This is no longer the scene of the treasure appraisal meeting in Qibao Town two days ago, but the treasure selection and appraisal meeting in the largest district of the magic capital.

The banner that was put out was also the National Antique Conference and the Treasure Appreciation Conference of the Modutan District.

When he arrived here, Jin Feng suddenly felt like a dragon returning to the sea.

The 10-year National Assembly is about to be held, and the national treasures of the past 10 years will be selected, and the first place will receive a prize of 50 million.

The popularity here is even stronger than the previous two days.

Security and duty are much stronger.

The huge square is crowded with people, crowded with people, and there are no less than tens of thousands of people in a large area of black pressure.

For such an important occasion, the diversion method was adopted, and Jin Feng waited on the periphery for more than ten minutes before being let in.

The flow of people meanders like a long snake, and every twenty meters there are special people watching the scene, which is to prevent the scandal of the previous two days from being staged here.

The loudspeaker kept repeating some lectures on deception.

Special police officers wearing sunglasses are stationed at their posts with loaded guns and live ammunition, and the new 97 hanging on their chests is enough to deter those opportunists who have ideas and want to engage in crooked ways.

It seems that the incident two days ago made Xia Ding really angry.

But the strange thing is that there are also stalls in it.

And no less!

I don't know how these stalls got in?

However, these stalls are very conscious, and they have not affected the order, and the organizers have let it go.

When Jin Feng appeared at the stall, the vendors who sold Jin Feng the wrong golden dove cane for the Warring States two days ago miraculously recognized Jin Feng.

Several vendors turned frightened and turned their backs to pretend not to see Jin Feng.

Jin Feng looked calm and calm, strolled past the stall with a cigarette in his mouth, swept his eyes casually, did not stop, and walked straight into the distance.

It took me more than half an hour to walk around.

This treasure appreciation conference is divided into primary and secondary selection.

Most of the experts selected in the primary selection are some experts from local museums and cultural preservation units in the magic capital, and these experts are actually not suitable for appraisal.

Because they have been exposed to very few fakes in their lives, they have almost no chance of getting in touch with fakes.

Are you kidding.

If there were fakes in the museum, the curator would have been taken to shoot and eat in prison.

Some fakes are forced to do so, which is recognized.

That's not called a fake, that's called a replica!

Like some paintings and calligraphy and peerless treasures that will never leave the country, they must be replaced by replicas.

If you want to see the real thing, you can do it once a year.

Or once every decade.

One of the peerless treasures, "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains", has only been exhibited four times in the past 100 years.

I exhibited it once this year, and the next time, I don't know when it will be.

The experts of treasure appreciation are also helpless to use the masters of museums and cultural preservation units, because in China, the real treasure appreciation masters are withering day by day, and it is an indisputable fact that they are not in charge.

Fortunately, the division of labor at this treasure appraisal conference is very detailed.

Each one is only responsible for the one specialty they do best.

Even if it is a fake that is missed, there is still a group of sub-masters in charge of the final level, so it is basically foolproof.

After walking around for half a circle, Jin Feng didn't see any major leaks.

There are a lot of small leaks, but those small leaks are not worth shooting yourself.

When he walked further to the left, Jin Feng finally stopped.

There were still many white-skinned foreigners and Kunlun slaves at the treasure appraisal meeting.

Baipi and Kunlun Nu also held antiques and honestly lined up for identification.

As an international metropolis, foreigners have long been accustomed to seeing it.

However, it is a bit strange that foreigners are still carrying antiques from Shenzhou.

Quietly, Jin Feng stood quietly beside him, his eyes fixed on the thing in the hand of one of the foreigners.

It was a pastel bottle.

With a sweep of his eyes, the size of the bottle immediately appeared in front of him.

It is one foot one inch seven high, two inches and three feet at the bottom, the bottle body is slender, and the abdomen is round and bulging upwards to become a straight neck and straight head.

On either side near the mouth of the bottle there are two ears half an inch long.

It's called a pastel amphora.

Qianlong's!

The bottle on the white ground is painted with two large red peonies, plus a dark red entwined lotus, which is exquisite and elegant.

I don't have to say anything about the painter.

The master-level technique is dignified and elegant, quiet and noble, and the color filling is also extremely delicate.

The glaze is very moist from a distance, and it has a feeling of jade.

This is a porcelain light unique to porcelain!

It is also one of the most important means of firm porcelain.

Also called Baoguang!

The luster of the freshly fired porcelain is very strong, and it is called firelight.

Counterfeiters use various means to kill this fire, and the glow is called thief light.

Only the traces of time that have been naturally tempered and revealed can be called Baoguang.

Jin Feng's eagle eyes were sharp, and Gu had already seen this thing clearly.

After taking a first look, Jin Feng no longer had any nostalgia, immediately turned around and walked out of the treasure appraisal scene.

Out of the venue, there were still guards on duty, but Jin Feng was walking faster and faster.

Bypassing the square, Jin Feng began to trot, getting faster and faster, and finally, he ran wildly down the street at the speed of the second-stage rocket disjointed.

The strange appearance and extreme speed caused countless passers-by to look back.

The speed of the 100-meter sprint was maintained for five minutes, until he was sweating profusely and running out of energy.

Looking up, Jin Feng showed a sneer.

This is an antique old street on the Modu Beach, which was one of the best here twenty years ago, and then the Modu Beach developed greatly, and this old street was gradually abandoned.

Nowadays, the street has become synonymous with shoddy work, and most of the merchants sell ordinary handicrafts and old objects that have been renovated.

Occasionally, there are one or two genuine goods, and at most they will go to the Republic of China.

Like thatched cottages, this old street called antique is now only made by tourists from outside.

It is rarely visited by locals.

Running here from the square in one breath, he exhausted all of Jin Feng's strength, but he didn't dare to slack off in the slightest, and while walking and adjusting his breathing, his eyes looked left and right.

Jin Feng wanted to get the amphora in the foreigner's hand.

Engage in other people's things, Jin Feng will still think of some ways, and he still has some scruples in his heart.

When it comes to white-skinned things, Jin Feng has never been merciful.

Never!

Soon Jin Feng chose an antique shop, went in and walked directly to the thing, and asked the price.

In less than ten seconds, Jin Feng lost two thousand yuan on the counter, took something and left.

I bought a bottle of water and stopped the taxi to rush back to the treasure appreciator.

Returning to the place of the group of foreigners again, Jin Feng's heart suddenly tightened.

There are three more people, and it will be the foreigner's turn to appreciate the treasure.

It's too late!

Jin Feng pursed his lips and walked straight over with his bag on his back.

At this time, the reporter of Modu TV came over with the cameraman and pointed the microphone in front of the foreigner.

The old man looked a little shy about the camera, but he was still happy to be interviewed by the TV station.

Hold up the amphora in your hand in front of everyone.

"Hello everyone, my name is Fergus. I'm from the First Empire, the Devil's City. ”

"This is a legacy from my great-grandfather, and we have always used it to make flower ......"

"Very beautiful. ”

"Yes, I'm an exchange student, which I brought with me from the First Empire. ”

"I hope he's real. ”

"Yes. I hope to sell it for a good price. I hope to use this money to travel all over the world. ”

"I love you, Mordu!"

A few white skins with this foreigner raised a victory gesture and pointed at the camera, shouting: "I love you, Modu!"

Amid the laughter, the camera slowly withdraws.

At this moment, suddenly, a black shadow in the lens flashed away......

Then, a foreigner slipped under his feet, screamed in his mouth, and fell forward.

This pounce happened to fall on the man named Fergus.

Fergus screamed and fell to the ground.

Everyone around them was stunned.

Amphora!

I didn't hear the cracking!

When Fergus fell, he only felt like he was being dragged hard.

Fergus, who was calm, hurried to look at his amphora......

I saw the amphora appear in the hand of a man, it was this man who just pulled himself and saved himself and his family's amphora.

Seeing that his amphora was okay, Fergus let out a long breath, patting his chest and calling the Lord Jesus and his mother's name in his mouth.

"Thank you, thank you......"

"Thank you so much......"

Fergus clutched his chest in rejoice as he nodded to the man in black.

"Take it, it's worthless if it's broken. ”

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