My sister returns to a wealthy family, and her eight brothers spoil her with their lives.

Someone couldn't hold it back and laughed "Pfft...", causing the whole audience to burst into laughter.

Such a serious occasion was transformed into a lively vegetable market.

Until the host invited the highly respected treasure appraiser Mr. Cheng to the auction.

Mr. Cheng is a leader in the industry, and no one has surpassed him so far. He is like a god.

The old man was not in good health and did not want to come. His friend gave him a divination the day before and tried to persuade him to come, saying that he would have great fortune.

As everyone looked up in silence, Mr. Cheng, who was in low spirits, took the main seat on the stage.

The treasure appraisal begins.

First, Xiao Xi dug out her first treasure from her bag, the Jin Tai Lan ring.

Mr. Cheng glanced at the ring, his face turned pale with anger, and he coughed suddenly.

He didn't look at Xiao Xi and stared directly at Ye Yichen.

"Ye Qi, you brat! I respect your grandfather's noble character. Why do you let your sister do so much? Take something worth five yuan from a stall and stain my eyes?"

There were boos in the audience.

"Grandpa, are you biased against me? You don't even want to take a closer look at this ring?" Xiao Xi was a little angry.

"Look at its filigree craftsmanship, which has been lost now."

Mr. Cheng then glanced at Xiao Xi and reluctantly took the ring. In an instant, he was petrified.

After a while, his face turned red.

"I'm useless, I apologize to the children!"

"This... this is the ring of Niu Hulu Ruyue, the former noble concubine of the Qing Dynasty! I almost missed the treasure."

"Kid, where did you get this ring?"

"Xiao Xi bought it from the stall outside the building."

Mr. Cheng: What? !

Another fit of coughing.

He tried his best to calm down and reported the value of this antique.

"The base price is five hundred thousand."

"Holy shit!" The audience exploded. It's really an antique!

"Sister Ye Qi is so lucky that she stumbled upon a treasure."

While they were still lamenting, the ring auction began in full swing.

Finally, a noble lady got it for 1.5 million.

Many people were so shocked that they did not come back to their senses and missed their treasures.

Mr. Cheng slapped himself in the face just now, but now he is very energetic.

"Kid, what other treasures do you have?"

Xiao Xi looked at Mr. Cheng very seriously.

"Grandpa, I have many treasures. But please make sure not to get too excited. I'm afraid grandpa won't be able to bear the excitement."

Mr. Cheng was unhappy again: "Kids, don't talk too much, put everything on the table!" Let me see how many street stalls you still have?

Xiao Xi gave Du Xin a look, and Du Xin immediately picked up the bag he was carrying just now from the ground, and dumped all the treasures in it in front of Mr. Cheng simply, directly, and roughly.

Mr. Cheng's breathing suddenly became violent, and his eyes were so wide open that he almost came out of his eyes. There seemed to be so many miscellaneous antiques, but at a glance, which one was not a treasure?

When he saw a book mixed among the antiques, he picked it up with trembling hands and read, "The Art of Dividing Gold."

He would faint if he kicked off his legs.

Xiao Xi had already expected this and held his hand.

Mr. Cheng was grabbed by Xiao Xi's wrist and pressed on his acupuncture points, trying to faint, but all his strength was drained away.

Xiao Xi saw that she had so many treasures that she had yet to take action on, so she would not let the old man stay alive and waste time.

There is no choice but to take strong medicine again.

She brought the tea in front of Mr. Cheng, quickly took out the other half of the enhancement pill from the storage bag of the brocade bag, and threw it into the tea.

"Grandpa, have a cup of tea to calm down."

Mr. Cheng drank the tea, and soon his eyes became clear. He took a few big sips and drained the tea in the cup, leaving only the tea leaves.

It was as if a tube of chicken blood had been forcefully injected into him. He wished he could be shaken up and sat upright on the sofa.

Cheng Lao pulled off the microphone and headset, and whispered: "Kid, how about you stop taking pictures of this book and sell it to me directly?"

"Grandpa, I won't sell these three books. I keep them for myself."

Mr. Cheng's heart skipped a beat, but he didn't dare to show off too much on stage. His thoughts were far away...

Mr. Cheng's full name is Cheng Sheng. This book "The Art of Dividing Gold" has disappeared from the world for hundreds of years. I didn't expect that the book written by the founder of the Cheng family would still be seen in his lifetime.

Because Cheng Sheng's ancestor was a gold-touching school captain, he stopped doing it in his generation, but it did not affect Cheng Sheng's later career as a master of treasure appreciation.

This is their clan's book. No matter what the cost, this book must be returned to the clan.

Mr. Cheng calmed down again, put on the ear pulse microphone, and seriously began to identify the treasure: he could not offend the little aunt in front of him.

Soon, a large table of treasures was sold out at auction.

Even the street stall goods that Du Xin spent 500 yuan on were repaid with more than 20 million yuan.

Next, Xiao Xi took out the "Picture of Grass and Reeds with Remaining Snow".

Mr. Cheng wants to get the book, and he also wants to please Xiao Xi.

"Kid, everyone says your painting is not authentic. Can you prove it?" Let's leave the venue to my aunt to perform.

Xiao Xi stood up and walked to the middle of the auction table. The staff quickly helped unfold the painting.

"Good evening everyone, my name is Ye Xiaoxi. The painting I want to introduce now is an authentic work of the Southern Dynasties calligrapher and painter Wang Chaoyun and Wang Jia."

"Wang is mainly obsessed with calligraphy, and he has very few paintings.

The years when he was demoted to Cangzhou were the most unsuccessful times in his life. It was during this period that he painted two treasures, one of which was the "Picture of Grass and Reeds with Remaining Snow".

Later, after Wang Chaoyun resumed his official position and paid homage to the prime minister, he stopped painting again. "

Many knowledgeable people in the audience were stunned.

I didn't expect the little girl to be so knowledgeable and all her words were right to the point.

At this time, Dong Guangfa stood up and was no longer calm.

"Ms. Ye, we all know what you're talking about. I've been collecting it for so many years, and only then did I know that the painting "Grass and Reeds with Remaining Snow" on the stage is a fake. You keep saying it's authentic, and you're just lying."

This time, the atmosphere reached a climax.

"Everyone, be quiet. Why are you adults so impetuous? Xiao Xi hasn't finished speaking yet."

"Look here carefully."

The photographer quickly pointed the camera at the place pointed by Xiao Xi, and the enlarged portion of the thatched cottage in "The Picture of Grass and Reeds with Remaining Snow" appeared on the big screen.

It's as quiet as a chicken down there.

Xiao Xi pointed to the window of the thatched cottage, where an old man was lying in front of the window.

"This old man is holding an oil lamp. Although the oil lamp only illuminates the remaining snow in front of the window, the oil lamp reflects the undying hope in Wang's heart. It is a lamp that illuminates his future."

Xiao Xi's childish and calm voice seemed to have a kind of magic power, bringing everyone into the artistic conception of cold night, thatched cottage and residual snow.

"So the difference between authentic and fake is..."

"The oil lamp in the old man's hand!"

"Although the replicator of the fake is also talented, he is so eager for quick success that he accidentally omits this precious detail."

"So, the painting on the stage is the real thing."