The Female President Was Tied at the Beginning, and I Became the Villain

A voice came from the crowd again, but the voice was a little old.

"I'm willing to pay 200 million, and I hope my brother can give it away. I like this sword very much, and I can even pay the price."

As soon as the voice appeared, it immediately attracted the attention of everyone present, and then everyone turned their attention to the owner of the voice.

At this time, an old man who looked about seventy came out. The old man was stooped, but he seemed to be in good spirits.

The old man was accompanied by two strong bodyguards, who seemed to be from a very wealthy family.

"No...it's not..."

At this time, the stall owner was sitting in front of the stall, with a sad face. Now, his intestines are full of regret, and now he can't wait to bump his head to death. He originally thought that he would make money by meeting someone who took advantage of him, but at this moment, he can no longer be happy. It turned out that I was the one who was taken advantage of.

At this time, the stall owner had already had the image of the old man in his mind, no wonder he was so calm, he wanted this sword no matter what he said, it turned out that he already knew that the sword was real, and it turned out that the clown turned out to be himself.

At this time, the water friends in the live broadcast room also saw this scene. At this time, their hearts were all overwhelmed, and I was more than shocked.

"The old man is worthy of being the old man. I knew it. I believed that the old man must be right. After all, the old man is the one who created medical miracles!!!"

"Hehe...you don't want to talk anymore. If I remember correctly, you said that the old man was not good when you were in the hospital. You said the same thing when you were shopping for antiques before. Why has the style of painting changed now?"

"Hey... If only I had the ability of the old man, would I still be able to live with bricks?!"

"Cultivators, are they really omnipotent?"

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At this time, the audience in the live broadcast room once again felt the horror of the cultivator, and people also slapped their kneeling expressions on the barrage.

All of this seemed to have nothing to do with Lin Fengxing, he just looked at Chen Shicheng and nodded slowly.

Unexpectedly, the person in front of him really has a little vision.

He was able to recognize that this bronze sword was Tai Ah.

In fact, before that, Lin Fengxing didn't really believe it when he saw the sword. After watching it for a while, he left, but after repeated thoughts in his mind, he decided to take another look.

So, he decided to come back and take a look at this bronze sword. After repeated and careful confirmation, he found that it was really Tai'a sword. For some reason, there was a magical power on this Tai'a sword, Its edge faded away.

As Lin Fengxing dispersed all the space, Tai'a Sword revealed its original face.

"How about this old man, I want 200 million, as long as you nod, I will give you the money immediately!!"

The old man walked to Chen Shicheng's side, and his eyes were fixed on the bronze sword. His eyes were full of love for this sword, and he couldn't hide his love for it.

But how could the price of 200 million impress Lin Fengxing, who has lived for a hundred years?

All I saw was that old man Lin Fengxing still shook his head lightly.

200 million won't be sold? ? ? ?

At this time, the stall owner was directly stunned by Lin Fengxing's operation. You must know that this is 200 million yuan, which may not be spent in this life, and he is still unwilling to sell it.

Lin Fengxing had been standing here for a long time, and he was a little impatient. After taking the sword from Chen Shicheng's hand, he continued to stroll around other stalls.

People have seen Lin Fengxing's ability to appraise treasures now. Wherever Lin Feng walks now, there will be a large group of people behind him.

Some people wanted to see if the old man could find anything else here.

Others hope to follow behind him to catch the leak.

Afterwards, every time Lin Fengxing went to a booth, he would attract many people's gazes and crowds.

The owners of some stalls, when they saw him at this time, seemed to see the God of Wealth, because every time Lin Fengxing stopped at a stall, he would bring a large number of people, even if Lin Fengxing didn't buy, most of them would Show up and buy a few.

At this time, Master Appreciation Master Chen Shicheng no longer had any intention of leaving here. Like everyone else, he was following Lin Fengxing, wanting to see whether he had relied on luck before, or whether there was such a thing. strength.

For the rest of the time, Lin Fengxing stayed at seven or eight booths, but he didn't stay for too long, and left after just taking a look.

Suddenly, he stopped in an antique shop, because a painting at the entrance of the antique shop attracted his attention.

Afterwards, the old man took Lin Ruoran straight in.

"Boss, can you show me this painting?"

Lin Fengxing pointed to a painting hanging on the wall, and said.

At this time, Lin Fengxing has become a celebrity in this antique market. Although the player didn't go to watch it just now, he has heard about it from other people.

Of course, the owner of this antique shop had heard of it not long ago.

Seeing the old man coming to his store, he was immediately overjoyed. Such a move can drive a wave of sales for the things in the store.

"Okay, old man, I'll take it off for you right now."

The shopkeeper nodded immediately when he heard the words, and then used a ladder to take down the painting on the wall.

The shopkeeper had taken this painting for identification before, and it was fake.

Although this picture of a falling solitary eagle, the handwriting is modern. According to the experts, the painting on it can't be more than thirty years old at the farthest.

"Come on, old man, hold your eyes."

Immediately afterwards, the shopkeeper put the painting in front of Lin Fengxing, and he didn't say that the painting was fake, he had to judge the authenticity by himself, which is the rule of the antique market.

If you find it, you have earned it. If it is fake, you can only say that he punched it, and you can't ask the store to claim compensation.

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At this time, Lin Fengxing squinted his eyes and looked carefully. After a while, he nodded his head.

At this time, the entrance of the antique shop was already full of people. Because of too many people, they could only stay outside the door instead of going in.

But Chen Shicheng was not among them. He walked in and looked at the painting in Lin Fengxing's hand, and shook his head slightly.

He has seen this painting before, it must be a fake painting, and he knows the person who identified this painting.

It seems that the old man was just lucky just now.