When Zhou Zheng came to Jinxiu Shanhe Hotel, it was late at noon. He saw that the hotel was full and there were constant laughter.

Seeing this scene, Zhou Zheng sighed helplessly. It seemed that if you want to get the dishes, you still need to wait.

In fact, this is exactly the case. I communicated with the cashier at the front desk. Six of the eight dishes were just prepared, and he would have to wait about ten minutes.

After walking out of the hotel, Zhou Zheng took a look at the order, checked the dishes, and unexpectedly found that the price of a meal was about one thousand.

It seems that this antique business is really a huge profit!

Just as Zhou Zheng was waiting for a meal at Jinxiu Shanhe Hotel, the boss of Baoxuan, whom he had just complained about, was sighing constantly, and a look of anxiety and despair appeared on his face.

At this time, Guo Changfeng was standing in front of a table several meters long, frowning and paced back and forth, showing his uneasiness at this moment.

I saw a horizontal calligraphy work about three meters apart on the table.

He looked at the two old men in front of him who were carefully admiring the work and asked in a low voice: "Ancient, Mr. Zhao, is this original work from Tang Bohu's "2 Poems for Xu Jun"?"

Seeing the sad face on Guo Changfeng's face, Mr. Hu's eyes flashed with unbearableness, but he still said in a deep voice: "Xiao Guo, after listening to your description, we thought you had been made by someone at first, but after my identification, this is indeed the original work of Tang Bohu's "2 Poems for Xu Jun". If someone uses this calligraphy to make a plan, the price will be too high."

Gu Lao, who was standing aside, nodded and agreed, "Xiao Guo, I have the same idea."

As soon as the two old men finished speaking, Guo Changfeng shook his body and almost fell down. At this time, his face and lips turned pale.

As a rising star in the antique circle, Guo Changfeng is enthusiastic and has a good eye. The most important thing is to be honest and kind, without speculation, and the charm of those profiteers. This makes several old men very popular.

Seeing Guo Changfeng's appearance, Mr. Hu felt soft and suddenly said, "Xiao Guo, it really doesn't work. You are looking for other experts. Maybe they will have other appraisal results?"

When Guo Changfeng heard this, he shook his head, and his heart was completely disappointed.

Ancient, as the master of the antique circle in the demon city, how could Mr. Hu be fake after their identification?

However, this painting has only been done for three days and has not touched it during this period. How could it become like this? Isn’t this too strange?

It turned out that three days ago, several foreign businessmen found Guo Changfeng, hoping to store a painting in his antique shop for three days.

At first, I didn't dare to agree, but when I saw that it was Tang Bohu's "2 Poems for Xu Jun", I felt compassion.

Guo Changfeng, who has always liked calligraphy, painting and antiques, suddenly felt a little happy. In addition, his antique shop does have a business in storing antiques, and the prices given by those merchants were also very exciting, so Guo Changfeng finally agreed.

But things were unpredictable. Just today, when the three-day deadline expired, he was about to take out the work in advance and prepare it. Finally, he was very happy and returned it to the customer. What scared him happened.

The surface of this work "2 Poems for Xu Jun" has become damp. Not only that, under the influence of these moisture, the handwriting on the book gradually becomes blurred.

As an antique shop owner, Guo Changfeng certainly knew that this situation was simply devastating for a famous master's original work.

But what he was difficult to understand was that this calligraphy has been carefully preserved by himself and placed in his own specially made storage room. The environment inside can absolutely ensure the safety of the work, and it is impossible to be wet, but he is hard to believe the scene in front of him.

Seeing that nearly one-quarter of the handwriting of this work was damaged, Guo Changfeng even cried!

You should know that the owner of this work will come to pick up the goods later, so how do you explain to the other party?

In desperation, Guo Changfeng invited Gu Lao with a lucky mentality, hoping that they would help him identify it and see if this work is the original.

Although it is not very likely to know, what if the identification results are fake?

So the scene just now took place!

Unfortunately, the identification results of the two old men will eventually break Guo Changfeng's last luck.

"Old Mr. Hu, can you help me estimate the market price of this painting "2 Poems for Xu Jun"?" Guo Changfeng asked in despair.

When Mr. Hu heard Guo Changfeng’s question, he was also stunned and his brows were slightly frowned.

As the owner of an antique shop, how could he not understand this knowledge?

However, seeing Guo Changfeng's appearance, Mr. Hu immediately expressed his understanding and said: "You also know that in recent years, the advantages of antique masters' handwriting have been increasing, especially the original works of Tang Bohu, which have increased rapidly. Although this calligraphy is a little worse than others, there are still many collection enthusiasts who are sought after."

"If you estimate conservatively now, the price of this "2 Poems for Xu Jun" can be sold for 20 million yuan, and if you meet a buyer you like, it will be even higher."

Hearing the number 20 million, Guo Changfeng's expression became more and more complicated!

Seeing Guo Changfeng's expression, Mr. Hu sighed.

Although Guo Changfeng has been doing well in the antique industry in recent years, he has not been in the antique industry for a long time after all, and his background is limited after all!

Even if he sold all the savings in the past few years, plus all the things in the store, it would only be more than 15 million. If Guo Changfeng had to take out 20 million at once, how could he get it out?

"Hello, is Mr. Guo here? The takeaway you ordered is here!"

At this moment, a voice suddenly appeared in the antique shop.

While talking, a delivery guy walked in with a lot of takeaway packaging.

That's right, Zhou Zheng, who had officially rushed over, had he not spoke first, would others think he was the boss?

Seeing Zhou Zheng's arrival, Guo Changfeng couldn't help but smile bitterly, and reached out to Mr. Hu and Gu Lao and said, "Two seniors, please both of you today. Let's have a meal first. As for this work, I'm unlucky. It's really not possible. I'll look for my friends to see if I can borrow money."

"Forget it! Let's not talk about these bad things, let's have a meal first!"

As he said that, Guo Changfeng took over a bunch of takeout from Zhou Zheng and began to have no idea about the dining table.

"Boss Guo, we are here to pick up the goods, it's really troublesome!"

Suddenly, a sound came from outside the door, causing Guo Changfeng, who was preparing for dining, to stand still.
Chapter completed!