"Xiaoya, what are you doing, hurry up and bring me a magnifying glass!" Ding Deli greeted loudly, and his voice trembled a little.

It can be seen that Tintley's love for antiques is deep in the bone marrow.

Even if it was an album, he watched it with relish.

The originally cloudy eyes seemed to be able to burst out of a scorching light at this moment.

"Mr. Qin, these things are all good things, good things! Is it all yours? This calligraphy and painting should be a work of the Tang Dynasty......"

Holding the atlas, Ding Deli's hands were trembling, and there were tears in his eyes.

"Good babies, they're all good babies! This is Yuan Qinghua, there are very few surviving in the world, and it is so exquisite, such a piece must be worth tens of thousands of dollars! ”

Qin Fei frowned, how could it be worth such a small amount of money, not even a hundred thousand dollars?

What are you kidding, this is Yuan Qinghua!

He clearly remembered that the world-shocking Yuan Qinghua "Guiguzi Descending Jar" was sold for 14 million pounds, and the commission was equivalent to 230 million soft sister coins.

It seems that these things in Daddy Marie's collection are not too good!

Ding Deli continued: "When I was a buddy, my shopkeeper received a similar one, and it cost a full 30,000 dollars at that time! Listening to what he said, he still missed it, and when he really got to the market, he had to pay at least $40,000 to make a move. ”

"Now I estimate that even if it is inflation, the price will have to rise three or four times, well, it should be able to sell for more than 100,000!"

Hearing this, Qin Fei couldn't help grinning, it seemed that he had thought of something wrong.

It is true that the old man has not been in contact with the antique market for a long time.

Over the years, with the rise of Yanxia and entering the ranks of first-tier powers, these high-end artworks from Yanxia are highly sought after.

After the market speculation, coupled with the guidance of public opinion of well-intentioned people, those cultural relics can be said to be a price a day, doubling straight up.

Qin Fei can see that Ding Deli does have an eye for antiques, but the price he gives cannot be used as a reference.

However, these problems are not big, as long as he identifies the authenticity, Marie's side will naturally compare the transaction prices of various lots in the auctions over the years, and can come up with a more reasonable price.

"This is a gilded bronze Buddha, this is a pastel elephant ear bottle, and there is a Xuande furnace, which is a halberd honor...... And these two, it's a pity, it's a pity...... Judging from the color style, it should be a high imitation in the middle of the Qing Dynasty, but it should be an official imitation, and it is also a high-quality product. ”

Ding Deli stretched out his hand and slowly stroked the atlas, and counted the contents of the atlas as if these treasures were in front of his eyes.

Of course, he didn't patronize himself to look at it, and he would also point out the characteristics of these things to Qin Fei.

Each item has a unique mark that belongs to that era, exuding a different charm.

The author of each work has some unique hobbies.

For example, some authors like to leave marks in inconspicuous places in their works, others like to hide their names in paintings, and some porcelain has different characteristics of different eras, and some carvings have differences in details......

Ding Deli said with flying eyebrows, and all kinds of related anecdotes came at his fingertips, while Qin Fei listened to it with relish and nodded again and again.

Ding Ya was quietly serving tea and water on the side, looking very quiet.

Even so, it is still indispensable to be occasionally said by Mr. Ding.

When he first listened to it, Qin Fei was still a little uncomfortable.

But after listening to it a few more times, and then looking at the eyes that the old man threw at Ding Ya every time, full of concern, Qin Fei was relieved.

This is the same as parents looking at their children, no matter how good the child is, in their eyes, they are still just a child.

Finally finished talking about the last collection on the album, Ding Deli slowly closed the album, and said to Qin Fei with a smile: "Mr. Qin, just looking at the album can't completely determine the authenticity, you must also see the real thing." ”

"In the antique industry, you have to see the real thing, and don't ignore the fake thing. A real master is enough to confuse the real with the fake, and only by constantly learning can he train a pair of fiery eyes and avoid hitting the eyes to the greatest extent. ”

"If you don't mind, have a light meal at my side, and then I'll take you to the antique street in Chinatown in the evening and have a look!" The old man followed.

"Hehe, old man, don't be so polite, you helped me, I should have invited you to dinner!" Qin Fei said with a smile.

As he spoke, there was a sudden sound of a rough door opening.

The three people in the room fell silent for a moment.

Bang dang!

The door was kicked open, and a thin, yellow-haired guy came in from the outside, it was Ding Rui.

Looking at his staggering appearance, I don't know if he drank too much or was high.

Syllable!

After coming in, Ding Rui casually threw the key on the ground and shouted: "Fake! Ding Ya, hurry up and get out, Lao Tzu's key has landed, come and pick it up! ”

Qin Fei frowned.

He saw with his own eyes that this guy deliberately threw it away, wasn't this deliberately finding fault?

After Ding Rui finished speaking, he raised his head and squinted his eyes, as if he didn't see Qin Fei's appearance clearly, but said in a weird way: "Yo! Got a guest? The old man's is still Ding Ya's? What a rarity! ”

"Are you recovering well, and your arm is getting better?" Qin Fei slowly stood up, the bones of his hands clattered, and he looked at Ding Rui with a frosty face.

With his eyes wide, Ding Rui looked at Qin Fei in a daze, his head seemed to be a few beats slower than normal, and he focused for a while before he could see the other party's appearance clearly.

Ding Rui suddenly hit a spirit, his body staggered, and he almost fell to the ground.

He finally stood firm against the wall, squeezed out a smile that was more ugly than crying, and stammered, "Qin...... Qin ...... Sir, you ...... Why are you here? ”

Qin Fei said coldly: "Damn it, have you forgotten what I told you last time?" Xiaoya is my godsister, if you bully her again, I will directly break your dog's leg. Okay, to give you a choice, which leg are you going to start with? ”

Hearing this, Ding Rui's face turned pale with fright, and he turned his head and wanted to run.

Rushing up and lifting him up like a chicken, Qin Fei said word by word: "What, do you think you can outrun me?" ”

"Ask for ...... Please, let me go, I will never ...... again"

Before Ding Rui could finish speaking, Qin Fei slammed him to the ground.

Click!

With one foot down, Ding Rui's left calf suddenly showed abnormal distortion.

Dealing with this kind of scum, Qin Fei will not be the slightest soft, and if he breaks his leg, he will break his leg.