Don't panic, I'm good at picking up leaks!

Chapter 70 All right!

Qin Fei picked up the bottle next to him and said: "The upper half of this Qing Kangxi blue and white dragon pattern nectar bottle was broken and then glued together. Although the technique is high, it is also damaged, and the materials used are half-truths and half-truths. It’s fake, it’s undoubtedly a fake.”

Old Zhen's complexion changed, seeing that Qin Fei had already walked in.

Qin Fei didn't take a few steps forward, he directly picked up an ancient object, glanced at it, and put it on the side of the table.

As he continued to walk forward, he said: "It's a bit presumptuous for the thirteen sons of Kangxi Qinghua to fake Guaner Zun. Everyone knows that No. 13 son's little big toe is pink, but it happens to be a pale yellow toe." of."

Wen Ziming's expression turned ugly.

This time, he attached great importance to the bet, and after thinking of many tricks, he finally decided on the most troublesome one, but he was belittled by his opponent in this way!

There are more than a hundred objects, which are indeed too many, and he still can't go through them personally.

Thinking of this, he glared hard at the back.

Chen Xiaodao, the shoe-changing brother who was waiting at the door, almost dropped his head to the ground, and the hatred for Qin Fei in his heart increased a bit.

Chen Xiaodao gave Qin Fei a sideways glance: "Mr. Zhen took a whole day to identify three fakes. I don't believe that old hat can really find out eleven pieces!"

After finishing speaking, he immediately felt two cold lights shooting over his head, which came from Mr. Zhen.

Qin Fei had already identified four pieces in just 5 minutes, and Brother Chang's words were really tricky.

When he realized this, he immediately shut his mouth.

Mr. Zhen could only grit his teeth and look at Qin Fei's back.

The few people here, before they fully recovered, saw that Qin Fei had turned from the first row to the second row.

As soon as Qin Fei turned around, he stopped, and came out with one hand: "This Qing Yongzheng enamel olive bottle with colorful blessings and longevity patterns obviously has modern techniques in it, it's a fake."

The big-backed Wang Tian walked a few steps in front of Wen Ziming, deliberately lowered his voice, but made sure that Qin Fei could hear him clearly: "Brother Ziming, I'm just saying that there is something wrong with your pose, and your intervals are regular. , A fool can find it, let alone that poor boy who has some luck recently."

Followed by a few echoes: "There are some rules, and it is easy for people to take advantage of loopholes."

Wuyou raised his voice again: "But it won't be so easy in the future. Opportunities and shit luck are unreliable after all."

Qin Fei understood that this was also a way to disrupt the gambling, but he didn't care about it, and just walked forward like a horse watching flowers.

In just half an hour, Qin Fei actually picked out ten fakes!

In addition to the first four pieces, the other six pieces are: Ganoderma lucidum blue and white plate in the early Qing Dynasty, ice waxy green old jadeite bracelet, ancient jade sunbird in the Western Zhou Dynasty, Li Gui in the Western Zhou Dynasty, Changxin Palace Lantern, and a purple flowerpot with roses in Jun Kiln.

Qin Fei was able to accurately pick out the fakes among all kinds of antiques just by going through them one by one.

Wen Ziming's group had already gone from initial dissatisfaction, to cynicism, to shock, and finally became numb.

Right now, the entire basement floor could only be heard panting and Qin Fei's footsteps.

Eleven pieces, only the last one left, can determine the outcome.
That is the only hope for Wen Ziming and the others, and it is also the most promising one!
Seeing Qin Fei standing still, several people breathed a sigh of relief.

Wuyou sneered even more: "It's so great to be able to see a few fakes. You really treat yourself as a dish. If you can recognize this last antique, I will call you Grandpa!"

The faces of the rest of the people finally showed elated smiles, and they cooed along with a laugh: "There are really people who are not open-eyed, and it is as simple as winning Little Wen."

"Five million is just a drop in the bucket of Lord Wen, but for those poor boys, it's enough to go bankrupt."

"If he loses this time, he will lose all his underwear!"

Little Wen followed with a smile, and looked at Qin Fei gloatingly: "Why, is it difficult?"

Qin Fei shook his head quickly, raised his hand to pick up a cup and said, "I was just thinking, with such a superb technique, why make a fake one? Could it be specially made for me?"

Before Wen Ziming could reply, he had already put the cup by the desk under Wen Ziming's dull eyes.

"The bronze phoenix cup belongs to the period of Duke Zhuang of Qin, and the embryo is the cup of the last emperor of Qin Dynasty. The copper rust on it is not original, but peeled off from the bronze vessel of Duke Zhuang of Qin, and pasted with special adhesive If it is made, it can be called absolutely true and difficult to distinguish between true and false."

"The value is quite high, but a fake is a fake."

After Qin Fei finished speaking, he turned around and looked at Wen Ziming, then glanced at the six people behind him: "A total of eleven fakes, is that all right?"

Among the 108 antiques, there were 39 fakes mixed in. Qin Fei took 51 minutes and [-] seconds to complete the inspection. This speed is by no means the height that Wen Ziming and others can catch up in ten or eight years.

Especially for the last one, I used instruments to identify it no less than ten times, and the experts did not know how many times they searched it before confirming this fraudulent method.

Qin Fei actually just glanced at it, and said clearly and logically!
Those who fell into trouble, with sarcastic words still floating on their lips, were slapped hard on the face twice, which was a burning pain.

Leaving aside Wen Ziming's character, he dared not break the rules of the industry.

Even though there was still a trace of unwillingness in his heart, he still couldn't help saying: "Qin Fei, I'm convinced that I'll lose the 300 million."

Qin Fei pulled his lips and smiled: "No, it's 500 million."

"..."

While speaking, Qin Fei had already returned to the entrance of the basement floor, and directly picked up the check that Wen Ziming had placed next to him on the gambling table,
Then he clamped a bank card on the plate with his index middle two fingers, and said to the big back: "It's the first time I've seen the person who gambles in the industry and gave you a card."

"The card is your surname and your first name. I don't care if I don't want it. You can transfer the 200 million in it to my account now. The money will be paid in person."

Dabei's face flushed red from being bullied.

Qin Fei is hitting on his sore spot. He is not actually in the industry, but his family has an antique business. He wants to go ahead and can only curry favor with Wen Ziming.

Unexpectedly, it was slapped on the horse's hoof.

I dare not refuse to give money, and I can't afford to lose that person!

Wang Tian could only grit his teeth and transfer all the money in the card to Qin Fei's account.

This time the bet against each other made Wen Ziming's team look bad.

After paying the money, several people hurried out.

However, Qin Fei pulled his lips and smiled: "Ten circles of Yucheng Antique Street, and you call me Grandpa, do you think what you say is fart?"

"you……"

Wang Tian blushed again, but in the end he knew he was wrong. The key is that if he really ran away, the family's antique business would not be touched in the past five years.

In the antique world, reputation is the most important thing.

So he had to give in and said: "The money has already been given, and you really have to run ten laps? They are all adults, playing such a childish trick?"

Brother Shoe Changer agreed very much, nodded, and then looked at Qin Fei eagerly.

Qin Fei no longer looked at those two people, but turned directly to Wen Ziming: "I really don't know how Little Wen taught people, and how he made friends, all of them use their own reputation as a shoe mat, and vomit on their own." The master who drools and steps up two feet."

Wen Ziming had lost the bet, and he was worried at first, but after hearing this, his complexion was even worse.

With a dark complexion, he turned to look at the two of them.

Needless to say, the two of them had already grasped the meaning of it, with livid faces and lowered heads, they walked out.

(End of this chapter)