"Young master, this antique must have a look and feel, and it must feel good, in my opinion, this is a good antique, what do you think?"

Song Feng's next layman's words were more thunderous than the other, and everyone in the audience wanted to laugh out loud several times.

Anyone can see that the antique in the shopkeeper's hand is a handicraft at all, and it is a handicraft produced in the last two years.

A very rough worn-out technique was used to artificially create some signs of damage.

If Song Feng really wants to buy it, go out and take the No. 17 bus, get off after three stops, and there is a handicraft wholesale market.

It's all over the place, no more than a hundred dollars, and if it's large, you can get a 60% discount.

Taking the pen holder handed over by Song Feng, Yuan Lei put it in his hand and took a closer look, the more he looked at it, the more strange he felt, with a few experience in appreciating treasures, Yuan Lei decided that this thing was a fake.

Why did Song Feng say that it was a rare high-quality antique?

Yuan Lei's mind was full of question marks.

Seeing the cunning in Song Feng's eyes, Yuan Lei was puzzled in his heart, and said seriously: "This thing is good, the pictures on it must be from the hands of a well-known painter."

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

This time, Li Zheng couldn't hold back any longer, turned around and coughed to hide the smile on his face.

Song Feng opened his mouth and said, "Boss Li, what's wrong with you? If you're not feeling well, go down and rest."

"It's nothing, it's just that I'm sick to my stomach after eating too much today."

Li Zheng waved his hand, glanced at the big guy not far away, and said, "Several, you guys talk here slowly first, and I'll go in and eat two diet tablets."

After the words fell, Li Zheng walked quickly into the back hall, and the big guy followed closely behind.

"Boss, what do you command?"

Li Zheng sneered, "Do you understand? The two of them are genuine mallets, one stupider than the other, a high-quality antique that has been raced over the other is regarded as rubbish by them, and a modern handicraft that can no longer be faked is regarded as a high-quality antique."

Li Zheng has lived for such an age, and it is the first time he has seen such a funny thing.

The big guy nodded again and again, and said, "Boss, you said yes, even I was about to burst into laughter, these two living treasures didn't come out of nowhere, I don't know how to pretend to be a scholar to buy antiques, they deserve to be cheated."

"It's their business that they're being trapped, but their money must not fall into the hands of others."

Li Zheng whispered a few words in a low voice, and the big guy nodded frequently, and said, "Boss, high, really high, when the customer enters our store, don't think about going out safe and sound with the money on your body."

"Don't hurry up yet, remember, don't buy those things that are in good condition, the brain circuits of the two stupid people are different from normal people."

"Understood."

The big guy didn't say a word, took off his overalls, and left through the back door.

Li Zheng picked up the teacup and took a sip, and the God of Wealth sent the money under his nose, if this could make him slip away, Li Zheng could also write the words backwards.

If the surname Mao wants to compete with himself, it will be impossible in the next life.

On the other side, the new boss Mao is praising the origin of the pen holder.

The pen holder is a royal thing used by the Qing Dynasty court, from the Qiansu banquet held by the Kangxi Emperor, and one of the four treasures of the study specially created by the Internal Affairs Office for the emperor.

Song Feng said with an exaggerated expression: "This thing was actually used by Emperor Kangxi, I have heard that Emperor Kangxi lived a very long life, and he lived for dozens of years."

"Sir is really knowledgeable, you are right, Emperor Kangxi reigned for sixty-one years and died at the age of sixty-nine, and he is indeed one of the longest-lived emperors in ancient China."

Boss Mao complimented Song Feng on his knowledge, and said quietly: "Look, the eight immortals on this pen holder are in a bamboo forest, do you know what allusions there are?"

"Any more allusions?"

Song Feng asked curiously.

"Of course."

Looking at the peers around who couldn't help laughing, Boss Mao suppressed a smile in his heart and said decently, "You are very knowledgeable

Cai, I must have heard a proverb, the eight immortals cross the sea, each showing its ability."

"Yes, yes."

Song Feng nodded and said, "Could it be that the pattern on the pen holder refers to this proverb?"

"That's right."

Boss Mao told Song Feng and Yuan Lei in a tricky way that the location of the eight immortals was actually a seaside bamboo forest, and the eight immortals crossed the sea to show their magical powers, and it was about the eight immortals in Shangdong who were invited by the Dragon King of the East China Sea to go to the Dragon Palace to participate in the celebration.

Not long after the eight immortals became immortals, they did not understand the rules of the fairy world, so they gathered in the bamboo forest to discuss what gift to give to the dragon king.

"Two gentlemen, I heard that you buy antiques to congratulate the old man on his birthday, and this picture has another meaning, the name is Furu Donghai, Shoubi Nanshan."

As soon as these words came out, several shopkeepers around them gave their thumbs up in their hearts, talking about talking nonsense when they opened their eyes, and Boss Mao's skills were obviously above Boss Niu.

A few years ago, there was a legend on the street that the antique shop of the boss Niu had collected a rare ancient painting, called Qingshan Tu.

The owners of various antique shops inquired in different ways, and Boss Niu repeatedly deduced that it was all rumors, and there was no such painting in the store at all, and the answer was not revealed until today.

The bosses who can open shops on the street are all good at their own and understand that Boss Mao is nonsense, but no one breaks it.

At this moment, a new idea arose in everyone's hearts, two bastard boys with no eyes, who regarded the treasures brought by each store as street garbage, and instead looked at a fake handicraft that could no longer be fake.

If they are not deceived, there will be no fools in the world.

With such an idea, no one took the initiative to break it, and turned into a melon-eating crowd waiting to see the next excitement.

Song Feng was stunned by Boss Mao's words, and exchanged views with Yuan Lei from time to time.

Yuan Lei wants to cry without tears, what is this.

Although his experience in appraising antiques is far inferior to Song Feng's, he still has some experience after all.

The more Boss Mao's words became, the more outrageous he became, and he almost said that the pen holder was a treasure that fell from the sky.

But who can't hear anyone with a little bit of intelligence?

Song Feng pretended to be confused, what did he want to do?

After talking for twenty minutes, Boss Mao was dry-mouthed, and he called Li Zheng's clerk and asked the other party to prepare a bottle of mineral water for him.

The clerk stood unmoved, and a large group of people came in to rob their own business, and it was polite not to drive them away, and they still wanted water?

"Don't be rude, Boss Mao's mouth is dry, don't go get water quickly."

At this moment, Li Zheng came out of the inside and reprimanded the clerk to apologize to Boss Mao.

The clerk reluctantly said sorry, walked to the freezer, took out a bottle of cold mineral water and handed it to Boss Mao.

Boss Mao drank most of it in one go, and said with a smile: "Two gentlemen, if you want, we can barter, and of course, you can also pay with money."