Qi identification technique will not deceive people. The unique spiritual intercourse of antiques integrates inherent colors, so in terms of antique appreciation, Xuan Qi has unique confidence. This painting has colors unique to the Qing Dynasty antiques. Is it because the basic material of this painting has inherited?

Thinking of this, a strange color suddenly flashed in Xuan Qi's eyes, and he remembered another possibility. After thinking about it, he put the calligraphy and paintings back and continued to search for it on this stall.

The man who sets up a stall has a very bad habit. He dares not look at people directly, and he always has a confused look and uses his light to sweep the buyer. He says he is not confident, but in fact he is a thief and feels guilty.

Xuan Qi opened another calligraphy and painting. This one was Qi Baishi's work, of course it was fake. There was no spiritual energy at all. It seemed that this thief was not stupid either. He should have been stealing and cheating. He had some real things in his hand, deliberately mixed them in the fake and sold them together, and bluffing and slaughtering one by one.

"How to sell this one?" Xuan Qi pointed to Qi Baishi's shrimp.

The stall owner stretched out his palm and gestured, "I really like you to give you 50,000."

"Wan your sister" Xuan Qi's eyes flashed with disdain and said very strongly: "I'll give you five hundred of this one, will I sell it?"

"Get out of here" the stall owner glared: "You are looking for happiness with me."

"The real thing is really expensive. I also saw it on your stall. It can be called antique. It's just this Huang Shaoqiang's ink bamboo, so let's go for a price."

"Yohe is still an expert." The stall owner put down his contempt. He knew what he was selling and would learn to appreciate it first if he made a fake. The tiger spirit that Xuan Qi showed at this time not only would not let the stall owner lower the price, but would instead slaughter it hard. Because it was so great that the cultural relics were bargaining like this, and although this work by Huang Shaoqiang looked very similar to the real one, there were still doubts.

A big stick that is loved by a profiteer needs to meet several elements. The most basic thing is arrogance and conceit. They believe in their own vision and think that they have unique insights into antiques, and can always find big leaks from small stalls that others cannot find.

If he can still be stupid and has a lot of money, it would be perfect. He spent a lot of money on his beloved object. Even though he knew it was a fake, he was finally identified as a fake by a cultural relics appreciation expert, they still said calmly: "Just pay the tuition." Even though he was angry, he cursed behind his back, for his own face and to maintain his image, they still maintained their elegance, were still active in the front line of the antique market, and were still paying tuition fees.

Xuan Qi now meets the basic elements of the hammer. As for what kind of hammer Xuan Qi is, we have to try it out.

Although the stall owner was guilty, he was very cunning. When he saw Xuan Qi want to buy Huang Shaoqiang's Mo Zhu, he immediately said, "This is an old object in the Ming Dynasty. Since you can also see it as the original, I will have a real price." As he said that, he stretched out his two fingers: "You have to buy it sincerely, just give it 200,000 yuan."

The "incompetent businessman" Xuan Qi's joy and anger were completely reflected, and he waved his palm and said, "Do you think Huang Shaoqiang is Qi Baishi, or Xu Beihong's reputation is not so high, and the number of paintings is still large. 200,000 is too high. I will give up at most 50,000 yuan."

As Xuan Qi said this offer, a hint of joy flashed in the stall owner's eyes. This thing that seemed to be a fabricated thing was sold out of thin air and could be sold for 50,000 yuan. However, according to the sky asking price and paying back the money everywhere, 50,000 yuan is definitely not the transaction price. So the stall owner shook his head directly: "50,000 yuan is too little. If you really want it, then give 150,000 yuan."

Xuan Qi did not think: "It's only 50,000 yuan. If you don't sell it, I won't buy it." Xuan Qi began to twist and conceal the stubbornness of a stick to the fullest: "Don't bully me and I don't know anything. I also saw that these two scrolls are different from other scrolls in the Republic of China. Did they add them to make them old later?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the stall owner was immediately frightened. Fortunately, the owner could not recognize that this was the style of the Qing Dynasty scroll, otherwise the deal would have been ruined, not to mention 50,000 yuan or 5,000 yuan.

So the stall owner immediately praised Xuan Qi and said, "You are still aware of your insights and you can see the problem of this scroll at a glance. If you want to sell the goods, you are generous and I will also make a big deal. 50,000 will be sold for 50,000 yuan." The stall owner said while wrapping the scroll in a brocade box, for fear that Xuan Qi would have any doubts about the scroll again.

Xuan Qi was also happy. He took out his bank card to transfer money to the stall owner. After waiting for the other party to confirm the transfer information, he continued to stroll around Pan's home with a scroll in his arms. The feeling of being on his back still existed, and Xuan Qi felt that he needed to do something.

Before he knew it, he walked back to the jade area. Xuan Qi saw Mr. Zhou not far ahead. At the same time, Mr. Zhou also saw Xuan Qi. Resentment flashed in his small eyes immediately, rushed over like a wolf, and stared at Xuan Qi: "Good boy, I finally let me wait for you."

"What? I didn't accept the loss last time, and I want to lose again this time?" Xuan Qi was fearless. He was going to cause trouble anyway, so since that's the case, he would just make a bigger deal.

A strange color flashed across Mr. Zhou's face: "I was not good at gambling with Tianhuang last time. Today, Yushixuan has imported a batch of new Burmese seed materials, and we happened to have a fight."

Xuan Qi raised his eyebrows: "How do you want to bet? I have used that piece of Burmese red jade, and I can't take it out and bet with you."

"What are you gambling with Hongyu? If you want to bet, bet on RMB. You will win and lose two million in one game. Do you dare to agree according to the rules of the last time?" Mr. Zhou's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he was determined to find face. His expression was cold and quiet, full of impatientness.

"You have only a little success and only two million words?" Xuan Qi looked at Mr. Zhou with contempt. Xuan Qi, who possesses the skills of qi, went to bet on stones. That was not a gambling, that was a win. Since Mr. Zhou was willing to come to the door to give money, Xuan Qi didn't mind winning a little more.

"Yohe" A surprise flashed across Mr. Zhou's face. The reason why he called for two million was because he was afraid that the other party would not dare to agree. Now Xuan Qi actually wanted to raise the bet, which is great

Mr. Zhou raised his thick eyebrows: "We will bet as big as you bet."

"If you lose five million, you will win more than ten million. Do you have the courage?" Xuan Qi has decided to start a business in Huaqing Park. Of course, the more money it will be. If it weren't for saving some money to buy jade seed materials, Xuan Qi would have wanted to bet with him six million.

"Going" a sneer appeared on Mr. Zhou's lips. In his eyes, the difference between one million and ten thousand yuan is not big. The Zhou family, which is worth billions, is a red-top businessman in China. Half of the shops in the entire Pan family are their industries. The interest rate of rent deposited in the bank every year is enough for small families to live for decades. In his eyes, five million is just a drizzle.

The two walked hand in hand toward Yushixuan, a gamble that could be said to have been legendary for decades is about to begin. And at the end of Yushi Street, in the hall of Mj Feizhai, the old sword cultivator with his eyes closed frowned, and he could not catch any trace of another monk. Could it be that he is too clever and can hide without a trace? Or his cultivation is too much beyond his own and has left the Pan family? The old sword cultivator's original heart, which is not the same as the ripples of the ancient well, is now rippling. Hunter and prey, waiting in a light and dark, moving and quiet, both sides are gritting their teeth and enduring. Whoever reveals their feet first is equivalent to giving up the opportunity.

When the young man from Yushixuan saw Xuan Qi and Mr. Zhou, he immediately thought of the grudge between them. He was afraid that Chi Yu would suffer, so he ran to the back hall to find Boss Luo.

Manager Luo of Yushixuan is also a famous figure on the antique street. His family has been doing antique business for several generations. Especially when the capital was liberated, the ancestors of the Luo family led the needle and thread for the Kuomintang and the Communist Party, completing the feat of liberating the entire Peking without firing a single shot. The old man in his hometown not only received the reception from Taizu, but also gave him a magic treasure. The four big words of a red heart made the Luo family safe and sound in the turbulent decade and made great progress. He became a stolen figure in the antique industry in the capital.

Manager Luo is the third generation descendant. He seems to be young, but in fact he is very good at playing. Whether he is dealing with people or is good at dancing, he is extremely skillful in playing.

He greeted Master Zhou from a distance: "I listened to the magpies calling again early in the morning. It turned out that Master Zhou was visiting him. If you miss the farewell, please give me atonement." As he said that, he really bowed.

Mr. Zhou is familiar with Shopkeeper Luo and is almost the same age. Seeing Shopkeeper Luo give him face, he also smiled and said, "I heard a few days ago that a batch of materials will come to your store. I happened to meet an old friend on the road. Today I will lend you your treasure land and have some fun."

"Welcome, welcome" Manager Luo smiled: "It just so happens that Mr. Sheng and Mr. Rong are here today. Mr. Zhou, how should they arrange it?" In the place of the size of a palm in the capital, the real Red Generation is more familiar with each other. Everyone plays the same way. In the same circle, you often meet familiar friends.

Mr. Zhou seems to be very strong, but in fact, compared with the other two, he is just a little finger. The other two grandfathers are still alive, and their family is lush and have influence in the military and political circles. The Zhou family has begun to decline, and their ancestors have short life and have failed to benefit future generations. Therefore, compared with the other two princes, Mr. Zhou lowered his head again.

As he thought about it, Mr. Zhou whispered: "I came here to bet with this friend. I'm afraid they won't..." Before he finished speaking, another voice sounded in his ears.

"Are you good at Ya gambling or gambling with a stone like last time?" A white-faced man walked out of the house, wearing a custom suit, holding a magnifying glass and flashlight in his hand. Last time, Mr. Zhou lost a million bet, and some people have begun to try it out. They all want to play Ya gambling. Win or lose is not important, the key is stimulation. This is much more exciting than playing cards and playing women. Today is just the right time, so they naturally have to participate in it.
Chapter completed!