Super Fire Appreciation Treasure Live Room

Chapter 8
A middle-aged man with flower tattoos appeared on the screen, with a playful smile on his lips.

From the huanghuali bracelet on his hand and the Guanyin jade on his neck, it can be seen that this is a senior literary friend.

Hearing the Ming Qi, the old woman came to sit beside Mr. Zheng curiously.

"Well, I said this show is very interesting, right?"

"Shut up you!"

As the other half of Master Appreciating Treasures, the old lady has naturally collected many rare treasures, which are rarely seen by ordinary people.

What exactly did the middle-aged man say?
Lin Feng smiled slightly, also a little curious.

"Okay, then take it out and have a look."

"I said Host Lin, I didn't want to embarrass you, but you want to plot against me, so I really can't let it go."

At this time, a sexy goddess came from the front, followed by a slender figure, appearing beside the middle-aged man.

"Oh, didn't I tell you to keep a low profile."

"What's the matter? Your ex-husband doesn't feel ashamed, let alone us."

The middle-aged man had a smug smile on his face.

For a while, the audience was full of question marks.

This is too exciting, right?Is this a series?
"It's really a large-scale ethical and emotional appraisal program, isn't it?"

"Damn it, I can't even write a script like this!"

Although Lin Feng was a little surprised, he didn't say much.

The audience watched with great interest. Who would have thought that the person who cuckolded Da Bin would come to his door.

"This big brother is really talented, so blatant."

"It's really shameless!"

"Haha, if Host Lin doesn't say anything, will this guy be unlucky too?"

For a while, the audience can be regarded as seeing what it means to be shameless.

Lin Feng also shook his head, quite helplessly.

The middle-aged man also looked at the screen, with an indifferent look on his face, "Will I be afraid of those imaginary ones? My yang energy is very strong, if it weren't for it, there would be no need to play antiques."

"Look at what I'm wearing. The whole body is protected from evil spirits. What kind of dirty thing dares to get close to me?"

This middle-aged man has two brushes, not to mention the expensive clothes on his body, and there are many treasures with excellent meanings on the shelves in the store. He is indeed an old collector.

"Tibetan friend, the things in your house may not be so normal, right?"

"I said the host, you can't talk nonsense, I bought it with real money, why is it abnormal."

Lin Feng took a glance, and saw that the babies behind were very patinaed and darker in color, with a hint of disdain in their eyes. He had come into contact with such people a lot in his previous life.

This person's antique shop is obviously dirty, and it's no surprise that he has been experienced for decades.

"A simple trading book is naturally not difficult to make."

There are already some knowledgeable people who almost understand what Lin Feng means. The antique industry is already very deep.

"There is such a description, the treasure of life and death is precious and difficult to suppress. Only the weapon of the underworld can be called a treasure, but it is also extremely yin."

"It's okay if you can hold it down, but if you can't hold it down, it will be a catastrophe."

The audience listened in a vague way, and Lin Feng's words were not straightforward, it was really difficult to understand.

"Don't scare me here, how many years have you been eating?"

The middle-aged man stared, he could best understand what Lin Feng meant, but what Lin Feng said was so accurate, he was a little guilty for a while.

"This young man is too good at talking big. I have been collecting for so many years, why haven't I heard of it?"

The old lady from before shook her head, thinking that Lin Feng really caught people's attention.

Elder Zheng, who was next to him, agreed very much.

"What do you know, this person is extraordinary!"

"Who do you look down on, then what are you talking about this kid!"

Elder Zheng began to explain.

"This is the word of the archaeological industry. Many archaeologists of the older generation will not have only one person to identify the treasures dug up, because of these few words."

"Today's young people, all for the sake of profit, have long left some taboos behind."

Hearing this, the old woman also became serious.

Although I and my wife are fighting, we are still in awe of professional matters.

How does this person know so much at such a young age?

"Let's stop gossip and take out your precious thing?"

The middle-aged man pouted and put on white gloves, looking very professional.

From the safe behind him, he carefully brought out a plain white porcelain bottle.

Before Lin Feng's eyes, a golden light flashed across, and he finally knew why the super treasure appraiser couldn't explain why!
This is truly a rarity!
The age is still long!

And the origin must be very complicated.

It looks like a container, very round, and the shape looks very friendly to obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Although the above pattern is not very obvious, but a "Wang" character is very obvious.

"How? Is this thing good?"

"Let's not talk about anything else, where did you get this thing?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man sneered.

"Aren't you timid? I don't think you have seen anything in the world."

The Tibetan friends also became curious. There has never been such a strange bottle at an auction or an exposition.

It doesn't look like a wine jug, and it doesn't look like a vase, either. It's very strange.

I wrote a king, but I don't know what the meaning is.

"Old woman, I haven't seen this thing before, but it looks quite old. What is it?"

"I haven't seen it before, this thing is really unusual."

The old lady was speechless for a while, "There is still a certificate, maybe that half-hearted person couldn't save face, so he just gave him a certificate."

"This time, this young man is probably in trouble."

Elder Zheng sighed, but inexplicably looked forward to it.

Seeing that Lin Feng was not in a hurry, but quietly looked at the middle-aged man with a complacent look.

"Little young man, this is the vessel used by the princes of the Song Dynasty to hold wine. It is called the brocade pot of wealth."

"This thing, as long as I am willing to sell it, 5000 million is no problem!"

Whoa!
Everyone was stunned, this thing doesn't look very good, it's a bit worn out, can it sell for tens of millions?
"Believe it or not, you can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk with this jug."

Hearing this, Lin Feng was stunned for a moment, and seemed to have some answers in his heart.

The middle-aged man yelled, and the tender white hand next to him handed him a red wine glass.

The red wine glass was filled with mineral water. I couldn't help but pour the water into the so-called Holy Grail.

The audience also talked a lot, wondering what this guy wanted to do.

I saw this guy shake the pot a few times, and poured out the water again.

I saw the pale golden water above, and it flowed down.

It can be seen clearly from the red wine glass, just like fruit wine.

"Damn, what is the principle!"

(End of this chapter)