As soon as these words came out, everyone turned to look at Ye Feng.
He started talking nonsense.
"Who are you, you're so angry?"
"Boy! I'll look at you! Do you know where this place is?"
"So arrogant! I want to see what your origin is."
"Listen to this accent, I look like a foreigner!"
Uncle Hu frowned: "Young Master, I am from the Qian family."
Qian Group!
He is a fan of the Xia family.
To be honest, even if the Qian family’s old family came here, they had to call Ye Feng respectfully and call him Young Master!
Where can a small manager be so arrogant?
"It doesn't matter."
Ye Feng didn't plan to meddle in other people's business, so he said casually.
"I'm right. This pile of things can't be opened. There's a lot of garbage, and you still treat it as a treasure."
"You, you! You, a foreigner, dare to be so arrogant!" Manager Qian suddenly raised his hand and pointed at Ye Feng.
Manager Qian is a distant cousin of the Qian family. He caused trouble in his hometown and rushed to Qingcheng overnight to seek refuge with his master's family.
It was also because he was lucky and came in time.
At that time, the Qian family was about to find someone to run this antique shop.
Although he was just a distant relative, his surname was Qian, so the job fell on him.
With the power of the Qian family, he is also doing well on this street!
This is the first time that someone in the antique street dares to save his face!
"Come on, arrest this troublemaker!"
"I'll talk nonsense, believe it or not, I'll let you come in and go out horizontally?"
As Manager Qian finished speaking, four guards immediately emerged from Qian's antique shop and walked towards Ye Feng in a fierce manner.
The crowd immediately dispersed and surrounded the periphery.
Uncle Hu and Zhao Guozhong firmly protected Ye Feng behind him.
At this moment, an old voice sounded.
"Let's wait!"
Ye Feng looked up and saw that it was the old man in Tang suit who had just talked to Manager Qian.
Manager Qian frowned and said, "This old man, this guy is obviously a matter of the next generation. What are you doing?"
The old man in Tang suit walked up to Ye Feng with two servants. He looked at Ye Feng curiously and said.
"What you just said is true?"
"Barring nonsense, if it's true, what would I say he do?"
Ye Feng sneered. At first, he really didn't plan to interfere too much.
There are risks in gambling stones.
Whatever you win or lose depends entirely on your own eyes.
But he is not a mud-knit.
This guy wants him to go out sideways when he has disagreement. Do you really think that Ye Feng is made of paper?!
He stepped forward and glanced at the two boxes held by the two servants behind the old man.
“All these were bought here?”
The old man in Tang suit had a cold face, obviously dissatisfied with Ye Feng's rudeness just now.
"What, may you say that the things here are fake?"
Ye Feng did not rush to answer, but slowly wandered around the Qian antique shop before speaking lightly.
"Not only these two things you bought, but all the Qian antiques are fakes."
"You're talking nonsense!" Manager Qian's eyes hopped, pointing at the Jinbo held by the two servants behind the old man, and cursed.
"What do you say is that my Qian family antiques are all fakes! I won't say anything else! What are the ones in these two boxes? You have never even seen them, so you dare to slander people!"
"Do you really think that I'm easy to bully on Antique Street?!"
As soon as Manager Qian said this, everyone nodded.
"Yes, you came from a foreign country and you would provoke Antique Street as soon as you come. Do you think we are dead?"
"You didn't even open the box, so you should make up lies a little bit like it!"
"Manager Qian is hesitating about why? Why don't you beat this guy out quickly!"
At this moment, Ye Feng said slowly.
"These two brocade boxes contain two-eared celadons made in Tang Dynasty and pictures of Caiwei created by Li Tang in the Song Dynasty."
"I said, right?"
The old man in Tang suit looked up at Ye Feng in an instant: "How do you know?"
Manager Qian's face gradually became ugly.
He never expected that this guy really knew!
How is that possible?!
Apart from him and his guests, it is impossible for anyone to know what is here!
Seeing the reaction of the old man in Tang suit, everyone's discussion gradually calmed down.
"The picture of picking Wei is taken from the story of Boyi Shuqi not eating Zhou's millet, picking Wei is in Shouyang Mountain and eventually starved to death. Li Tang's painting style is rough and simple, but the strokes in your hand are exquisite, you can tell at a glance that
It's a fake."
"The most important thing is that Li Tang has the habit of leaving marks on characters, and you can tell the truth at a glance."
"As for this Tang Dynasty bi-eared celadon, the body is fine and white, and the body is pure. It cannot be a Tang Dynasty celadon, but it looks like it was made in the late Qing Dynasty."
Ye Feng talked happily.
The old man in Tang suit immediately ordered someone to open the brocade box.
Manager Qian's face turned pale, and a hint of panic flashed in his eyes.
"It's nonsense! How do you know that Li Tang has the habit of making marks?"
"Hurry up, beat this guy out!!"
Now anyone with a discerning eye could see that Qian was panicking and everyone fell silent.
The old man held a magnifying glass and checked it carefully, and his face suddenly darkened!
He threw his ears to the ground.
The porcelain shattered in response.
The sound is harsh.
Shocked everyone!
"Okay! You Qian's antique! You dare to lie to me?"
The old man was so angry that his chest was rising and falling. Before he finished speaking, he suddenly fell to the ground.
The two servants were startled and quickly surrounded them.
"master!!"
"Master, are you okay?"
"Quick! Call the lady!"
One person quickly walked to the side and called, while another servant suddenly reached out to the old man to breathe.
The next second he suddenly retracted his hand, and then burst into a burst of wail.
"master!!!"
"I'm not angry anymore." Uncle Hu stood beside Ye Feng and whispered.
I heard that people were out of breath.
Manager Qian sneered: "You all saw it, it doesn't matter with my Qian's antiques."
"My man didn't even touch a corner of his clothes, he fell down by himself."
"Since the person is gone, I will not remember the villain's faults, and I will not care about the charges of your collusion and attempt to slander me Qian's antiques."
After saying that, Manager Qian raised his hand and greeted the four thugs to return to the antique shop.
The crowd quickly scattered.
Ye Feng glanced at the old man with a gray face, suddenly reached out and slapped the old man's heavenly cover with a heavy slap.
The servant who was guarding next to him was about to scold Ye Feng when he saw this.
Who knew that in just a moment, the old man who had already passed away suddenly resumed his breathing.
Although he is still in a coma, he can breathe normally!
"Master? Master is alive! Master is alive!!"
"It's so angry that it's nothing big, just take it back and have a good rest."
After Ye Feng finished speaking, a servant couldn't help asking.
"Why haven't the master woken up yet?"
Ye Feng looked at the old man's face and took the initiative to reach out and land on the old man's wrist.
Soon, his eyebrows gradually frowned.
At this moment, Uncle Hu's cell phone rang.
He stepped aside and answered the phone.
When he heard the sound on the other end of the phone, Uncle Hu's face turned away with a bloody sound.
"Yes, the old slave knows, so I will take the young master away."
After hanging up the phone, Uncle Hu staggered over.
"It's poison."
Ye Feng frowned.
When the two servants heard this, their faces that had just improved were immediately ugly.
One of them even scolded him directly.
"All nonsense!"
"With the master's identity, who dares to poison him?!"
"Do you know what the price you have to pay for saying this?"
It was at this moment.
Uncle Hu hurried over and whispered.
"Young Master, something happened to the Xia family!"