The old men around exchanged glances with each other, and this analysis head was Tao, and it seemed that it was a fake.

Yan Baotai listened to Lin Feng's comments, his face turned purple, he had no confidence in this ancient painting, the price of 80 million was completely to deceive a greedy fool, according to the price code of ancient paintings in the Tang Dynasty, 100 million is a big leak!

"Alas, it's really a fake, let's disperse...... several old players shook their heads, put their hands behind their backs, and sighed.

Boss Yan made a fake to deceive people, and the fame of this treasure house was about to be lost by him. In the future, who will dare to come to him to look for antiques?

"Actually, I think this painting is quite interesting. Meng Silu commented with a smile: "It's good to decorate the corridor." ”

Lin Feng smiled: "Do you like it?" then take it, 10,000 yuan, boss, will you sell it?"

"Again, add more......" Yan Baotai was about to cry, "I bought this painting for 18,000, how about you let me not lose money......"

"It's too expensive, antique goods, can it be worth eighteen thousand? at most ten thousand!" Lin Feng raised a finger, "Love to sell or not, if you don't sell it, let's go to the next one." ”

As he spoke, he was about to pull Meng Silu to the people.

Yan Baotai was anxious, gritted his teeth, and slapped the counter fiercely: "Ten thousand is ten thousand!"

"Okay, swipe the card!" Lin Feng quickly handed over a bank card, and Boss Yan had a painful expression, but he still completed the business.

After the packaging was ready, Lin Feng picked up the ancient paintings, and left with a smile with Meng Silu.

"Well, it didn't work out...... But I didn't lose any money. After the two left, Yan Baotai silently calculated the account, and when he received this painting, it only cost 500 yuan, and he could sell it for 10,000 yuan, which was also earned!

It is not so easy to cheat people with fakes, profiteers do business, there is no unprofitable business.

"Is this really a fake?" Meng Silu and Lin Feng walked down the antique street, still thinking about the painting they had in hand.

"Yes, of course...... Authentic!" Lin Feng smiled slightly.

"Huh?" Meng Silu opened his mouth wide, he used the word authentic, what is the deep meaning hidden in this?

Not only is it a real ancient painting, it seems, he also knows who painted it!

"Silu, have you ever heard of the Eighty-Seven Immortal Scrolls?" Lin Feng smiled: "This painting is a fight with the Eighty-Seven Immortal Scrolls!"

"What...... What do you mean...... Could it have come from the hand of the painting saint?" Meng Silu had certainly heard of the Eighty-Seven Immortal Scrolls, an ancient painting that is quite legendary and is still listed as a national treasure and collected by the state.

"Yes, the technique of this painting is exactly the same as that of the eighty-seven immortal scrolls, and there is no payment left, I have seen it carefully just now, there is no trace of counterfeiting, the painting style and paper are real! ”

"Then aren't we making a lot of money?" Meng Silu couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice, this way, that boss, as well as many collectors, are all eye-catching!

"Hehe, it doesn't matter how much money you have, what matters is the authenticity! I don't think there will be more than three paintings of the posthumous works of Saint Wu Daozi, and this is one of them, the original copy of the legendary lost masterpiece "Hell in Disguise!" Lin Feng said the name of the painting.

Meng Silu's eyes flashed with brilliance, not only luck and joy, but also deep admiration for Lin Feng's treasure appreciation.

"The painting saint was obsessed with the creation of Buddha and Taoist art, and left murals in many temples and Buddhist caves, I think he must have a model before making murals, and the one we bought is one of them, so there is no payment. Lin Feng further deduced the past story of this painting.

Meng Silu said: "The value of the eighty-seven immortal scrolls cannot be calculated, so this painting ...... It's almost the same value, how many billions can it be worth?"

"According to the historical record of ancient paintings in auction houses, it starts at least one billion, and there is no upper limit. You just said you like it, I'll give it to you!" Lin Feng said with a smile.

"Give it to me?" Meng Silu couldn't believe it, as soon as Lin Feng made a move, it was such a big deal.

"Yes, you see, you've helped me a lot too, and this painting is a little gift. Lin Feng said with a smile: "I only spent 10,000 yuan to pick up the missing things, next time, I will give you something better." ”

"That'...... Then I won't say thank you!" A smile bloomed on her face, and Meng Silu's heart was secretly happy.

"Well, let's go, let's look at the ...... again" The first antique store made a big leak, Lin Feng felt that it was not in vain, and the antique city in Beijing really had a lot of opportunities.

The two of them visited a few Ming and Qing dynasty porcelain shops and bronze shops, and there were no eye-catching things, and it was not easy to pick up the leaks.

The price is not a problem, but Lin Feng is not uncommon with these antiques, and what he is looking for has never been found.

Walking past a row of shops, the two came to the open-air stalls on both sides of the antique street, where there was more traffic, and the things here were more accessible and down-to-earth than the tall antiques in the shops.

For a few hundred yuan, or even dozens of yuan, you may be able to find an antiquity from the Ming and Qing dynasties, or even an older object.

Coming here, one relies on eyesight, two relies on lip service, and three relies on acting skills, in addition, whether you can successfully find valuable things also requires luck.

Lin Feng and Meng Silu visited several stalls, more than ninety percent of them were fakes, and there were almost no things really worth starting, even if they were genuine, things worth hundreds of thousands or millions, he couldn't look down on them, and it would be easier to go directly to the store to buy them if he wanted to.

"What's the matter, don't you have anything you like?" Meng Silu saw that Lin Feng had no intention of stopping to buy, and it was a little strange.

"Yes, the stalls are not easy to find, there is no hurry, and it is better to lack than to overuse. Lin Feng smiled indifferently, and as the two were talking, they came to a stall selling sundries.

The stall owner is an old man and a young man, the old man is very old, with a folded face, he is used to sleeping in the open air, and he looks weathered, not like those young and middle-aged vendors of old fritters.

The old man squatted there smoking a dry cigarette, and the girl who looked like a little granddaughter was busy with this and that, sorting out piles of things that looked very poor.

Lin Feng pressed his hands on his knees, half-bent over, his eyes searching for these tattered things.

Meng Silu stood aside obediently, carrying the ancient painting, and was also silently paying attention.

"Boss, where did you get these things? Why don't you have a few decent complete goods?" Lin Feng looked at it for a while and then smiled and chatted with the old man.

"Hey, it's all from the countryside, the things picked out of the tatters, how can there be any good goods, some of them are vintage, which one do you like, just give some money and sell it!"