Tomb raiding: Start with a proficiency panel

At this point in time,

Zhou Nanbei first looked around the Crescent Hotel,

Then I glanced at how ugly it looked.

Yin Nanfeng's fists were clenched so tightly they turned white.

He immediately made up his mind.

The power of space unfolded, and the next second Zhou Nanbei disappeared from Sheng Shengman's arms and appeared on the table where the Yuan blue and white porcelain was placed.

This scene astonished everyone present.

Among them, Yin Nanfeng was the most prominent.

A strange look flashed in the eyes of the oldest of the attendants.

At the same time, a handsome young man who was about to come down the stairs on the second floor also stopped in his tracks.

Zhou Nanbei then sat down cross-legged, first patting the jar depicting Wu Song fighting the tiger in front of him, before speaking with a playful expression:

"Could someone tell me about this Yuan blue and white porcelain?"

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the people present varied.

Wang Dafeng spoke first: "Little brat, who gave you permission to touch my Yuan blue and white porcelain?"

If you break it, can you afford to pay for it?

Just as Sheng Sheng Man was about to speak, Zhou Nanbei suddenly slapped her across the air.

A crisp slap landed.

Wang Dafeng cried out "Ouch!" and when he regained his footing, a small handprint was clearly imprinted on his face.

Zhou Nanbei spoke slowly and deliberately: "Who do you call yourself 'I'?"

That was you just now.

"Speaking so loudly, did you wake me up?"

Before the scarred man could reply, she continued in an icy tone:

"Who gave you permission to speak?"

Wang Dafeng was too frightened to speak, partly because he had been jolted awake, and partly because the child in front of him was clearly an extraordinary being.

And if I'm not mistaken, it's spatial power.

But the strange people are not like the national martial arts. The strange people value bloodline inheritance the most. Who knows if there is an old man behind the little brat in front of you?

If he beats up the younger sibling and then the older sibling comes out, he'll be in big trouble.

Zhou Nanbei glanced at Wang Dafeng, the scarred man whose face showed fear.

Only then did he look at the crowd.

"Someone, please tell me about this so-called Yuan blue and white porcelain."

As everyone looked at each other in bewilderment,

Yin Nanfeng's mature and sophisticated voice rang out. She first glanced at Wang Dafeng with disdain before speaking in a playful tone: "Which of you will go and give this 'Young Master Zhou'..."

Can you introduce yourself?

Before the other attendants could react, the oldest attendant among them quickly stepped forward.

He clasped his hands in a fist and bowed to Zhou Nanbei.

"Young Master Zhou, this old man's name is Qianliu, you can just call me Qian Chaofeng."

This Yuan blue and white porcelain,

Let me, the old man, introduce you to them.

Zhou Nanbei looked at Qian Liu, whose beard was now completely white, and wondered if it was just his imagination, but he felt that the old man in front of him...

Was there a fawning tone in his voice?

However, this thought only lasted for a moment, and he nodded slightly as he looked at Qianliu.

"Hmm, tell me about it."

Qianliu picked up the thread and began to explain: "Yuan blue and white porcelain, as the name suggests, originated in the Yuan Dynasty. It was made by skilled craftsmen who painted the porcelain body, and then subjected it to high temperatures..."

Fired in one go...

As Qianliu introduced himself, the central figures behind him gave him strange looks, while Yin Nanfeng's eyes flashed with admiration.

After all, although the chief steward was a servant trained by the Crescent Hotel, his manners and conduct were still quite adept.

I met these people through the Crescent Hotel platform.

These are all people's hidden connections. Whether they can get along with each other depends on their own abilities.

At the same time, he secretly praised it in his heart.

"What era are you from, old man?"

But he's a cunning old fox.

.........

After a short while, Zhou Nanbei finished listening to Qian Liu's introduction.

With the answer in mind, he asked, "Qian Chaofeng, so this means that a complete Yuan blue and white porcelain piece..."

It's the whole thing, right?

Qianliu smiled and nodded: "Not bad."

Zhou Nanbei patted the Yuan blue-and-white porcelain "Wu Song Fighting the Tiger" jar in front of him and said, "Then this thing was authenticated as genuine by the Imperial Censor Qian."

Is it fake?

Having served as a worshipper for 76 years, Qianliu had seen all sorts of people and naturally understood Zhou Nanbei's meaning.

"Young Master Zhou, are you saying this Yuan blue-and-white porcelain piece is pieced together?"

Zhou Nanbei shook his head slightly.

"First tell me whether your authentication is genuine or fake."

Qian Gongfeng nodded slightly.

"real."

Zhou Nanbei patted the Yuan blue-and-white porcelain in front of him and said, "Then this thing is indeed mostly genuine."

I just asked you because I wanted to know,

Which part is real? Now it seems that this thumb-sized area...

It's fake.

Everyone looked in the direction Zhou Nanbei was pointing.

The bottle itself is the easiest part to overlook.

It is also the place that is least noticeable.

Upon hearing this, Yin Nanfeng's eyes flashed with anger, and she also realized the scheme. At the same time, her cold voice rang out: "Qianliu, go and have a thorough check-up."

Qianliu nodded in agreement.

He stepped forward and picked up the Yuan blue-and-white porcelain to examine it. The more he examined it, the more sweat beaded on his forehead, until Zhou Nanbei handed him a few sheets of paper.

Why is the thousand offerings so tense?

Who hasn't made a mistake?

Wipe your sweat.

Qianliu put down the Yuan blue-and-white porcelain in his hand, took the paper from Zhou Nanbei, and wiped his sweat.

Only then did he speak up to explain, "Young Master Zhou, this isn't a matter of whether I saw it wrong or not."

Instead, someone could set up a trap for the Crescent Hotel.

Moreover, it was a truly vicious scheme.

Just as Zhou Nanbei was about to ask further questions, Yin Nanfeng's voice rang out.

"Trying to run away?"

"You scoundrels, seize them!"

Zhou Nanbei and Qian Liu looked in the direction of the sound and saw Wang Dafeng trying to sneak away.

He was knocked to the ground after a few rounds.

Then, the servant forced him to stand in front of Yin Nanfeng, who frowned slightly.

Looking at Wang Dafeng in front of him.

"Wang Dafeng, you've gone so far as to set up a trap for the New Moon Hotel."

Are you tired of living?

Wang Dafeng didn't beg for mercy, but instead smiled and said, "Boss Yin,"

If it weren't for this little brat's arrival today, your Crescent Moon Hotel would have been finished. It's a pity you failed at the last minute.

Kill or torture him,

Let Boss Yin make the decisions. As for getting Wang to speak up, don't even dream about it. In our line of work...

Boss Yin should know best.

If Wang says anything he shouldn't, his entire family will be ruined.

Before Yin Nanfeng could speak, a gentle yet exceptionally domineering voice came from the side.

"oh?

"Then I'll see if your mouth is really as hard as you say."

Everyone turned to look.

A handsome young man, dressed in a suit, with an antique iron ring on his wrist and fiddling with a thumb ring on his other thumb, walked over.

Yin Nanfeng looked at the man and said with dissatisfaction, "Zhang Rishan, you old codger, you still have the nerve to come out?"

Things are almost over.

If you come out to eat shit any later, you won't even get a hot one.

Zhang Rishan's lips twitched: "Nanfeng, I'm still your elder, after all."

Isn't that a bad way to talk?

Yin Nanfeng looked at Zhang Rishan with disdain: "Elder?"

I don't have any elders who eat and drink for free.

"If you want to act like an elder, you should first settle the bills you owe the Crescent Moon Hotel for meals over the years."

Zhang Rishan was speechless for a moment. Before he could speak...

Yin Nanfeng then looked at Wang Dafeng.

"Wang Dafeng, you see things clearly. Since that's the case..."

Then I will grant your wish.

After saying that, he looked at the slave with the stick and said, "Drag him down and sink him in the Yongding River."

As soon as he finished speaking,

A look of relief flashed in Wang Dafeng's eyes. The result was much better than he had expected; at least he hadn't suffered.