Chapter 33                                                             �

Several people arrived at the second floor.

In the second floor exhibition hall, there are real antiques, and it is normal to price millions. In the second floor exhibition hall, there are also people who are either rich or noble, far from being comparable to the first floor.

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Qian Ming and Qu Di were not qualified to come to the second floor exhibition hall.

Wei Feng looked around casually and couldn't help but shake his head. The antiques were antiques, but they were not what he wanted. At this time, he found that there was a trace of spiritual energy emitting from a door not far away.

"Shaoqiu, where is that place?"

"It's the warehouse. If you are interested, I can take you to see it."

Wei Feng nodded, turned around and said to Liu Anqi and Feng Du:

"Anqi, Feng Du, you can watch it here first. Just keep the items you like in my account."

Although Wei Feng said this sincerely, it was impossible for the two of them to really choose. To be honest, it was already very satisfying to open their eyes.

"By the way, why didn't Mr. Wang come? Isn't he the most popular among the fun?" Wei Feng asked in confusion.

"Who knows, I guess I haven't come if I have something to do."

Not long after, I arrived at the antique warehouse. At this time, an old man with a long hair and a young face was busy with something.

Chu Shaoqiu quickly introduced: "This is our antique appraiser, Han Jin and Mr. Han have been immersed in this industry for the rest of his life, and it has been passed down from generation to generation, but we spent a lot of money to hire him."

"Mr. Han, this is Wei Feng who wants to see antiques."

Han Jin looked up and his two white eyebrows frowned slightly. Chu Shaoqiu came in and told him just now. He thought some big shot was coming, but he didn't expect to be so young.

Only very important guests are qualified to enter the warehouse. I guess it is a rich young man.

Han Jin has seen many times over the years. These rich people don’t understand antiques at all. They bought them for display. Naturally, Han Jin regarded Wei Feng as such people.

"Old Han, my brother has a high vision and doesn't even like the antiques outside. Let's introduce the treasures in our warehouse." Chu Shaoqiu said with a smile.

Han Jin looked faint. With his identity, he really didn't have to look at the faces of the rich children, so he picked up a piece of porcelain and said:

"Please see, this antique looks good, it is a porcelain unearthed from the Ming Dynasty."

But Wei Feng frowned because he found that although he became more and more spiritual after entering the warehouse, it was obviously not from this antique.

Weng Dingqiang's eyes were shining, "Tsk tsk, good stuff, not a few million, I can't buy it at all."

But at this time Wei Feng spoke, "Mr. Han, I won't look at these things anymore. Let's take me to see other antiques. These are ordinary things."

Han Jin suddenly blew his beard and said angrily:

"Young man, it seems that you don't believe me anymore. This piece of porcelain and the few pieces next to me were carefully selected by me. It is the finale of this trade fair. Other antiques are far inferior to these.

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He was arrogant and self-evident, and believed that he was already at the first-class level in the antique appraisal industry. A young man knew what a treasure was, so he dared to question him?

"Mr. Han, I don't mean to question you, but my eyes are different from yours, so what I see is naturally different."

What he said was the truth. If the antiques here were not piled up everywhere, he would have found them himself, so why would he ask Han Jin to help choose them?

At this time, Chu Shaoqiu felt a little embarrassed. This old man was hired by his father for a lot of money and must not be offended. What Wei Feng said was indeed a bit arrogant.

Among these people, only Weng Dingqiang secretly believed Wei Feng. After all, the other party could even see the raw stone, as if he had a perspective eye.

"Ahem, Fengzi, are you sure there are really treasures here?" Chu Shaoqiu asked.

"I don't need to lie to you. There are really treasures I need here." Wei Feng was a little innocent.

"Okay, okay, okay! Any antique here passes through my husband's eyes. If you can really find a treasure that is more valuable than the five antiques around me, I would rather kneel down and become a disciple!"

Kneel down and become a disciple?

This is serious. Not to mention that he is a well-known antique expert in the circle, just saying that he is a big old man and kneels down to a young boy, it will be a joke.

Unexpectedly, Han Jin was also very angry.

Wei Feng smiled but said nothing, his eyes suddenly changed, and a faint light reflected in his pupils.

Most of these antiques are fakes, and they are worthless. They are piled up scattered on the ground. The entire warehouse is about three or four hundred square meters, which is also a big challenge for Wei Feng.

Fortunately, he reached the third level of Qi-induced energy and had a further insight ability. Otherwise, if he wanted to choose the treasure he wanted from the sea of ​​antiques, he would undoubtedly be looking for a needle in a haystack.

Just now, Wei Feng's eyes suddenly condensed, and in an inconspicuous corner, he found the source of spiritual energy dissipation. He walked forward and took away some antiques. A stone tablet that was not big or small appeared in front of him.

"Is this... a rain prayer monument?"

The rain prayer monument is a monument to the ancient emperors when they prayed for rain. It says that the emperor XXX prayed for rain in one year and one day, and the effect was as follows. It all wrote about things that praise merits.

"So you're interested in this inscription."

"good."

Han Jin couldn't help but sneer, and said disdainfully:

"This inscription has a history of more than a thousand years, but it is just an ordinary stone tablet. It has a long time and the inscription is blurred. Not to mention the collection value, even the research value is slim. This thing is not worth anything at all.

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I thought I had found some treasure, but it turned out to be a broken inscription.

Wei Feng shrugged. This old stubborn person really doesn't cry until he sees the coffin.

Thinking of this, he pressed his palm on the stone tablet, and used his power to break the stone tablet from the middle with a click.

Suddenly, a small green bottle was exposed.

The whole body is green without any impurities. At the moment of light, the little jade bottle becomes moist and transparent, and water droplets slowly seep out.

Wei Feng carefully took out the jade bottle, and at this time, there was already half a bottle of water in the small bottle.

The air around also became wet, as if it was March, and the breeze blew, bringing a little drizzle.

Originally, the warehouse was kept very dry because of antiques piled up, but at this time, it gradually became wet.

"Is this... a magic weapon?"

Mr. Han's lips trembled a little. In the antique industry, the most precious thing is not these antiques, but those legendary treasures with spiritual energy.

This kind of treasure is extremely rare. Even if it is him, he has only seen it once in his life.

It was when he was a child, and his family took him to see an antique, which was called a magic weapon, but was finally bought by a rich man at a sky-high price of 100 million yuan.
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