What Lin Feng is looking for is the forces of the rivers and lakes.

In addition to his parents' affairs, there are also femme fatales' affairs, he has to figure it out.

Therefore, this Zhao Shuiwang, Lin Feng wants to uproot and see where his roots have reached?

Lin Feng answered the phone, and the other party said.

"Mr. Lin, it's me, Lao Zhao!"

Lin Feng asked deliberately.

"Which old Zhao?"

Zhao Shuiwang explained.

"Mr. Lin is really a noble person, I am Zhao Shuiwang!"

Lin Feng asked.

"It turned out to be Mr. Zhao, is there anything wrong?"

Zhao Shuiwang smiled first, and then said.

"Mr. Lin, I am really shocked that you broke the antique scam of Yan Quan, to be honest, I really want to make Mr. Lin a friend!"

"Over there in Poplar Villa, there were too many people at that dinner, and among them, there were even some people who had a little trouble with me and were prejudiced against me, and some people couldn't get used to our family's previous affairs, I guess they might remind you and keep you away from me......

Zhao Shuiwang actually took the initiative to mention this matter, Lin Feng asked.

"What happened to your family?"

Zhao Shuiwang did not shy away from it and replied directly.

"I can't hide it, before our house, it was a dirt gate, and it was a tomb robber."

"But that's the old yellow calendar of the war years, our Zhao family has long been washed and washed hands, otherwise, I wouldn't be so poor as to farm and be a farmer in my early years, do you say?"

Lin Feng snorted, and Zhao Shuiwang said again.

"Mr. Lin, you are a treasure connoisseur. Actually, I also collect antiques on weekdays, and I have a few good objects in my hand, I want to ask Mr. Lin to take a look, I don't know, are you free tomorrow?"

"Free."

Lin Feng replied simply.

Su Wanyu's company's Su embroidery auction was an instant hit, and those previous partners, even if they didn't cooperate, there were other rough stone suppliers who would compete to cooperate with Su Wanyu, so her business over there had been completely stabilized, and Lin Feng didn't have to worry about it anymore.

And Lin Feng also got a part of the shares of the Su Group, which was led by Chen Lao and decided at the shareholders' meeting.

Here, Lin Feng contacted Zhao Shuiwang to see what Zhao Shuiwang was going to do, after all, this person may have something to do with Lin Feng's parents.

The next morning.

Lin Feng took a taxi according to the address given by Zhao Shuiwang.

It was a tea house.

The name is Sansai Tea House.

The tea house is full of antique artworks of Zhao Shuiwang's Tang Sancai.

Lin Feng went over and talked to the front desk of the tea house, and soon, Zhao Shuiwang came over, and while leading the way, he said very apologetically.

"How can you let Mr. Lin take a taxi by yourself, you said in the morning that you are free, I should send a car to pick you up!"

"It's fine."

Lin Feng only said two words.

Zhao Shuiwang led the way in front, from a corridor behind the tea house, through a garden, to the villa at the back.

There are many antiques on the ancient shelves in the villa, and Lin Feng swept them away at a glance, they are basically fakes.

After serving tea.

Zhao Shuiwang said a few words, and then carefully moved down a bronze Fang Zun from the Bogu shelf next to him and asked.

"Mr. Lin, can you help me take a look, how is this bronze Fang Venerable?"

Lin Feng was straightforward.

"Fake."

"Huh?"

"The patina is made, not deep into the bronze fetal bones, smell carefully, and there is a smell, the traditional thatched manure tank is the old method."

When Zhao Shuiwang heard it, he looked depressed.

Then, he brought another Hetian Yushanzi carving.

"That...... What about this, Hetian Yuyu Shanzi in the middle of the Qing Dynasty, you have an eye!" Look at the book

"Fake!"

"Brown underneath

Qin color, sheep blood bubble out, look carefully, there are cracks in the color part, that is to make the sheep blood better into the bone, high temperature local burning. If you scrape it off with a knife, the wax will fall off, and if you smell it carefully, it will smell fishy."

When Zhao Shuiwang heard it, his face also changed.

Next, Zhao Shuiwang took out more than a dozen things in a row, and here in Lin Feng, they were all fake.

Lin Feng was thinking, what is Zhao Shuiwang going to do?

Zhao Shuiwang can do antique handicrafts with fake and real, which is enough to prove that he is very proficient in the study of ancient porcelain, and the porcelain he took out just now is a fake, which is wrong.

Zhao Shuiwang did it on purpose!

After the identification of these things, Zhao Shuiwang sat on the sofa with a blank look.

"Ugh...... Let Mr. Lin smile, I originally thought that I would meet friends with treasure, but I didn't expect that my eyesight is really bad!"

He paused, then added.

"If I can't even get a genuine piece today, what qualifications do I have to be friends with Mr. Lin?"

"Wait a minute!"

"I'm going to get something!"

In a few minutes, Zhao Shuiwang came back.

He was holding a long wooden box in his hand, which was made of golden silk nanmu, the color of Huang Tongtong, polished and polished, very beautiful.

Zhao Shuiwang carefully put down the box, made a gesture of please, and said.

"Mr. Lin, please keep an eye on it!"

Looking at the shape of the box, there is no need to ask, there must be a painting scroll inside.

Lin Feng asked while unlocking the lock.

"Whose work?"

Zhao Shuiwang looked excited, and deliberately lowered his voice and said.

"To be honest, this painting was exchanged for a pair of blood-soaked green jade wine glasses from a Han tomb in Bishan by my ancestors. That pair of wine glasses, at an auction in Xiangjiang a few years ago, was sold for 2.57 million yuan."

Sold a pass, he said again.

"This painting is Zheng Banqiao's real handiwork!"

Lin Feng held the scroll in one hand and spread it out on the table, he hesitated slightly, but he still opened it.

It is indeed a bamboo and stone drawing of Zheng Banqiao.

But Lin Feng took a few looks, and knew that this was a fake, an old imitation with an age, but the age was not far away, and it was around the Republic of China.

"Mr. Lin, what do you think, how about this bamboo and stone drawing?"

Lin Feng looked at it carefully, made a somewhat excited expression, and asked.

"Mr. Zhao, do you want to shoot this painting?"

Zhao Shuiwang was stunned for a moment.

"This ......"

Lin Feng continued.

"To be honest, I have a soft spot for Zheng Banqiao's paintings, but until now, I haven't encountered a single authentic handiwork!"

Hearing Lin Feng say this, Zhao Shuiwang seemed to grit his teeth and said.

"Seriously, letting Mr. Lin come over today really dirty Mr. Lin's eyes! This painting will be transferred to you as my friend Mr. Lin by Zhao Shuiwang, and it can be regarded as an adult beauty!"

"Friends, Mr. Lin, you just mean a little bit, 500,000, can you see it?"

Lin Feng deliberately wondered.

"That's too low, isn't it?"

Zhao Shuiwang explained.

"I've said it all, Yibao will be a friend, and I can make Mr. Lin a friend, my old Zhao, I am fortunate to have three lives!"

Subsequently.

Lin Feng transferred money and took the painting away.

After he left, Zhao Shuiwang looked at the news of the collection and said with a sneer.

"The hairy boy who has just entered the rivers and lakes, the ability to identify is nothing more than that, I will give you some fake glances in front of you, and give you eye medicine, do you really think that 500,000 can really buy Zheng Banqiao's authentic works? Naive!"