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Chapter 28
Qin Fan's face became more and more gloomy. He never thought that Wu Jianping would appear at the antique exchange meeting.

Moreover, they are still talking nonsense there, and what is even more annoying is that this group of rich and young is completely unreasonable!
"Since you are unreasonable, don't blame me for being rude!"

Qin Fan's eyes turned slightly cold, and his muscles tensed instantly. As long as he exerted a little force, the rich and young around him would either die or be injured!
But at this time.

"What's so lively?"

"Aren't you too disrespectful of old people for fighting at the exchange meeting?"

The venue suddenly fell silent, and an old man walked slowly through the door under the attention of everyone.

The identity of this old man is unusual at first glance. He is wearing a black robe embroidered with gold thread, with a lark embroidered on the cuff, and there are several bodyguards in black, full of momentum.

"Elder Jiang?!"

"I really didn't expect that Jiang Laodu was invited to this exchange meeting."

"Mr. Jiang hasn't been out of the mountain for many years. This is the benchmark of our Zhonghai antique industry. His ability to determine the country at a glance is amazing!"

Many people started talking in low voices, and from time to time looked at Elder Jiang who walked into the gate with admiring eyes.

As antique collectors and lovers, this group of people are naturally very familiar with Mr. Jiang.

Mr. Jiang is a real master in Zhonghai Antique Street, and no one dares to say that his eyesight is more vicious than Mr. Jiang's!
"Mr. Jiang, you are here."

When Huang Tian saw Mr. Jiang walking towards him, a trace of respect appeared on his face.

Although this old man Jiang has no power or power, he has a very wide network of contacts. Many wealthy businessmen in Zhong Hai are his registered apprentices. Whenever any rare treasures are born, the rich businessmen in Zhong Hai will all go to see old Jiang.

To put it bluntly, he was just a rich second generation, so of course he didn't dare to offend Mr. Jiang.

"Hehe, what's going on here, it made the venue noisy."

Jiang Lao walked over slowly, frowning slightly and asked.

Before Huang Tian could speak, Wu Jianping on the side said as if he was taking credit: "Mr. Jiang, this guy is a thief. He sneaked into the Antique Exchange Meeting to steal things, but was caught by Young Master Huang!"

Stealing things to the antique exchange meeting?
This is a miracle!
"Then get out, don't stay here and disturb everyone's pleasure."

Elder Jiang's expression darkened, he looked Qin Fan up and down, and a cold look flashed in his eyes. As a master figure in Zhong Hai's antique circle, he was naturally not used to petty theft.

As he said that, Mr. Jiang lacked interest, so he turned around and was about to leave.

at this time.

"Hahaha, it turns out that Zhonghai Antique No. 1 is just old-fashioned." Qin Fan laughed angrily.

Originally, he thought that this old man would be different from others, but it turned out that he was no different from Huang Tian and others.

"You bastard, what nonsense you say, be careful that I will cut off your tongue!"

Huang Tian was furious when he heard the words, and he was going to teach Qin Fan a lesson.

However, Mr. Jiang stopped him with interest: "Oh, tell me, why is my old man so dizzy?"

"As a master of antique appraisal, you can draw conclusions without asking indiscriminately. This has no eyesight at all, isn't it old-fashioned and dizzy?"

"No matter how superb the skill of appraising antiques is, the skill of judging people is not very good."

Qin Fan shook his head with a smile, and said with a little disappointment.

I have lived for 5000 years, but I have also taught many so-called masters, and there are countless factions passed down.

And this line of appraisers is just a skill that Qin Fan arose by accident a hundred years ago and passed down.

At that time, Qin Fan had a requirement for all his apprentices, that is, as an appraiser, no matter when and where to prove objects, he must look at the past and present to make a conclusion, not only for appraisers but also for people.

The lark embroidered on the sleeves of this elder Jiang is the family crest of a young apprentice of Qin Fan when he passed on his skills a hundred years ago.

Qin Fan's disappointment is more a kind of sadness that the inheritors have forgotten the ancestral precepts.

"Oh, you said that the old man doesn't ask indiscriminately, so why don't you tell me, what evidence do you have to prove that you are not a thief?"

Elder Jiang was also a little angry, and asked Qin Fan in a deep voice.

"I was invited to the antique exchange meeting, but I didn't have a pass and I sighed that the number of antiques is getting more and more frequent these days, and I was framed as a thief by these people. What do you think I need to prove?"

Qin Fan shook his head, and said with a firm gaze, "If you want to commit a crime, there is nothing wrong with it!"

"There is nothing wrong with a good one who wants to commit a crime!"

"As far as I know, those who can be invited to the antique exchange meeting without a pass, without exception, are outstanding in antique appreciation."

"I think you are young, you don't seem to have that ability and ability?"

Jiang Lao was not angry when he heard the words, but turned around and walked towards Qin Fan.

"Since when does the appreciation of this industry need to be judged by age?" Qin Fan sneered.

Mr. Jiang was slightly taken aback, and said, "You're right. Appreciation depends on eyesight and experience, but it's not enough to talk about it. You have to be really capable."

"You just said that antiques are becoming more and more rare now, so I would like to see if you have some real skills, and whether you can tell one, two, three."

After speaking, Jiang Lao waved his hand, signaling Huang Tian and others to let go of Qin Fan.

"Elder Jiang has spoken, what are you still doing?" Huang Tian hurriedly scolded loudly.

Seeing the situation, the rich and young quickly let go of Qin Fan and stepped back quickly.

Qin Fan waved his wrist, said with a light smile, "I wonder if Mr. Jiang has heard a poem?"

"Nine autumn winds exposed the kiln, and won the emerald greenness of thousands of peaks."

"It's good to be prosperous in the middle of the night, and share the cup left by Ji Zhong Sandou."

Qin Fan's sentences were sonorous and powerful, and the artistic conception of the whole poem was vividly interpreted, and the guests around couldn't help being slightly amazed.

Huang Tian and the others were stunned, completely unable to understand how Qin Fan still had the mood to read poetry under such circumstances.

Of course, the same is true of many people around. Their understanding of antiques is more limited to appreciation, and they don't know anything about the deeper cultural meaning.

"Good poetry, indeed good poetry!"

"This is a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation by Lu Guimeng. It is about the celadon produced in the secret color kiln, which is collectively known as the Yue kiln by later generations."

"I don't know, little friend, why do you want to read this poem?"

There was a hint of admiration in Jiang Lao's eyes, and he asked unhurriedly.

But Qin Fan did not answer directly, but walked slowly to the side of the display cabinet, pointed to one of the objects and said, "Come here and take a closer look at this object, and you will understand what I mean after you finish."

Huang Tian, ​​who was standing beside him, saw his expression change slightly, the object Qin Tian was pointing at was exactly his treasure.

(End of this chapter)