This income greatly eased Chen Feng's current living situation, and a smile finally appeared on his face.
"Wealth lovers, law and earth, are indispensable. The heavenly materials and earthly treasures of cultivation must be extremely expensive, and there is still a long way to go."
The so-called Wealth Couple's Dharma and Land, wealth is money, the couple is a good teacher and helpful friend on the path of cultivation, the law is the practice method and the correct direction of cultivation, and the earth is the blessed land of cultivation.
With the inheritance, the first thing he lacks most at present is money, and the second is a suitable paradise for cultivation.
"The Cave Heaven Paradise is so easy to find unless you create one yourself."
Chen Feng thought to himself.
Chen Feng regained his normalcy. You must know that before, his income was at most a few hundred yuan a day, which was achieved through exhausting work.
Now, making money has become easier, but Chen Feng also knows that the cultivation resources he needs must be sky-high prices, and this amount of money is simply not enough.
I calmed down and started shopping at the antique market.
This is his first time visiting the antique market as a tourist. There is an endless stream of people coming here every day. If he can find something missing, he will definitely gain both fame and fortune.
Chen Feng didn't have such complicated thoughts, he just wanted to take a stroll.
"Boss, do you want to take a look at the porcelain from the Ming and Qing dynasties?"
In front of a store with antique decoration, a middle-aged man greeted Chen Feng with a kind face.
As nothing happened, Chen Feng entered the store and started shopping.
He doesn't know much about antiques.
But he can detect the difference between real and fake. Through the real energy, he found that fake antiques have no aura at all.
Genuine antiques will resonate with their true energy. The older the authentic antiques are, the more spiritual energy they have.
This discovery made Chen Feng slightly excited. It meant that he could distinguish the authenticity of antiques without having to understand the knowledge of antiques.
There were many people in the store, so Chen Feng pretended to go to the corner and picked up a landscape painting to look at it.
This painting is signed by Qi Baishi. It is a modern painting, and it also has some aura on it.
"How about it, the boss is interested?"
The shop owner still had a kind smile on his face.
Chen Feng nodded, indicating that he was somewhat interested.
He didn't say too much. The more he said, the easier it would be for him to expose his flaws. Xiaobai was often the most ruthlessly raped in the antique world.
"This is a real painting by Qi Baishi. I collected it from an old man a few days ago. You can take it for one hundred thousand yuan."
Chen Feng raised his brows slightly, glanced at the painting, pointed and said, "Are you kidding me, boss? If this were an authentic work by Qi Baishi, would you still show it?"
The boss's face turned red and he coughed twice.
"Twenty thousand, I want it."
Chen Feng said casually.
"fifty thousand!"
"Forty thousand, you can succeed, you can't pull it down!"
Chen Feng took out all the money from his pocket and slapped it on the table with a hurried look on his face.
The boss was already happy. When he received the painting, it only cost a few hundred yuan.
Moreover, as an antique shop owner, how could he not see that this painting is just a copy of Qi Baishi's painting, not authentic at all, and it cost five thousand.
Now it's 40,000, which has doubled many times.
"Okay, okay, because little brother you are so sincere and you are also a fan of Qi Baishi, I will give you a price, 40,000."
The boss looked embarrassed and reluctant.
Seeing the boss being so straightforward, Chen Feng's heart ached a little, it was too expensive!
"Little brother, it's not worth spending 40,000 yuan to buy a fake painting."
A man who was looking at the porcelain shook his head.
Others also sighed and looked at Chen Feng with sympathy, treating Chen Feng as a novice.
"It's worth it, it's worth it."
With the painting in hand, a smile finally appeared on Chen Feng's face.
Others don't know the price of paintings, but he knows that this Qi Baishi painting is authentic!
What's more, there are hidden mysteries in the painting!
"Wait a minute, I want 400,000 yuan for this painting!"
At this moment, a young female voice sounded.
"Four hundred thousand! It's impossible!"
The surrounding tourists were in an uproar.
Almost everyone has seen this painting, and many of them are master collectors. Could it be that they saw it wrongly?
Chen Feng slowly put away the painting and shook his head, "Sorry, I won't sell this painting."
After saying that, he turned around and left.
"Wait a minute, seven hundred thousand!"
The woman increased the price again.
When the shop owner heard this sentence, his vision went dark and he almost fainted.
From 40,000 to 700,000 now, that’s more than ten times!
"When you bought it, it was 40,000, and now I'm paying 700,000, you should be satisfied!"
"You should buy a lottery ticket. After all, there are not many people willing to pay a high price like me."
"Give me the painting. Here is a check for 700,000 yuan. I earn 660,000 yuan in one afternoon. That's enough!"
Wang Miaoke said lightly, her expression proud.
She believed that no one would refuse such a large amount of money, not to mention she did not believe that this young man could see that it was an authentic work.
"You want to buy Qi Baishi's original work for 700,000 yuan?"
Chen Feng shook his head, a flash of disdain flashing across his face.
Apparently, this woman did not see what was going on in the painting.
"Young man, can you let me see it?"
At this moment, an old but powerful voice sounded.
He was a very energetic old man who looked gentle and polite, like a Confucian scholar.
"Mr. Zhao, it's Mr. Zhao."
"Mr. Zhao is a university professor and often appears on TV. He is such an expert!"
The people around looked at Chen Feng and their eyes turned red instantly. If Mr. Zhao said it was true, then this painting is true!
An authentic painting by Qi Baishi costs more than one million!
Chen Feng handed the painting to the old man. He did not know the old man's identity, but judging from the respect of the people around him, he was obviously a well-established person.
Mr. Zhao took the painting and looked at it carefully, with a look of thinking on his face.
Then, he shook his head.
"Mr. Zhao, is this painting fake?"
Wang Miaoke frowned, a little confused.
She has been exposed to it since she was a child and has a lot of research on antiques. Otherwise, she would not be so confident to spend 700,000 yuan to buy Chen Feng's paintings.
"No, the painting is a real painting, but I don't understand why Mr. Qi wants to imitate his own painting?"
Mr. Zhao smiled bitterly and shook his head.
A painting master actually imitates his own paintings. Is he pranking future generations?
Mr. Zhao shook his head, and this was the only explanation that made sense.
Chen Feng put away the painting, turned around and left.
"Wait a minute, I'll buy it for three million!"
Wang Miaoke gave Chen Feng a hateful look.
If he had agreed earlier, Mr. Zhao would not have been delayed, and the authentic work would not have been exposed, and he would have spent more money for no reason.
“I won’t sell it for 100 million!”
Chen Feng shook his head and put away the painting.
He was also shocked. He really didn't expect that just one painting would be worth so much money.
What's more, there is something else in this painting, and I definitely can't win three million!
"If you don't want to sell it, you don't want to sell it. Even if you don't want to sell it for 100 million yuan, can this painting be sold for 100 million yuan?"
Wang Miaoke looked at Chen Feng with disdain.
Although she really wanted an authentic painting, there were other ways.
I just didn't want to spend more money, so I gave up the idea of buying it from Chen Feng at a low price.
Chen Feng didn't want to, so Wang Miaoke had no choice but to give up.
"It's not sold for 100 million."
Chen Feng smiled faintly, turned around and left.
"Young people are too arrogant and don't know how to restrain their arrogance."
Mr. Zhao also shook his head, he was just a young man who was lucky for a while.
The boss on the side heard the price of three million, sent a message with trembling hands, and fainted immediately.