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Huang Feng also did not expect these people to be so enthusiastic. Does this mean that he is being taken advantage of?

Huang Feng pushed aside the blocking crowd and said, "I'm here to sell things, not to buy things here."

After that, the crowd dispersed with a "cut" sound, and some even cast a hostile look at Huang Feng. After all, they are also selling things. Huang Feng said this now, that is their competitor, no one Wish I had one more competitor.

Huang Feng didn't care about these eyes, anyway, he didn't plan to set up a stall here to sell, these people left, but he felt a lot more relaxed.

After that, Huang Feng asked people which is the biggest antique shop here.

That person may have heard Huang Feng's words just now. Now that he heard Huang Feng's question, he knew that Huang Feng was planning to go to the biggest antique shop to sell his things.

"Little brother, I advise you to sell it here like me. If you are lucky, you can make hundreds or thousands of dollars every day. It's possible. You go to that store to sell it, and people's eyes are poisonous." The man advised Huang Feng, obviously he thought that Huang Feng was the same as them, they were all selling fake goods. If you sell them here, you can make a fool of yourself. Those who like to be petty and cheap, if they go to the store, it is almost impossible of.

"Thank you for your advice, I still want to try it first." Huang Feng said, but he didn't have much confidence in his heart. After all, he didn't know if his things were worth anything, and how much could they be worth. .

Seeing that Huang Feng was not giving up, the man shook his head helplessly, feeling that Huang Feng still had to be kicked out before he could give up, so instead of persuading him, he told Huang Feng the address of the store.

After Huang Feng thanked him, he went to the store with his painting. Behind him, several people pointed at his back, apparently thinking that Huang Feng's visit this time was just deceiving himself.

"Baolai Pavilion" is the largest antique store on Xiyuan Street. It has three floors and occupies a large area. No matter it is the size or the things sold in it, it is second to none in this area. Of course, there are also many people like Huang Feng who want to sell things.

Therefore, after the guy inside knew Huang Feng's purpose, he was not surprised, but took him to the appraiser who specialized in appraisal in the store.

"Elder Feng, I'm going to trouble you again. A guest has just arrived and wants to sell calligraphy and painting." The guy brought Huang Feng to a small room and said to an old man sitting inside.

The old man wore a pair of wide glasses and looked around fifty or sixty years old. He was in good spirits, especially his pair of eyes, which were even sharper. He glanced at Huang Feng and didn't care, but waved his hand to let the man out.

"Bring it." The old man said to Huang Feng that it was his job to appraise calligraphy and painting. In the "Borai Pavilion", there was more than one appraiser. However, his qualifications and abilities were top-notch, especially in calligraphy and painting. , that is more respected by the audience, and even many people who have obtained good calligraphy and painting in other places will come to him for appraisal, and if the calligraphy and painting that has been appraised by him is genuine, the value will be turned up, so, He receives many guests every day.

However, because of his age, the boss here originally wanted to reduce his workload appropriately, but the old man has been dealing with calligraphy and painting all his life, and he really enjoys the surprise of discovering a baby, so he has never reduced his work. quantity.

Huang Feng didn't dare to neglect, although he didn't know the identity of the other party, but the other party was obviously someone who could decide the value of his calligraphy and painting, and after handing over the painting, Huang Feng was not at peace, he didn't know the other party. What kind of evaluation will be given.

"Huh?" When the old man took over Huang Feng's calligraphy and painting, he was careless at first. After all, he would meet a lot of people every day. He dreamed of making a fortune and took fakes to find the person for identification. I think Huang Feng is such a person.

However, after unfolding the painting and taking a look, his mind has changed somewhat, and his expression has changed from casual to serious at the beginning. He looked up at Huang Feng in surprise, and then again. He looked down at the painting, and even picked up the magnifying glass on the table next to him.

When he saw it, he completely forgot the situation around him. He didn't say a word for a long time. Although Huang Feng was anxious, he did not interrupt the other party's thoughts.

Huang Feng had to stand on the side and wait patiently until after a long time, the old man put down the magnifying glass in his hand and looked at Huang Feng.

"Where did this painting of you come from?" the old man asked.

"When I went out to play before, I saw someone setting up a street stall, so I bought it, and I didn't take it seriously at the time. However, when I came back, I thought this thing might not be ordinary, so I brought it here today for identification." Huang Feng had already figured out a pretext. After all, when they come to sell things here, they are very careful about where they come from. If they come from the wrong way, they will not accept it, and of course they will not be too serious, but it is on the black market. You don't have to worry about where you come from when you sell it.

Sure enough, the old man listened to Huang Feng's words, but didn't go into it. He just asked a question, and then said, "Is this thing of yours really not an ordinary person?"

"The master can't be sure?" Huang Feng asked. If the other party can't be sure, then the value of this thing can't be estimated, and it can't be sold. Huang Feng is naturally unwilling in his heart. He wants this painting. It's useless, but I'm short of money and need start-up capital.

"Well, this painting is a bit strange, and I have never seen some techniques." The old man didn't either.

There is a concealment, said directly.

"Oh" Huang Feng was a little disappointed and wanted to put the painting away.

"Are you here today simply to appraise, or to sell this painting?" The old man did not rush to let Huang Feng leave, but asked again.

"Naturally it was sold. It was a coincidence that I bought it at the time, and it was useless to keep it, so I wanted to sell it." Huang Feng said.

"Then wait for a while, a guest will come over later. He also has a lot of research on this calligraphy and painting. When the time comes, we will look at it together." The old man said, in fact, in his heart, he already felt this The sub-painting is no longer of ordinary quality, but he doesn't know who the author of this painting is, which will greatly affect his judgment.

"That's fine, I don't have anything to do anyway." Huang Feng thought about it and said, it is naturally the best to have the hope of selling it. Support: [End of this God Station] Please share this site with your friends!