1347: C1347 Third Master

C1347 Third Master

How could he know that what Hee Feng said was the truth? Hee Feng wasn't the kind of person who would speak nonsense.

The moment he opened the box, he could no longer hold back his words. Hee Feng began to evaluate the antiques in front of him.

He found that there were quite a number of counterfeits among them. There were quite a number of counterfeits. It was close to 1 / 3 of the total number. It was a pretty big number. If the people who participated in the auction found out that almost 1 / 3 of the precious items they were bidding for were fake, they might even be the first ones to open the table.

But that was the truth.

No one could deny it.

Because what Hee Feng said was the truth, the truth.

Looking at the commenting Hee Feng, the maid beside him was surprised. This guy was too bold. He actually called so many of their collections fake. This was not giving them face.

At this moment.

Footsteps suddenly came from outside the door. It turned out that someone had entered the other room. This was normal. After all, it couldn't be wasted, right? However, at this moment, someone knocked on the door of Hee Feng's room. Hee Feng was startled for a moment, then he waved his hand and said.

"Who is it? Come in."

"I heard that all the items are here. Now that you have finished appreciating them, can you let us take a look? We have long been unable to suppress the excitement in our hearts and want to see the true appearance of this antique..."

A rather bashful voice sounded from outside.

It sounded like an old scholar pinching his fingers.

Hee Feng didn't mind it and said, "Then you can take it away. There's nothing interesting about it. It's just a mixture of truth and falsehood."

"Half fake and half fake? Could it be that the auction has more counterfeits this time?" A bald old man with a Mediterranean hairstyle walked in and looked to the side. The antique on the skeleton said.

A few more people came along with him. They were all dressed in black Zhongshan clothing and looked meticulous. One look and one could tell that they belonged to the kind of strict people.

They looked at these old men, who were either wearing yellow robes or Zhongshan attire, walking into Hee Feng's room. How could they not know that these people were the legendary masters and experts? They might have come here today to pick a few treasures.

"Let me introduce the chief appraiser of Bogu Group, Zhao Wenhai." The bald old man stretched out his hand and said to Hee Feng. Anyone could enter this top-class private room. It was worth befriending him.

Hee Feng did not shake his hand. He nodded and said, "Oh, I've been looking forward to meeting you. I've been looking forward to meeting you for a long time."

His actions were very impolite, but the opposite person, Zhao Wenhai, did not get angry at all.

There was no other reason. It was only because people his age already knew that everything in this world was not that simple.

He absolutely could not easily offend people like the young man. If he was not careful, there might be extremely serious consequences.

However, he chuckled and said, "May I know the name of this young master?"

"Hee Feng." Hee Feng said impatiently. At this moment, suddenly, Zhao Wenhai's eyes kept staring at the painting beside him in disbelief. He opened his mouth and said, "Unbelievable. The paintings of the Eight Great Hillmen of the Qing Dynasty were preserved in such a perfect state. It's really rare..."

"We must bid for this item this time." The old man beside him also nodded and said. Such a genuine item must be obtained because the space for its value to rise was very large.

Hee Feng couldn't help but sneer when he saw this situation. He suddenly reminded him, "I think you guys should forget about it. This item is obviously fake. How can it be real?"

"You mean this is a fake?" Zhao Wenhai said in disbelief. He carefully looked at the antique with his eyes wide open.

He wanted to find traces of the fake from the clues, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not find any traces of the fake. On the contrary, every clue pointed straight to the truth. This was an absolute genuine product. He couldn't help but frown and let out a cold snort.

"Little brother, don't play with us here. This is clearly the real deal. If you are going to say this is fake, then please point out the way and tell us what is fake... "

Hee Feng was stunned. That's right, how would I know what is fake about him? I only know that he is a fake.

Seeing his silence, Zhao Wenhai sneered in his heart. He had seen too many young men like this. 80% of them had seen this antique and purposely said that he was a fake. They wanted him to give up.1

However, he had obviously underestimated his own ability. He, the dignified Zhao Wenhai, could not even tell the authenticity of an antique. That would be a joke.

In Hong Kong's antique industry, Zhao Wenhai had the nickname Fiery Golden Eyes.

No fake could hide from his eyes.

How could he not see the authenticity of the cultural relics?

After saying this, he, Fu Xiu, left. He didn't want to talk to Hee Feng anymore. He felt that Hee Feng was just a young man with low shrewdness and not much ability. He always relied on his family's ability to compete with him for a short period of time. However, in the end, he was just a young man who had been stepped on by him.

The auction arrived as scheduled. The collectibles were taken out one by one and auctioned off. Hee Feng was as still as a mountain.

Just like that, half of the competition in the auction continued.

The number of items was getting lesser and lesser. It seemed like they were about to reach the pair of bracelets.

At this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open.

"F * ck you, which brat robbed Third Master's private room? Hurry up and come out and face your death!"

Just as the door of Hee Feng's private room was kicked open, he heard an angry shout.

The word 'master' and the smell of it kept coming out of Hee Feng's mouth. It instantly ignited Hee Feng's anger. He frowned and shouted at the door, "Where did this little b * stard come from? How dare he act so impudently in front of me?"

At this time, he was sure that a tall and sturdy man, who was wearing a mountain bag, had barged in. There was a ferocious scar on his forehead that looked like a third eye. Mm, this kid really has a nickname called Three Eyes.

"Who are you to not know that this private room is specially reserved for Third Master Ye?" Three Eyes revealed a ferocious expression and shouted at Hee Feng.

Hee Feng was so angry that he laughed. What a joke. He came to this private room because he spent money on himself. How could he say that it was unique to others? Could it be that these people could actually take it by force? He sneered and said.

"Sorry, I really don't know who this private room belongs to. I only know that I have spent money, so it's my turn to sit here. How can you be so cold? Get the hell out of there. Don't be an eyesore in front of me. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude! "

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