Chen Xiu and Lu Qian returned to Yuxuanju with their mouths, and saw that the antiques in the store were piled up, and Chen Xiu was startled.

"Lao Bai, this ...... You won't be able to collect all of this!"

Chen Xiu had said before that the white shopkeeper would overflow 20% of the market price to collect antiques, if so many antiques were really recovered by the white shopkeeper, he seemed to feel a terrifying aura that he was going bankrupt.

"Boss, isn't this what you took back?"

"I take it back?"

"That's right, as soon as the store opened today, someone pulled a cart of antiques and asked me to receive them, and the other party said that Brother Dasha asked them to send them. ”

"Silly brother!"

Last night, I was going to see the collections that others mortgaged to him of Brother Dasha, but I didn't expect to meet the knife hand as soon as I went out, and the one behind me was caught by Brother Silly to worship, and he was drunk in a daze.

"Boss, there are really a lot of good things in here, how much money did you get back?"

"How much?"

I really haven't discussed this with my stupid brother.

"First classify things, calligraphy and painting to one side, gold, silver and bronze ware, pottery, lacquerware to one category, jade and jade to a separate category, and then give me an estimate as a whole!"

"Yes!"

At the moment, Chen Xiu and the white shopkeeper carefully sorted out the mountain of antiques, and fortunately, Songshi and Fang Qiong were already at the entry level of antiques and could help simply, or Chen Xiu and Bai Shopkeeper really didn't know when to classify.

But even so, the four of them took a morning to classify it, and after the classification, the price of each antique was evaluated, which Fang Qiong and Songshi He couldn't help with.

If Chen Xiu didn't have the existence of ancient jade, his own level of antiques would not be able to price every antique.

"Boss, this calligraphy of Zeng Gong, one of the eight masters of the Tang and Song dynasties, take a look at it, I can't set the price. The white shopkeeper handed over a pair of slightly yellowed notebooks.

"Zeng Gong!"

Chen Xiu was frightened at first, he really had a feeling that he was going bankrupt after paying to the stupid brother this time.

Zeng Gong, this guy, in addition to being the eight masters of the Tang and Song dynasties, was also the eight traitors of the late Northern Song Dynasty!

A few years ago, his "Bureau Post" was only less than 200 words, and it was auctioned at a sky-high price of 109 million, which can be described as a thousand words!

Now the white shopkeeper shows himself the calligraphy of "Wandering in the Mountains", although the number of words is a little less, but with the calligraphy of this big traitor, at least 70 or 80 million can be photographed, and the stupid brother will give himself a discount of 30 or 40 million, plus other things, the stupid brother's batch of things will definitely exceed 200 million...... Immediately there was a posture of going bankrupt.

"Eh, go bankrupt, go bankrupt, if you can't do it, you have the cheekiness to sell the things first and then pay the stupid brother, or suck the mysterious power inside first. ”

"Huh! No response!"

"No...... No, why can't I absorb the power? Is there something wrong with me?"

When the ordinary genuine antique touches the palm of the hand, it will naturally extract the mysterious power inside, but now the calligraphy has no reaction in the hand.

"No! I will give a hint of the price in my mind when I touch the genuine antiques, and I don't have any hints in my hand...... Only fakes will do that!"

Chen Xiu opened the calligraphy again, carefully observed it word by word, including the paper and ink, and carefully looked at the seals of the previous collectors on the inscription with a magnifying glass.

"Boss, what's wrong?"

"This calligraphy is a fake!"

"Fake?"

The white shopkeeper was frightened, just now when he classified this calligraphy, because he also knew that Zeng Gu was in the calligraphy world, he watched it several times, and he didn't see the clue at all.

"Boss, I'm ......"

"Lao Bai, it's none of your business. It's the fakes who are too skilled, if I don't have ...... I almost lost my eyes. The ink used by this person from paper to inkstone and seal is all from the Northern Song Dynasty, and even if you use it to identify the carbon element, it will tell you that there are almost a thousand years from now, and the handwriting of the copy is really similar to Zeng Gu. ”

"The handwriting is so similar......! This can't be Mr. Zhang Daqian's prank!"

Although Zhang Daqian is a master of modern times, the old man's favorite thing when he was young was to copy the works of some "before" people, which can be made to be fake and real, and no one can distinguish the real from the fake with his contemporaries, collectors, experts and no one in the first place.

Of course, if it is Zhang Daqian's imitation, it cannot be a complete fake.

To be able to do this is also art!

Just like the old man Qianlong of the Qing Dynasty, he ordered people to guard against the Ru kiln of the Song Dynasty, although it is fake, but it is also of extremely high artistic value.

There was a treasure appreciation program on Beijing TV before, and the host was still an actor from a professional household. That show attracts ratings, and fakes will be smashed by the host on the spot.

At that time, someone took a porcelain imitation of the Song Dynasty to identify.

Experts say it's a fake!

The host didn't say a word, and smashed it with a "snap".

After smashing the experts, they said that the fake ones are also worth millions!

It is estimated that the host was eager to smash the expert's head with a hammer at that time.

If this high-imitation Zeng Gu's "Wandering in the Mountains" is really from Mr. Daqian's handwriting, it can still be sold for a few million.

"It's not!"

Chen Xiu handed the magnifying glass to the white shopkeeper and pointed to a seal for the white shopkeeper to see.

The white shopkeeper took a look at it with a magnifying glass, put the magnifying glass on the notebook like a ghost, and cursed in his mouth: "Lie down!"

"Lao Bai, what do you see?"

The white shopkeeper has always been solemn and calm, and rarely swears, Fang Qiong and Song Shihe also came over and asked curiously: "Old Bai, what did you see, it made you lose your temper!"

"See for yourselves!"

Fang Qiong first picked up the magnifying glass and looked at it, and blurted out: "Naruto!"

"What Naruto, mess up!"

Kazuya Tsukaishi took a magnifying glass and looked at it, only to see that there was a very small but very clear cartoon image hidden on the seal - Orochimaru.

Of course, if Chen Xiu hadn't pointed out the location, ordinary people would really not have found out.

"It seems that this is a prank by the faker, but if this guy didn't deliberately leave this loophole here, ordinary people really can't tell the real from the fake. ”

Chen Xiu admired the person who made this fake copy, and judging from the cartoon image left by this guy, this guy is likely to be a young man.

"Lao Bai, bring me all the calligraphy and paintings, and I'll check them all again!"

"Yes!"

Re-checked one more time, but this time no fakes were found.

After an afternoon of appraisal, he and Lao Bai also came up with a rough estimate of the car of antiques sent by Dasha - worth 90 million.