After some careful consideration, Jiang Zhongyuan finally gave up the idea of competing with Song Feng.

First, he is one of the organizers of this event, and choosing to bid with the guests will give people a feeling of bullying.

Second, if you don't know the clues, even if you get the blue and white porcelain vase that Song Feng is targeting, you may not be able to find out the secret, and you can't find the hidden mystery inside the blue and white porcelain vase, and the price will stay at three million, without any room to rise.

"Congratulations to Mr. Song, for winning the first lot for 5 million."

On the stage, the host of the auction took the lead in applauding, congratulating Song Feng on getting off to a good start.

As Song Feng bought this blue and white porcelain at a price higher than the market price, various rumors about Song Feng began to spread on the spot.

People who know Song Feng add fuel to the description that Song Feng is a genius in the field of antique appraisal.

People who don't know him have a general understanding of Song Feng through mobile phones and other people's stories.

Xiangcheng and Jiangcheng are only a few hundred kilometers apart, but the folk customs and customs of the two places are quite different.

Xiangcheng advocates feng shui metaphysics and traditional Chinese medicine, and the local people and upper-class celebrities in Jiangcheng prefer to collect antiques.

Different cultural environments have created two different local characteristics.

The two places are not far apart, so there are completely different fashions.

For Song Feng's cognition, it is also very different.

In the eyes of Xiangcheng people, Song Feng is a genius of traditional Chinese medicine that is rare in a century.

When they arrived in Jiangcheng, everyone was even more amazed by Song Feng's attainments in antique identification.

The small climax brought by Song Feng ended quickly, the auction was back on track, and one by one the lots were taken to the stage by the host.

After watching it for a while, Song Feng showed a lack of interest, completely losing the enthusiasm he had when he participated in the auction before.

Sun Wei asked curiously, "Mr. Song, why don't you keep holding up your sign?" Isn't there anything else that can get into your eyes except that blue and white porcelain vase?"

"There are Qiankun in the blue and white porcelain vase, and as for the other lots, although they are precious, they are not unusual."

Song Feng's antique shop has all kinds of rare antiques, and he is not very interested in a series of auctions on the market.

This time, I came to find antiques that I didn't have in the store, or things that I could see.

As Song Feng said to Sun Wei, the auction has been going on so far, except for the blue and white porcelain vase, there is really nothing that he can look at.

More than an hour passed quickly, and the auction gradually came to an end.

Jiang Zhongyuan, who was deep behind the scenes, walked out and explained a few words to the host in a low voice.

Immediately after, the host walked to the stage.

"This auction is coming to an end, and in order to thank you for taking time out of your busy schedules to participate in this event, my stepfather, his old man, specially handed me a rare treasure and let me take it to the stage as the final lot."

As soon as these words came out, the scene suddenly burst into discussions.

Song Feng asked Sun Wei next to him, "Who is he?" Who is his stepfather?

Sun Wei introduced: "This person's name is Jiang Zhongyuan, the only son of Mr. Jiang Lao, the current president of the Antique Association, and as for his father-in-law, he is a great man."

"The permanent honorary president of the Jiangcheng Antiques Association, a figure like Taishan Beidou in the antique world, Mr. Hu Xuezong Hu."

"It was him."

Song Feng frowned.

Hu Xuezong's fame has reached the pinnacle.

He is not only the honorary president of the Jiangcheng Antique Association, but also one of the top predecessors in the domestic antique industry.

Before Song Feng became famous, Hu Xuezong was already a legend.

Not only is he a good antique appraiser, but he is also a super collector.

There are all kinds of rare antique collections in hand, and the number is more than that of provincial museums.

There are only unexpected, there are no antiques that Hu Xuezong can't collect.

A moment later, the host walked up from the stage with two staff members

Here, a staff member holds a tray in his hand, covered with red silk.

Jiang Zhongyuan smiled faintly and said, "Don't blink, you will see a rare treasure next."

As the words fell, the second staff member put on white gloves and carefully lifted the red silk.

There was a scroll on the tray.

The two staff members opened the scroll together, and the whole scroll was about two meters long, with countless large characters written on it.

"It's a thousand-word text! Cursive 1,000-character ......"

"Such a flowing cursive script, I don't know whose hand? Is it the grass saint Zhang Xu, or the monk Huaisu?"

"Do you still need to think about it, Mr. Hu's collection, how can it be an ordinary thing, this cursive scroll must be from the hands of famous people."

"Mom! Take a look at the following payment, it is...... Flower !!"

"What?! Monogram! Lend me the binoculars and look at them."

"One person in the world...... My God, it turned out to be Song Huizong's ink treasure."

"Mr. Hu is not a master collector of antiques, and he even has a collection of this kind of ink treasure that can be encountered but cannot be found."

As the reel opened, the scene seemed to explode.

The guests in the front row stood up one after another, their eyes struggling to look forward, and the guests in the back also showed their own powers, some brought binoculars in advance, and some left their seats and walked forward, trying to observe them up close.

Sun Wei looked at the excited guests around him with a shocked expression, and said blankly, "Mr. Song, what are they talking about, are there few things on the stage?"

"Belonging is a priceless treasure."

Song Feng then stood up and said in a strange tone, "It's Song Huizong Zhao Ji's ink treasure."

Like everyone else, Song Feng was also taken aback.

Not only do I believe that there is a second one in the world, Zhao Ji's thousand-character ink treasure written in cursive.

"I've heard of Song Huizong, the king of the dead country."

Sun Wei answered.

"Zhao Ji is not only the king of the fallen country, but also a famous calligrapher in the history of our country, and the thin gold body was created by him."

Song Feng said as he looked at the scroll in front of him.

Jiang Zhongyuan had already expected such a reaction from the crowd, and said with a smile on his face, "Please be quiet, let me introduce to you the origin and background of this scroll."

"This thing was accidentally obtained by my stepfather many years ago when he was on a trip, and according to his old man's identification, this calligraphy is the work of Song Huizong's 40th birthday banquet, and the 10-meter thousand-character script."

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Zhongyuan gushed about the origin of this ink treasure.

Zhao Ji of Song Huizong was not a good emperor, but he was definitely a top calligraphy master.

Not only did he create his own thin gold body, but also left a lot of heirlooms.

According to historical records, when Zhao Ji was forty years old, Huizong of the Song Dynasty once wrote a ten-meter-long cursive masterpiece with a thousand characters.

Zhao Ji was unusual, and instead of writing thin gold font that he was best at, he wrote cursive thousand-character prose.

This is the first peculiarity of this thing.