As long as the inner painting pot is mentioned, it means that Feng Weijing is interested in this matter!

And as long as Feng Weijing is interested in this matter, then he can have someone to wipe his ass!

That's great!

Thanks to Sister Yan!

Yin Jinghao ran all the way, still cheering in his heart.

Seeing that Yin Jinghao had gone downstairs, Feng Weijing said to Yan Shuiran: "What, what's the matter with that kid?" It can even make you take the initiative to ask. ”

Yan Shuiran shook her head and said with a smile: "You underestimate Yin Jinghao." This kid, when luck comes, let alone cause trouble, I'm afraid that even good things will take the initiative to find him! ”

Yin Jinghao's face, where is the face of breaking wealth and bad luck, it is clearly the face of hitting the luck!

This kid, bad luck can turn into good luck, it's really a blessing that I don't know where it came from.

Meddlesome?

Feng Weijing raised his eyebrows.

Could it be that the so-called fake inner painting pot that Yin Jinghao bought is actually still a treasure?

There shouldn't be such a big reversal, right?

But Yan Shuiran has never been a person who talks about it.

Either way, as long as you see the inner painting pot, the matter will be clear at a glance.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Soon, the stairs of Guzhai sounded again.

Yin Jinghao ran up with a box in his hand, sweaty and panting.

Obviously, the box contained the inner painting pot that he had just bought yesterday.

Although he already knew that this inner painting pot was not very valuable, Yin Jinghao still really spent six million for it after all. So there's still no way to really treat it as a general craft.

"Now, here it is!" Yin Jinghao hung his head and pointed to the box that he put on the table, "I spent six million to buy such a thing." I've had eight lifetimes of blood mold. Honestly, I still don't dare tell my dad about this......"

Yan Shuiran didn't listen to his nonsense, but opened the box directly.

Yin Jinghao suddenly stopped.

The inner painting pot that cost Yin Jinghao six million also appeared in front of the three of them.

Yan Shuiran stared at the painting pot inside, her eyes flashing.

No wonder she felt that Yin Jinghao's face was a little wrong.

This inner painting pot turned out to be a magic vessel! And it's also a blessing weapon among ritual weapons!

Not only that, this inner painting pot is also a blessing vessel with rich spiritual power and extraordinary quality!

"Brother Feng, you are more familiar with antiques. From your point of view, what age do you think this inner painting pot is? Yan Shuiran raised her head at Feng Weijing.

Yin Jinghao raised his head violently.

Could it be that this inside the painting pot. Wasn't it just a handicraft, as his appraiser had told him?

Yin Jinghao felt a little hope in his heart, and looked at Feng Weijing expectantly.

Feng Weijing didn't expect Yan Shuiran to suddenly ask like this, and picked up the inner painting pot a little angrily.

This inner painting pot is indeed very delicately made. The three immortals of Fu Lu Shou are vividly portrayed. It doesn't look like it's sticker-on at all, but it's carved by the craftsman himself.

However, this still does not hide the fact that this inner painting pot is a modern work.

"If I'm not mistaken, the history of this inner painting pot will definitely not exceed 20 years, and what has been made in 20 years can of course only be called a handicraft." Feng Weijing quickly saw the bottom of this inner painting pot, "However, the workmanship of this inner painting pot is really exquisite." It is not lower than the level of official kilns in the Qing Dynasty. It's hard for me to imagine anyone else in modern times who has such a good craft. Moreover, it has not left its own mark on the inner painting pot...... These performances are really a bit abnormal. ”

Yan Shuiran vaguely understood in her heart.

Yin Jinghao was disappointed.

He doesn't care how good the craftsmanship of this inner painting pot is, as long as he knows that this inner painting pot is indeed a modern handicraft, it is enough.

No matter how beautiful the handicrafts are, they can't be worth the price of six million.

The bet between himself and Lou Zikang still had to be lost after all.

"Xiao Yin, you said you made a bet with someone?" Yan Shuiran turned her head and asked.

Yin Jinghao hung his head and said, "Yes, the time is set for this afternoon." When the time comes, I will wander around the antique world with Lou Zikang and witness him buy an antique for the same price. When the time comes, we will compare the two antiques together to see which one is more actually valuable, and whoever wins. ”

Yan Shuiran frowned.

If the other party is a knowledgeable person, then she doesn't need to say anything, Yin Jinghao's bet is won. Because the value of this inner painting pot as a magic artifact has already far exceeded six million.

But how many young people nowadays know the magic weapon?

At that time, even if Yan Shuiran said that this was a magic weapon, I was afraid that the group of people who bet with Yin Jinghao would not believe it.

It's not easy to win this bet.

After thinking about it, Yan Shuiran still quietly told Feng Weijing what she saw.

In the final analysis, how to solve Yin Jinghao's matter still depends on Feng Weijing's meaning.

Feng Weijing was also very surprised when he heard it.

He didn't expect that what Yin Jinghao had been calculated to buy would be a priceless magic weapon!

Feng Weijing couldn't help but look at Yin Jinghao twice.

Yin Jinghao didn't know what the two of them were whispering, and looked at the two of them with blank eyes. Especially when Feng Weijing looked over, Yin Jinghao tried his best to show an honest appearance, just like a little pug waiting to be fed.

Feng Weijing thought for a while and said, "Do you really want to get rid of this trouble?" ”

"Of course!" Yin Jinghao nodded like pounding garlic.

Feng Weijing said slowly: "This time, it's not that I can't help you with the next thing." However, this inner painting pot belongs to me. The rest of the gambling contract problems will naturally be solved by me for you. ”

Yin Jinghao's eyes widened and he looked at Feng Weijing.

It's that simple?!

How is this possible?!

"Brother Feng, are you really fake?" Yin Jinghao still felt that he might have heard it wrong.

"When did I lie to you?" Feng Weijing looked at Yin Jinghao with a smile, "However, there is one thing I have to make clear to you." This inner painting pot is not as simple as an ordinary handicraft, and there is another mystery in it. It's just that there are too few people who know how to do it, and very few people can see through it. Even if this thing is in your hands, I am afraid that it will always be regarded as a handicraft. I accepted this inner painting pot as a reward for solving your troubles. In that case, would you also like to leave this inner painting pot to me to dispose of at will? ”

What?

Yin Jinghao listened stupidly directly.

He didn't see anything of value in the pot.

With Feng Weijing's shrewdness, it is even more impossible not to know it.

Is it really because I don't have enough Taoism? (To be continued......)