lake surface. The best, the best."

The old man talked about a few of the best things, and the people around him were very excited. They were lucky enough to get such a treasure, so they naturally opened their eyes.

The most exciting thing was the collector. He almost burst into his blood with excitement and felt faint.

"Old man, see how much is my treasure worth?" the collector asked in anticipation.

The old man also smiled happily and said, "How much did you buy it?"

The collector hurriedly said, "I spent two million, which is my entire possession."

After hearing this, the old man laughed and said, "Two million, do you know how much you have earned?"

The collector shook his head and looked at the old man earnestly. The old man stopped keeping him away and said calmly: "This treasure, according to the current market estimate, is no less than 200 million."

When the collector heard this price, he couldn't bear it anymore, so he leaned back on the spot. Fortunately, someone supported him behind him.

Two hundred million, a total of two hundred times, and he instantly became a billionaire. Who can withstand such surprises?

"Brother, you are well developed." The person behind woke up the collector. The collector rushed to the old man excitedly, hoping to kowtow to him.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you."

The old man smiled and said, "It is also my honor to be able to identify such rare treasures. You don't have to thank me, keep them well and never fall down, that's all."

Everyone was cheering for the old man and applauding each other, but Qin Feng next to him sighed slightly and shook his head.

Because he could tell at a glance that this was not a secret color porcelain of the Tang Dynasty, nor was it even considered an antique or a fake.

Just as Qin Feng shook his head, Lu Beichuan saw it. He completely believed in his boss's eyes and immediately said, "Boss, shake your head, isn't this treasure real?"

Qin Feng smiled and said, "It's just a fake, it's just a very exquisite imitation."

As soon as Qin Feng finished speaking, he was heard by someone passing by. This person was nothing but the young woman next to Mr. Zhan.

The woman had a slim figure and a pretty face, but she had a sharp look and an aggressive aura. When she heard Qin Feng's words, she immediately looked angry. She looked directly at Qin Feng and shouted in a sweet voice: "Where did the little guy come from? You dare to talk nonsense here."

Qin Feng turned around and laughed, and was called a little guy by a 20-year-old girl, so how could he not laugh?

Isn’t this girl the one around the old man? It seems that she is angry.

"I'm just telling the truth, not talking nonsense." Qin Feng said lightly.

"There is no nonsense. My grandfather's identification has never been a mistake. You are about the same age as me. Ju dares to say that my grandfather's identification is wrong. What's wrong with you?" The woman shouted loudly.

This sound immediately attracted many people around. When everyone heard the girl's words, they all looked at Qin Feng in surprise.

"Did this kid take the wrong medicine? He dares to say that there is something wrong with the old man's identification?" An antique expert said angrily.

"I think it's not that he took the wrong medicine, but that he has a brain disease. Who doesn't know that the old man's identification is the final result. I think he just wants to come here to show off." Another person hurriedly said.

"Blow him out." Someone shouted.

Everyone was talking about Qin Feng’s fault. Qin Feng was still calm and did not retreat, standing there facing him calmly.

Liu Xin came over. He was the host. Now that such a thing happened, he naturally had to take care of it.

"Young man, don't talk nonsense. This is not a place for you to mess around. I think you should not talk too much. If you are interested, take a look. If you are not interested, please leave."

Liu Xin's words seemed quite polite. Qin Feng sneered: "It seems that no one has any problem with his eyes. Everyone has problems with his eyes. I just tell the truth. You can't accept it. Can't tell the truth here?"

Not only did Qin Feng not apologize, but instead said more sharply that everyone has problems with their eyesight. Everyone stopped doing this. A man swung his fist and rushed over and said angrily: "Boy, are you looking for death? Do you know who there are? You can't afford to offend anyone, get out of here."

"Yes, get out of here." Others catered to the man's words, and some even called the security guard.

But the security guards had not arrived yet, and a few people arrived in time. These people were Zhan Xing's bodyguards. Although they were not in the venue, they were always protecting nearby.

"Miss, do you need our help?" a burly, extremely tough guy came over and whispered.

The girl said angrily: "Blow this guy out for me."

The big guy looked at Qin Feng, walked to him, and sneered: "Boy, should you take the initiative to go out, or ask me to send you out? If I send you out, you will probably end up in a miserable way."

Lu Beichuan immediately blocked Qin Feng's face and shouted arrogantly: "What are you? You dare to touch my master. I will kick you to death if you believe it or not."

The big guy is also a special forces soldier. When he saw Lu Beichuan, he could confirm that the other party was a master, but he still didn't take it seriously.

"I'm not polite to speak wildly."

The big guy was about to take action, and Lu Beichuan was also ready, but was pulled by Qin Feng.

"Don't mess up this thing here, you can back down."

Qin Feng knew that as long as Lu Beichuan took action, these people were no match for them at all. If they just fought, who would know if they would hurt the people around them.

"Yes, boss." Lu Beichuan obediently stepped aside.

"You want to send me out, okay, I also want to see how you can send me out." Qin Feng said with a smile.

The big guy was angry, and it was not to take himself seriously. As a professional bodyguard, you must not let such a thing happen.

"Okay, I'll show you how I sent you out."

The big guy took a step forward, defended with his left hand and grabbed with his right hand, and standard grappling techniques, but what he didn't expect was that he actually easily grabbed Qin Feng's neck.

As a special forces soldier, he knew very well what the situation was like to be grabbed by his opponent, and that would be a fate that would never have a chance to turn the tables and be slaughtered by others.
Chapter completed!