Lin Haoran didn't know what the master he was looking for by the clerk was, but the smile of Uncle Luobo made him feel too fake, and through his smile, he found more things, and this father and son were definitely not so simple.

It's certainly not that simple, because they are just a couple of liars, they are not father and son, they are master and apprentice.

Scammers exist where there are people, as long as there are people, any class, any industry will have scammers. And there are as many scammers in the antiques industry as there are thieves at train stations.

The red and white fox is the two most famous liars in the antique industry, the red fox is a young girl, not only superb deception, but also looks like a fox spirit, and a smile can fall into the city. And the white fox is an old man, some people say that this old man is fifty, some say that he is sixty, but in fact, he is seventy, but who does not know his actual age.

Like the age of the white fox, no one has ever seen the true face of the red and white fox, because every time they appear, they use a mask. No one knows how many people they have deceived, many people have been deceived and help count money, but one thing is certain, they like to use antique calligraphy and painting to deceive people the most, people sometimes cheat alone, sometimes gang set up a game.

The daimyo of the red and white foxes shine as brightly as the celestial stars in the antique shop and among the thousand gates, but no one knows what their real names are or when they debuted, as if they have always existed.

Using antiques to cheat, sometimes it is really not a fraud, at most it is just selling fakes. In the antique world, it can't be regarded as a fraud, at least it can't be too real, who is fooled, can only blame their poor eyesight. Unless you have evidence to prove that someone else has the intention to set up a situation, at most someone else sells Xibei goods.

Because, who knows how many of the antiques on the street are real and how many are fake.

People who like to sell Xibei goods, they like to choose a newly opened store, or a new person who has entered the industry to sell treasures, left and right neighbors, looking at the Luobo uncle into the memory of time, only that he is a general seller of Xibei goods, but no one would have thought that this Luobo middle-aged uncle turned out to be a famous white fox.

Uncle Lobo carefully put his handbag on the counter, and carefully took out a wooden box from the bag.

When I opened the wooden box, everyone felt that the golden light in front of them was shining, and there was a golden bottle in the box.

The style of the bottle is very beautiful, with a slender and enchanting bottle neck like a woman's ***, with a small face, and a seductive cherry mouth on the face...... However, what made Lin Haoran feel very uncomfortable was that this bottle did not draw fairy peaches or goddess scattered flowers, but painted an old farmer, buffalo, and crop ...... carrying hoes. What a joke, why do you draw these things in such a beautiful bottle?

He really doesn't know anything, this bottle is called the Harvest Picture Platinum Bottle, of course, you have to draw the old farmer to paint the buffalo, is it called the Harvest Bottle to draw a bare-ass girl.

"What a beautiful bottle, is it really gold?" Feng Shengnan exclaimed.

"Silly, it's platinum. Zheng Shuangmei doesn't know how to pretend to understand.

"I think it's copper, who is so bored to get gold on a broken bottle. Tang Feng said.

Eh, the people in this antique shop, do they understand antiques, what kind of messy comments.

When the white fox heard this, he laughed secretly in his heart, fuck, it turned out that they were all outsiders, what a group of sheep, I have to slaughter them today.

"Division... Fu, let's see if you can... How much can it be sold for... Give a good price, kid... The child is sick ...... his mother. The white fox held the golden bottle and handed it to Lin Haoran, the little boy grabbed his shirt and stood next to him, his face was also full of sadness, and when he heard the white fox say that his mother was sick, his eyes were even red, as if he was going to cry.

The middle-aged rural uncle's wife was sick, and he took the child to the city for treatment, and then spent all his savings, and finally counted on this ancestral gold bottle. Expressions and emotions such as anxiety, distress, expectation, worry, and fear, the master and apprentice performed as if they were real.

Lin Haoran didn't need to look at it to know that this thing was fake, and it was a new fake, because there was no aura that had been precipitated over the years. However, after all, it was the first time for him, the palm master, to pretend, so he reached out to take the bottle.

"Wait, put the bottle on the counter. The female clerk suddenly drank Lin Haoran.

Everyone was stunned and looked at her for some reason.

The white fox also pretended to look at him very blankly, but he was thinking in his heart, hehe, he thought it was all a group of outsiders, but he didn't expect this girl to know a little bit about the rules of the industry.

"Uncle, the treasure can't be handed, this is our rule, put it on the counter, if you want to pick it up, our master will pick it up himself. The female clerk said.

In the antique industry, whether you are familiar with it or not, when appreciating and appreciating or playing with treasures, you will not hand over things directly to the second person, and if you want to show them to the second person, you have to put the things on the table first and pick them up by others. So there is such a rule, just to prevent touching the porcelain, what if something falls? Who can tell whose fault it is?

Lin Haoran pretended to take a magnifying glass and looked at the gold bottle back and forth, left and right, up and down, inside and out, and then put away the magnifying glass and looked at the white fox and said, "Uncle, how much are you going to sell this thing?"

He really didn't know what the bottle was called, so he said it was a joke.

Snort, the white fox laughed secretly, it turns out that this palm-eyed master is also a straw bale, and he doesn't understand anything, today Lao Tzu is going to slaughter a fat sheep. Wait, no one in the whole store understands this business, why do they want to open this antique shop? The white fox was suspicious, fuck, it can't be pretending, are they?

The suspicion of liars is very heavy, and they deceive others and deceive themselves every day, so they think that people all over the world are like them, they all use pretenses. Therefore, the white fox just confirmed that all the people in this shop were not playing antiques, but immediately denied his own judgment, because this is too contrary to common sense, if it is not for special reasons, no one will play like this.

Who are they fishing for? It can't be a Qianmen person, be careful, you have to be careful, the white fox warned himself in his heart.

"That's... Master, you... You look at the give, I... I don't understand, my father said when he died, this... This is the year of Qianlong... Gold bottles, worth a lot of money... It's worth a lot of money. The white fox bowed and nodded.

"The doctor said, my mother's illness will take 500,000 yuan to cure, you give 500,000, and the gold bottle will be yours. The kid suddenly wasn't afraid of people, and said very clearly with certainty.

"Little bastard, what are you squeaking, you know a hammer, Teacher Sun said that this bottle is worth a million. The white fox pulled his son aside and scolded in a low voice.