The Ganoderma lucidum on the right hand side is bright red like blood, which should be the legendary blood Ganoderma lucidum.

No wonder Song Feng said that he took her to see the gold and silver mountains of the Chinese medicine industry.

If each box contains high-grade medicinal materials, it is indeed a mountain of gold and silver.

Rao is calm and never bothered by money, Xie Mengzhu, who was also shocked by the scene in front of him, felt numb.

In confined spaces, there are dozens more boxes like this.

Ginseng, blood reishi, rhinoceros horn, deer antler, cordyceps, Polygonum multiflori, tiger bone.

There are simply too many rare medicinal materials, and each of them is a rare and high-quality Chinese medicinal material in the world.

And Xie Mengzhu was still in one of the boxes, and saw another bezoar that was not much different from Song Feng's bezoar.

Taken together, so many things are at least in the tens of millions.

Xie Mengzhu bit his lip hard, suppressed the shock in his heart, and said, "Brother Song, are these things left by Master?"

Song Feng smiled lightly: "Judging from the current situation, there is no doubt that it should be left by your master, and I guess this is his dowry for you."

"Give me a dowry!"

Xie Mengzhu was stunned and said, "You haven't seen my master, how do you know that these things are the dowry he left for me?"

Song Feng sighed and said, "What kind of virtue Huang Xiaowei is, you know, your master knows even better, if you put these things on the bright side, or put them in a certain position in the store, sooner or later they will be discovered by Huang Xiaowei one day."

"That's why your master took great pains to go deep into the dry well by himself, and by manually digging out this confined space, he stored all kinds of high-quality medicinal herbs he had collected here."

"I guess I think that one day, I will give you a lot of things as your dowry."

"Woo woo woo ......"

Listening to Song Feng's analysis, Xie Mengzhu squatted on the ground and covered his face with his hands, remembering the master's voice and smile before his death.

Song Feng said: "These are all things left to you by your master, no one has the right to use them, you take good care of them, maybe they can come in handy one day, I think, in addition to leaving you these medicinal materials, your master should also leave you a lot of medical books, right?"

Xie Mengzhu nodded lightly.

"That's right."

Song Feng Zhengse said, "Huang Xiaowei doesn't know anything about medical skills, and he can't tell whether these medical books are good or bad, so your master dares to put these books on the bright side, and hide the valuable Chinese medicinal materials here."

"He has worked hard for you, don't let him down, study medicine hard, and carry forward your master's name."

"At the same time, you have to change your kindness appropriately, don't let others ask you for anything, you just promise something, what happened today has taught you a social lesson."

"On the one hand, tell you that people's hearts are separated from their stomachs, on the other hand, you should understand that in order to better protect yourself and protect the hard work left by your master, in addition to having money, you must also have a certain ability, the medical skills left to you by your master, study hard, and strive to have a powerful medical skill one day, and make your own reputation through medical skills, if others want to bully you again, you have to think twice."

A few minutes later, Song Feng brought Xie Mengzhu back to the surface from the bottom of the well.

patted Xie Mengzhu on the shoulder, and Song Feng left a sentence of goodbye.

By the time Xie Mengzhu came back to his senses, Song Feng had already left from front of him.

Two days passed in a flash.

On the morning of the third day, Song Feng called Sun Wei and asked him to accompany him to the auction.

Sun Wei is a local and is very familiar with the local situation.

In addition, I have mixed with society before, and there are certain news channels.

Take him with him, and if you encounter any situation on the spot, you can get timely sources.

Half an hour later, the auction officially began.

The auction was organized by the local antiques association, and the number of guests attending the auction was quite large, and in order from near to far, from less to more, the first lot to be auctioned was a blue and white porcelain vase from the Qing Dynasty.

The starting price is 1.5 million, and the increase shall not be less

Lakh.

Song Feng took Zhou Mo's invitation letter, so he was arranged by the organizing committee to the first row of the auction.

The blue and white porcelain vase on the table is simple in terms of appearance, and the glaze on it is very delicate.

The market price is about three million, and if you meet a blue and white porcelain lover and can get enough money, the price of three million should go up.

The follow-up development is exactly the same as Song Feng's analysis.

The price of three million did not stop the bidders who liked blue and white porcelain, and the price soared all the way, immediately exceeding three million.

It rose to 4.2 million.

As the price surpassed four million, fewer bidders began to bid.

An old man in his sixties looked at the crowd with the posture of a victor.

The price of 4.2 million yuan has exceeded the market price by one-third.

There will definitely be no more bidding.

"Five million."

The smile on the old man's face suddenly froze.

A hand stretched out in the front row, with five fingers apart, gives the latest price.

"How so!"

Backstage at the auction, a man in his thirties kept patting his forehead, his expression very depressed.

The staff next to him said, "Mr. Jiang, what are you doing here?"

The middle-aged man who was called Mr. Jiang by the staff smiled bitterly: "You see the price of five million, who paid for it?"

"See, Song Feng."

The staff said without thinking, "Miss Zhou can't come because of something, so arrange for Song Feng to participate in the auction."

"Mr. Jiang, is there anything wrong with Song Feng?"

"Of course there is."

Mr. Jiang was speechless and said, "Thanks to your many years of working in the Antique Association, you can't even tell such a simple thing."

"Who is Song Feng? Master of antiques."

In the eyes of others, Song Feng is a master of martial arts and a master of traditional Chinese medicine.

In the antique appraisal industry, Song Feng is one of the best masters in the appraisal industry.

Song Feng paid 5 million to buy a blue and white porcelain vase with a market price of only 3 million, what it represented, it is already self-evident.

The staff was taken aback.

Mr. Jiang couldn't have made it too clear.

Song Feng took five million and bought something worth three million.

It means that this thing has other value.

No matter what the value is, all in all, it must be more than five million, or even ten million.

Mr. Jiang is the president of the Jiangcheng Ancient Literature Association, and Mr. Jiang's precious son Jiang Zhongyuan.

At the same time, it is also a rising star in the antique appraisal industry.

Zhou Mo couldn't come because of something, so he notified the Jiangcheng Antique Association in advance, so the staff would know that Song Feng came to participate in the auction instead of Zhou Mo.

Jiang Zhongyuan also knew and had an in-depth understanding of Song Feng.

The more he understood, the more shocked Jiang Zhongyuan was for Song Feng.

What kind of genius is this, it's a rare antique demon for a thousand years.

At this moment, Jiang Zhongyuan is engaged in a fierce psychological struggle.

In the end, whether to intervene or not.

Participating in the first round of bidding?