"You're spewing blood!"

The fat boss was anxious all of a sudden, and the muscles on his face twitched.

"I've been running an antique shop here for more than ten years, and I've always been a child, and I've never made any money."

"You say I cheated on him, what evidence do you have? If you can't produce evidence, don't blame me for suing you for false accusations?"

Song Fengpi said with a smile: "I have seen a lot of liars, you have the best psychological quality, obviously you set up a trick, but you made yourself look magnanimous, people were cheated by you, and I have to be grateful to you."

"You have such good acting skills, what kind of antique store do you open, and you go directly to become an actor, don't you earn more?"

"You...... How could you be !!

The fat boss was angry and yelled, "I see, you must have come here to make trouble."

"Come on, get this bastard out of here."

Hearing this, several clerks who were watching the excitement immediately walked towards Song Feng.

Song Feng narrowed his eyes and said, "If any of you dare to touch me, I guarantee that you will be unlucky."

After speaking, Song Feng set his eyes on the fat boss.

"It is said that there is reason to travel all over the world, since you say that you are not a cheater, why are you so angry that you want to drive me away, it can't be that you have a weak heart, right?"

"I never do anything wrong, how can I be weak-hearted."

The fat boss said with a gloomy face, "I drove you away because you are talking nonsense here and ruining my reputation."

"What other reputation do people like you have?"

Song Feng came to the middle-aged customer and patted him on the shoulder.

"You're just a beginner antique enthusiast, right?"

"How do you see that?"

The middle-aged customer asked rhetorically.

Song Feng said with a smile: "If you are a professional antique collector, or an amateur with many years of collecting experience, you will not reach out and touch this fragile antique by yourself."

"There's a saying in the antique shop that porcelain doesn't have to be handy."

"If you like something, you will be a clerk or other staff member and put it on the counter instead of yourself."

"You're unlucky, not only did you run into a female merchant, but you were also a counterfeit dealer."

The middle-aged man was shocked when he heard this, "It's fake?"

"Fake."

Song Feng glanced at the fat boss who was sparkling.

"You don't have to stare at me like that, I know if things are real or fake, I know you better."

"Spend a few dozen dollars on such a thing, and then open your mouth to the guest lion."

"Six million? It's not even worth six hundred, at most it's more than sixty."

"You're enough!"

The fat boss said viciously, "You have insulted my innocence again and again."

"Are you in league with this person?"

"Mixing the waters, confusing right and wrong, exempting him from liability?"

Song Feng said unhurriedly, "It seems that you are determined not to admit it."

"Well, since you don't admit it, and I don't force you, didn't you call the police?"

"I think the law enforcement officers will be here soon, and when they arrive, we'll make things clear."

"Just wait, I'm still afraid that you won't make it!"

The fat boss walked behind the counter and scolded, "You are all dead people, why don't you hurry up and bring my teacup and cigarette when you see me so angry."

The clerks were called by the boss to drink, and they immediately found these two things.

The fat boss poured a few sips of tea and took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

The middle-aged customer bit his lip and said, "Sir, may I ask your surname, why do you want to help me?"

"My name is Song Feng, as for why I want to help you. You can understand that I want to see righteousness and courage, or you can understand that I don't like this kind of female businessman."

Song Feng said lightly.

"You don't have to be nervous,

It can't be fake, and it can't be fake."

Listening to Song Feng's mouthfuls of fakes, the middle-aged customer took out a business card and handed it to Song Feng.

Song Feng casually glanced at the name on the business card.

The middle-aged customer's name is Zhou Gang.

"Mr. Song, why are you here?"

Several uniformed people walked in, including a friend of Song Feng's new acquaintance.

Song Feng said, "I should ask you this sentence, when did your secret service department start to take charge of such trivial cases?"

Han Xiang smiled bitterly: "Of course the Secret Service Department will not be in charge of this kind of case, I am going to the nearby law enforcement department to handle things."

"I heard that there was a multimillion-dollar claim here, so I came over to take a look out of curiosity."

Song Feng nodded, and explained the situation in front of Han Xiang.

The mention of an antique vase on the ground is an outright fake.

Immediately afterwards, Song Feng bent down to pick up the broken fragments on the ground and brought them to Han Xiang's eyes.

"Han Xiang, take a closer look, do you find any problems?"

Han Xiang said speechlessly: "Don't make fun of me, I only know how to arrest bad guys, so what will be the identification of antiques."

"Just tell me, what's wrong with it?"

"Antiques are fine."

The fat boss preemptively chimed in.

"This young lady, don't be fooled by him, this vase was bought by me for a lot of money, and it belongs to a rare blue and white porcelain vase."

"Put away your tricks."

Song Feng said coldly.

"If it's really a blue and white porcelain vase worth millions, you would put it here at will?"

The cabinet for the vase is a very ordinary wooden cabinet.

It is divided into three layers, and the middle layer is empty.

The blue and white porcelain vase is placed before the representative.

There are two upper and lower floors, each with two antiques.

Song Feng said: "Once there are more than one million antiques in the store, we must do security, not to find a glass cover to cover it, but also to put it behind the counter."

"This is my shop, it's my business how I want to put it up, what does it have to do with you."

The fat boss said-for-tat: "Every antique shop has its own style, I like to put it outside, I want every customer who enters the store to see it intuitively, is this also wrong?"

"Something is wrong."

Song Feng walked to the cabinet and said, "You have placed the blue and white porcelain vase here, not so that the guests can see it, but to make it easier for you to do your tricks."

"It doesn't take much effort to verify the authenticity."

"Now that the vase has broken into pieces, you can send it to the Institute of Archaeology to borrow the equipment inside for composition testing."

"Since it's an antique, it must be hundreds of years old."

"There are not hundreds of years, but they must be more than a hundred years."

"The equipment in the archaeological research institute is just right to date the ingredients."

"Whether it's a fake made in the past two years, or an antique from a hundred years ago, it will soon bear fruit."

"Aside from this vase, there are quite a few fakes in your store."

Song Feng casually threw the fragment of the vase in his hand on the ground and pointed to a painting hanging on the wall.

"Look, this painting is also a fake, and its flaws are on the paper."

didn't give the fat boss a chance to continue to quibble, Song Feng got out of the fake in the store little by little.

There are less than 10 items in the antique shop that can be called treasures.

The rest are fakes.

The only difference is the manufacturing time.

Counterfeiting techniques are also high and low.