Crossing the Future Maker

After eating and drinking enough, a group of people stepped on the aircraft, and about half an hour later, they arrived at Yunhuang Hotel.

There seemed to be a crowd of guests at the entrance of the hotel, and the people who came and went had extraordinary manners. It could be seen that all the people attending the banquet this time were people of status.

"Welcome." The waiter greeted him cordially.

Mr. Huo took out an invitation letter. After the waiter took it, he smiled and said, "Mr. Huo, please follow me."

A group of people filed in, walked straight along the hall and soon came to the banquet hall.

Feng Yan was calm and composed, his graceful steps exuded an ancient charm, and his casual posture seemed to be strolling in a courtyard.

Mr. Huo nodded secretly. It seems that Feng Yan is indeed from the Feng family in the imperial capital. Such aura and demeanor can only be cultivated by aristocratic families.

Looking at Qin Nan again, his eyes were rolling around, it was the first time he saw this kind of scene, the first time he came to such a place, he was so nervous that his palms were sweating, he was afraid of embarrassing Xiao Yanzi.

In the banquet hall, many people are talking about today's theme, an ink painting from 1 years ago.

It is said that this painting is owned by the Raging Fire Mercenary Group. The purpose of holding this banquet is firstly to verify the authenticity, secondly to gain fame, and thirdly to cling to the powerful.And in addition to that, they also offer several items for auction.

Feng Yan frowned slightly, he seemed to be involved in something wrong today.

James apologized: "There are people in the capital who are interested in ink paintings. After this appraisal, if there is no mistake, they will send people to come to verify the authenticity, and the fire mercenary group will take advantage of the momentum."

Feng Yan raised his eyebrows: "Send someone to come?"

James said: "An ink painting like this will definitely fail if you don't identify it dozens or hundreds of times."

Feng Yan was silent, and asked calmly: "What am I going to do?"

James smiled and replied: "Not much, as long as you raise all the doubts on the painting and confirm that it is not authentic."

Feng Yan said calmly: "I won't tell lies."

James thought to himself, he really deserves to be the young master of the Feng family, he behaved according to the rules, and said sincerely: "Don't worry, we won't make things difficult for you, you just need to tell what you know." Ancient paintings are very rare, He didn't believe that the fire mercenary group would have authentic works.

Feng Yan nodded: "I see."

James reminded: "There are many appraisers from other parties, you have to be careful."

Feng Yan squinted at him and asked, "What were your plans before?"

James touched his nose, but he smiled and said nothing. The meaning in his eyes was obvious. Even if this ink painting was authentic, they would try their best to destroy it. It will depend on who is better at that time. He will appear on Thirteenth Street yesterday. , just to investigate the enemy's situation, but unexpectedly picked up a treasure instead.

"Brother Huo, why are you here now?" An old man warmly greeted, and behind him stood several young people, one of whom was Miss Fang whom I met yesterday.

"Ah Cheng—" Ms. Fang's cheeks were bright red, and her delicate eyes hesitated to speak.

Huo Cheng didn't look sideways, and said lightly: "Old Fang."

Old Fang smiled: "Brother Huo is a formidable young man, and my granddaughter has been thinking about it for a long time."

Huo Cheng was expressionless: "I dare not be that."

A look of annoyance flashed in Miss Fang's eyes, she felt angry, she shifted her gaze to Feng Yan, and glared: "Why are you here too?"

Feng Yan wrinkled his nose, hating this kind of self-righteous woman the most.

James took half a step forward: "This is Young Master Feng, our appraiser."

Miss Fang looked disdainfully: "At his age, how dare he call himself an appraiser?"

Huo Cheng said with a sullen face: "Miss Fang, this is a matter for our mercenary regiment, please respect yourself."

"Grandpa, look at him!" Miss Fang was ashamed and annoyed, she turned her head and acted like a spoiled child to Elder Fang.

Mr. Fang patted her hand, looked at Huo Cheng with concern, and said in disapproval: "Nephew Huo Xian is not the old man talking about you. Even if you know you are invincible, you can't just find someone. My granddaughter is also worried about you."

Huo Cheng's eyes flashed into impatience: "Fang always bothers me, Miss Fang's kindness can't bear it."

"Puchi!" Qin Nan laughed, "You guys are younger brothers for a while, nephews for a while, and granddaughters for a while, what's the relationship? Don't you mess up your generations."

Elder Fang's face darkened, his gaze condensed: "This is..."

Feng Yan raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes were extremely cold: "He is my friend."

Fang Lao was displeased: "Who are you?"

Feng Yan's contemptuous attitude and indifferent emotions will only make people feel superior: "It has nothing to do with you."

"You..." Fang Lao said with a gloomy expression, "Young people nowadays really don't understand the rules."

Huo Cheng ignored him, and introduced to Feng Yan: "This is the head of the Raging Fire Mercenary Group."

Feng Yan understood, it's no wonder that the two sides are not on the same page, one is raging fire, the other is brilliance, one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers, unless one male and one female.

Qin Nan curled his lips, and when he mentioned the fire mercenary group, he remembered the black shop from yesterday.

Huo Cheng looked at Fang Lao, not giving him any chance to speak, and said lightly: "The banquet has already begun, you are today's protagonists, Fang Lao, look..."

"Let's go—" Fang Lao was furious, leaving a stern look in his eyes, and left angrily.

"Grandpa..." Miss Fang reluctantly turned her head while walking.

Feng Yan joked with a smile: "Captain Huo is very lucky."

Huo Cheng had no choice but to smile bitterly: "We have been competing with Lie Huo for a long time, such a blessing is really unbearable." If he marries Miss Fang, Guanghui still doesn't know who he will become.

Not long after, the auction in the center of the venue started, and the first thing that was displayed was a pair of mahjong.

The corners of Feng Yan's lips twitched, and he always felt in his heart that there was a sense of embarrassment. When did mahjong become an antique.

"According to the researcher's guess, this is a kind of code before the end of the world. Each square represents a special meaning. So far, the cultural research institute has not yet explored its true purpose... Now, everyone can start The asking price starts at [-] star coins."

Feng Yan's face was grim, he was afraid that he would laugh out loud, and mahjong had actually become a special code, making him laugh to death.

Huo Cheng's eyes flashed: "You know him?"

Feng Yan smiled gently and refused to answer.

Huo Cheng had a faint realization, and he made up his mind even more to build a good relationship with Feng Yan.

"I heard that the Feng family and the Gong family are planning to marry. Congratulations."

Feng Yan remained calm: "It's nothing to do with me, didn't you see that I'm in the floating star?"

Huo Cheng didn't take it seriously, every big family has factions, he thought that with Feng Yan's ability, even if he was exiled, it wouldn't be too long.

While the two were talking, Mahjong had been bought for 18 star coins.

Next, up for auction is an antique vase.

Feng Yan's expression was numb, he didn't need to touch it personally, he could tell at a glance that this vase is definitely not a modern item, there is no other reason, the vase is fragile, the vase in front of him, he could tell it was very solid.

Soon, the auction will be over.

A huge screen was lifted out from both ends.

A three-meter-long mountain green ink painting appeared in front of everyone.

There was an uproar in the audience, no wonder the Raging Fire Mercenary Group dared to hold the Treasure Appraisal Conference with such great fanfare.

Full of brush and ink, lifelike, the distant mountains in the ink painting are hazy, surrounded by layers of clouds and mists, as if covered by a layer of light veil, the streams in the lower places are winding, and the mountains and forests are towering and verdant, restoring a real ancient earth world.

"Good painting!" I don't know who praised it.

Many people discussed and praised the painting one after another.

Old Fang's face was flushed, and he was extremely proud: "I am lucky to be able to get this painting. I invite everyone to come here today, just to debate the authenticity. Please appreciate it."

"Okay, okay, okay, Mr. Fang is lucky, congratulations, to be able to get this painting, the Blazing Mercenary Group must be able to go to a higher level." Someone immediately complimented.

Mr. Fang said modestly: "Where, where, everyone, please identify first."

Many people crowded to the front to comment on the painting, and none of them was vying to praise it. Even if they didn't get the painting, it would be an eye-opener to see it.

Huo Cheng looked cautiously, and looked at Feng Yan seriously.

Feng Yan nodded slightly, and said with certainty: "It's really not the real work."

His words immediately aroused the glaring of others.

"You brat smells like shit, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Feng Yan took it easy: "I'm just telling the truth."

Old Fang's expression was worried, his eyes darkened: "Little friend, you can take medicine indiscriminately, but you can't talk indiscriminately. If you can't say one, two, three, don't blame me for being merciless, brother Huo can't keep you. "

Feng Yan walked to the painting unhurriedly, pointed to the signature on it and talked eloquently: "This painting is really good, but unfortunately the fake is just a fake. The year [-] in the park was the Yuan Dynasty in ancient China, when culture declined. , There are very few masterpieces handed down from generation to generation. In addition, on ancient calligraphy and paintings, the signature will only be the year number, the year, and the year [-] is written here, which is the biggest flaw."

"What do you know, kid, get out of here."

"That is, what Yuan Dynasty, what signature, I have never heard of it."

"You can talk nonsense, who knows if what you say is true or not."

Several appraisal experts have criticized, secretly thinking that this young man is too crazy, they can already confirm that this mountain and green ink painting is indeed an authentic work, the paper, handwriting, painting style, all are antique, how can a child speak for it .

Feng Yan didn't change his face, but he felt a little annoyed in his heart. The loss of ancient culture is too serious. Even if what he said is true, there is no way to prove it. Just like people all over the world say that coal is white, if he insists that it is black, it must be his fault.

Huo Cheng became nervous, he was afraid that Feng Yan would not be able to handle it, and if the news of today spread, the Raging Fire Mercenary Corps would surely become famous, and it would take some effort to deal with it.

Feng Yan was confident: "Since this is the case, there must be someone among you who knows ancient characters. During the earth period, traditional characters were always used in ancient times. It was not until the 2000th century, around [-] in the park, that people simplified the fonts."

Someone nodded: "I do know about this, the cultural circles have already done research on it."

Feng Yan smiled in satisfaction, and it would be easy to do after some research. He took out the one-yuan coin he bought yesterday from his pocket: "Look, everyone, the word 一 above should be familiar to you. When I was born, I couldn’t figure out how the date on the painting came about, so I’m sure it’s a fake. However, a fake can be made like this, and it’s worth a fortune. If you like it, you can buy it. Go back and collect it, just give it away to avoid embarrassment.”

Some people thought about it and thought it made sense.

Some people were not convinced, and immediately argued: "How can you be sure that this one is a traditional Chinese character? You must know that so far, even cultural experts have no conclusions about ancient characters."

Someone deeply agreed: "Yes, you can't rely on one-sided words to confirm that the year name on the painting is wrong. After all, people in today's society don't understand traditional Chinese characters."

Feng Yan answered eloquently: "The loss of ancient culture is very serious, but everyone should be familiar with simple numbers. You can recall that in the books and ancient books 1000 years ago in the last days, except for coins, all numbers, their strokes are not very simple, The largest number of four characters is only five strokes, which is easy to recognize."

Someone frowned and recalled carefully: "It seems to have such a thing."

There is also a sudden realization: "Why didn't I think of it." With a beginning and a reminder, many things that I couldn't understand before seemed to open up a gap, and my thinking became clearer and clearer, and various inferences poured into my mind continuously.

Some people even looked annoyed: "Damn, didn't I buy a fake last time?" He said, his eyes were not friendly, and he looked at Fang Lao suspiciously. Most of the antiques in his hands were fire mercenaries provided by the group.

Old Fang was so angry that his face was livid. He never imagined that a good appraising meeting would be ruined by a brat.

What Feng Yan said was well-founded, even if someone wanted to refute it, they couldn't find a reason.

Huo Cheng was in a good mood, and he said with concern in a dignified manner: "Don't be angry, Mr. Fang, it's just a fake. This time I misjudged it. Be more careful next time. If you don't have an appraiser, you can ask me for help."

A banquet ended hastily. After returning home, the appraiser who came today immediately checked the information and looked through ancient books, just to verify what Feng Yan said. If it is true, this is simply a major discovery of the Department of Archeology.