"I heard that someone found Yuan Qinghua here?"

This is an old man with gray hair, dressed in Tang costume, with a ruddy complexion. Behind the old man were two bodyguards in suits.

Seeing this old man, Huang Yan's face suddenly changed, from cold to flattery, and he stepped forward in two steps.

"Old Tang, why are you interested in coming here again?" Huang Yan asked cautiously, very respectfully.

Many of the people present were puzzled, only the girl's grandfather raised his eyebrows and said contemplatively: "Tang Qingyun!"

Speaking of Tang Lao, not many people may know it, but the name Tang Qingyun is like thunder!

Anyone who has some news in the upper circle basically knows who Tang Qingyun is!

Tang Qingyun, a famous treasure expert in China, in the field of antiques, he can be said to be standing at the pinnacle, no one can compare.

Compared with Tang Qingyun, Huang Yan is a little insignificant.

"What's the matter today, Master Huang appeared first, and now even the famous Tang Lao is here. ”

"In terms of antiques, some people may question Master Huang, but absolutely no one doubts Donald! ”

"Master Huang's vision will never be wrong, that piece of Yuan blue and white iron must be true! ”

Tang Lao nodded at Huang Yan without being salty, and then walked directly to the old man holding the Yuan Qinghua, and said with a smile:

"Old Qiao, how have you been doing lately?"

In terms of identity and age, there is not much difference between the two, and Qiao Lao didn't dare to slack off immediately, and said with a smile: "Thanks to Brother Tang's blessing, the younger brother has been doing very well recently." ”

The two immediately exchanged a few words, and Tang Lao went straight to the point: "Old Qiao, can you give me this Yuan Qinghua in your hand? After all, this thing is also rare." ”

"Haha, that's just right, Donald's appraisal can make some people shut up. Qiao Lao immediately handed Yuan Qinghua to Tang Lao.

Tang Lao cautiously received it in his hand, and when he heard this, a trace of curiosity couldn't help but appear on his face: "Oh, someone else dares to say that Qiao Lao bought a fake?"

Although he looked down on Huang Yan a little, this person did have some ability in identifying antiquities.

Since Huang Yan has been identified as true, some people still say that it is fake at this time?

"Well, it's that hairy boy. Qiao Lao snorted at Ye Fan, and his tone was full of unkindness.

Hearing this, Donald couldn't help but look at Ye Fan, and when he saw Ye Fan's young age and shabby clothes, he couldn't help frowning.

I am not very old, and I am definitely not a rich family by looking at clothes, so what can I know about antiques?

"Young man, you can't talk nonsense if you have something. Donald shook his head and said to Ye Fan.

At this moment, in his heart, he also felt that Ye Fan was an unreasonable hairy boy.

"Old man, how do you know I'm talking nonsense? The truth is often in the hands of a few. Ye Fan shook his shoulders, with a faint smile on his face.

As soon as he heard Ye Fan's words, the people present knew that he was still not giving up, and was still insisting on the remarks that Yun Qinghua was a fake.

The girl in white immediately frowned, and Huang Yan was even more furious: "Boy, are you looking for death?"

Qiao Lao sighed, although the Huang family is not as good as his Qiao family, but it is not far behind, Huang Yan wants to kill a kid with no background, it is simply easy.

"It's a bit of courage!" Old Tang's eyes flickered, and he said lightly: "Old decay will come to identify it now, if what you say is true, old decay will ensure that you are safe and sound, and in addition, accept you as an apprentice." ”

"Of course, if it's fake, it's just that you're grandstanding, then the old man can't help it. ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned, and when they reacted, their eyes were full of envy, jealousy and hatred when they looked at Ye Fan.

Even Huang Yan is like this, being accepted as a disciple by Donald is simply a great blessing.

After all, Donald is the first person to be a Chinese antique!

"Cut, the opportunity is there, but can he get it?"

"Although Master Huang is not as good as Tang Lao, his vision for connoisseurship is also among the first-class, since he dares to say that Yun Qinghua is true, it will definitely not be fake. ”

"Hey, this kid will not only not be able to be Donald's apprentice today, but he will end up miserable. ”

In everyone's hearts, Ye Fan was just grandstanding, and no one thought what he said was true.

It was the girl in white, who looked at Ye Fan with a faint hint of expectation in her eyes.

Perhaps, she had never seen such a brave person, no!

Under everyone's gaze, Donald began to hold the Yunqing vase and looked up and down.

From the inside to the outside, from the composition and ornamentation, to the grasp of the shape, slowly, his face gradually rose from seriousness to a hint of joy on his old cheeks.

Seeing this scene, many people knew that this cloud blue flower was almost identified as genuine, otherwise Tang Lao's face would not have appeared happy.

"Boy, let you talk nonsense, and you will pay the price later. Huang Yan sneered at Ye Fan, and the killing intent gradually flourished.

Qiao Lao shook his head slightly, and the girl in white was a little disappointed, it seemed that this person was really talking nonsense.

The rest of the onlookers also gloated and looked at Ye Fan's gaze with bad intentions.

Ye Fan didn't care about the eyes around him, to be honest, he was quite disappointed in this old Tang.

What else is the first person to be a Chinese antique? Just blow it up! Not a single counterfeit can be identified, and it is really terrible.

"This piece of Yuan Qinghua is indeed ......" After a long time, Donald finally finished the identification, he was very happy to stroke the body of the Yuan Qinghua bottle, and was about to say the result, but was interrupted by Ye Fan.

"Old man, do you want to take a serious look at the artistic temperament of this thing?"

The words were interrupted, and Tang Lao was very dissatisfied with Ye Fan, but he finally nodded and continued to observe.

At this time, Ye Fan squinted, and a trace of golden light flew out of his eyes, instantly entering the cloud blue flower in Tang Lao's hand.

"Po-"

When the golden light touched the body of the Yuan Qinghua bottle, a wisp of black gas evaporated and disappeared in an instant.

Basically no one saw this scene, only the fat seller, who glanced at Ye Fan with a frown, and there was a flash of murder in his eyes.

"Huh?" When the black qi dissipated, Donald's gaze suddenly froze, and the smile on his face disappeared in an instant.

He found that when he looked at this cloud blue flower again, the heavy sense of history and culture in it suddenly disappeared.

"How can this be!" Donald frowned, and double-checked it several more times, but the result was still the same.

Every cultural relic has been handed down from ancient times, after hundreds of years or even thousands of years of precipitation, to the present, but all cultural relics have a thick atmosphere of the times.

Others may be imitable, but time history is difficult to imitate.

If it weren't for Ye Fan's reminder and check it again, he Tang Qingyun would really be gone.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look up at Ye Fan, there was gratitude in his old eyes, and there was a hint of respect.

"Little brother, you are really as wise as a torch!" Tang Qingyun said with a little bitterness.

When this sentence fell, everyone present was stunned, there was really something wrong with this cloud blue flower?