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When Wang Hata saw Jiang Fei's appearance, he finally remembered the farmer who sold him Tang Sancai just now, and immediately knew the whole story of the matter.

"Damn it, you cheated me..." Wang Haoma Lunquan was about to get started, but was stopped by Mr. Song.

"Stop it, this is the Song family, you can't do it any more."

Seeing that Mr. Song was angry, Wang Haoma stopped and shouted: "Old Song, he sold this Tang Sancai to me. I didn't expect it to be a fake. Is this a fraud? Is it a fraud? Is it a mistake? Is it a loss for him to compensate me for my losses?"

"Old man, you, Tang Sancai, were originally a pair, but I broke one, so there was only one left. This was originally bought by my Uncle Lin from Wang Toad. This can only be considered as the original owner, not a fraud."

The two of them were chattering and explaining, which made Mr. Song dizzy, so they could only ask Jiang Fei to explain the reason first.

"My friend, you said that Tang Sancai was a fake that you identified."

Mr. Song did not care about the broken Tang Sancai, but noticed that Jiang Fei said that he identified the authenticity of Tang Sancai, and he wanted to know how Jiang Fei knew.

"I guessed." Jiang Fei said.

Everyone was speechless. This statement was simply ridiculous. If it was so easy to guess, what would they do?

"My friend, you are not honest. Let's talk about how it is."

Mr. Song pulled Jiang Fei and went straight to the back hall. No one knew what they said.

When they came out, Mr. Song announced that he had attacked Wang Hato's fake and was willing to compensate him for the appraisal fee. This matter was revealed.

Wang Hata was still angry, but Liu Xiaozi stepped forward and finished shooting: "Toad, didn't you just take Zheng Banqiao's ink bamboo map? It's only three million, and you haven't lost much. You should have lost the three million."

"I'm sorry, my Tang Sancai has been broken and I still want money."

He had already lost several million, but if he lost three million to Liu Xiaozi, he would have suffered a complete defeat today.

"I am willing to accept the loss of the bet. Xiao Wang, there must be rules in this industry." Mr. Song spoke at this time.

"Me." Wang Hata wanted to refute something. When he saw the Song family, he knew that Mr. Song had just said nothing, and even he said that. If he didn't lose money today, he would not leave. There was no way, so he could only transfer three million to Blind Liu.

"Shopkeeper Wang, aren't you planning to let Mr. Song identify your ink bamboo picture from Zheng Banqiao?" Jiang Fei stood behind Mr. Song and spoke slowly.

Wang Hato immediately realized something was wrong. The Mo Zhutu could not be in the business trip pool. He hurriedly said, "No, no, I'll go back to find an expert to identify it."

"Xiao Wang, this little friend Jiang Fei just told me something interesting, so I want to see your ink bamboo picture." Mr. Song said.

"Old man, stop cheating me anymore, I can't afford to hurt."

Wang Hata felt that he had fallen into a deep pit. From Jiang Fei selling him to Tang Sancai, to Liu Xiaozi calling him Mo Zhutu, it seemed that he had premeditated behavior. He didn't dare to show it to Mr. Song again. It would be fake, but he would not lose more than 30 million yuan.

"You might as well, today I just want to relieve my doubts. Xiao Wang, you won't agree to this request." Mr. Song said.

Wang Hato had no choice but to take out the ink bamboo picture and put it on the table. In an instant, a large group of people surrounded him. Everyone wanted to see whether this thing was true or false.

"I've finished reading it, I'm going to put it away." Wang Hata wanted to put it away, but Jiang Fei poured over a cup of tea. In an instant, the ink traces on it began to become turbid.

"Damn it, it's you again, I'm going to kill you."

Wang Hata was really angry now. Even if this is true, the calligraphy and painting were afraid of touching water. Jiang Fei's glass of water directly destroyed the painting.

"Wait, let me show you something fun." Jiang Fei reached out and grabbed the painting's foot, then pulled it hard, and saw that the ink bamboo picture was divided into two layers under this force. In addition to the layer that was torn away by Jiang Fei, there was another painting below.

"Damn, what's this? The erotic picture."

"It's amazing, there are paintings in the paintings. I don't know which one of you wrote this."

The painting below is the most popular type in ancient times, the erotic palace picture, a man and a woman doing that in the room.

"Xuan Qingzi!" Jiang Fei saw the signature and found that it was indeed the Xuan Qingzi again. This was the second time he had seen him. Who is Xuan Qingzi? But by his name, he should be a talent for practicing Taoism.

Mr. Song slowly walked over, stared at the painting, and said lightly: "This should be a master of imitation in later generations. He wanted to make a name for himself by the masters of famous artists. The brush strokes are sharp and the paintings are lifelike, and it should be worth a little money."

"What's worth... how much!" Wang Hata asked blankly.

"If it is not divided into two parts, its value is immeasurable. After separation, it will still be worth a million." Mr. Song said.

"Million..." Wang Haoma fell directly to the ground. The work that was originally worth more than 30 million yuan is now only worth one million yuan. For a moment, he was angry and felt that his head was about to explode.

"Shopkeeper, what's wrong with you?" Guest Xiaoqiang immediately stepped forward and helped Wang Haoma up.

"The surname of Liu, and you are also ruthless. I remember, Xiaoqiang, let's go." Wang Hata left the Song family with his friend in anger, and also put away his Xuan Qingzi's painting.

The auction was almost over, and everyone was almost out of the way. All of them dispersed, but Jiang Fei and his group were left to eat by Mr. Song.

Mr. Song really wanted to know how Jiang Fei saw that these things were wrong, but Jiang Fei was always evasive, which made him feel even more mysterious.

"My friend, I have something here. I received it in my early years. I don't know if you can see anything."

Mr. Song ordered the company to take care of the matter and went to the back to get something.

A slender rust sword was covered with rust and covered with rust. There was also soil staining it. It was impossible to tell what it was.

"Magic weapon?" In my mind, I heard Shennong say.

"Senior, can you tell what this is?" Jiang Fei asked.

"This should be a magic weapon for a Jindan stage monk. Judging from the murderous aura on it, this thing should have killed many people. I don't know how it fell into the hands of this mortal."

The lifespan of a Jindan stage monk is very long, and his magic weapon can actually fall into the hands of mortals. I think the owner of this thing should have passed away.

"My goodness, all the cultivators in the Jindan stage have died. I'm just now in the Qi Condensation stage. Wouldn't my life be in danger?" Jiang Fei said.

"You guy, you are the descendant of Shennong, how could you die so easily? Your future cultivation will not only be within the Golden Elixir Stage, but also in the Tribulation Stage." Shennong said.
Chapter completed!