A voice was heard again from the crowd, but it sounded a little old.
"I'm willing to pay 200 million. I hope you can part with it. I really like this sword. I can even lower the price."
As soon as this voice appeared, it immediately attracted the attention of everyone present, and then everyone turned their attention to the owner of this voice.
At this time, an old man who looked to be about seventy years old came out. The old man was hunched over, but looked in good spirits.
The old man was accompanied by two strong bodyguards, and he seemed to be from a wealthy family.
"No... That's not right..."
At this time, the stall owner was sitting in front of the stall with a sad face. He was regretting his decision so much that he wanted to kill himself. He originally thought that he had made a profit by meeting a sucker, but now he could not be happy anymore. It turned out that he was the sucker.
At this time, the stall owner had already imagined the old man in his mind. No wonder he was so calm and insisted on getting the sword no matter what he said. It turned out that he had known for a long time that the sword was real. It turned out that the clown was actually himself.
At this moment, the viewers in the live broadcast room also saw this scene. Their hearts were in turmoil. I was even more shocked.
"The old man is worthy of being called an old man. I knew it was right to trust him. After all, he is a man who created medical miracles!!!"
"Haha...please stop talking. If I remember correctly, you said the old man was not doing well when we were in the hospital. You also said the same thing when we were looking for antiques before. Why did you change your tune now?"
"Oh... I wish I had the skills of this old man. If that were the case, would I still be able to make a living carrying bricks?!"
"Are immortal cultivators truly omnipotent?"
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At this time, the audience in the live broadcast room once again felt the horror of the immortal cultivators, and people also typed kneeling expressions on the barrage.
All this, however, 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 actually had some vision and was able to recognize that this bronze sword was Tai'a.
In fact, before this, Lin Fengxing didn’t quite believe it after seeing the sword. He left after looking at it for a while, but after thinking about it over and over again in his mind, he decided to take another look.
So, he decided to come back and take another look at the bronze sword. After repeated and careful confirmation, he found that it was indeed the Taia Sword. For some reason, there was a magical power on the Taia Sword that concealed its sharpness.
As Lin Fengxing dispersed all the energy here, the Taia Sword finally revealed its original appearance.
"How about this, bro? I want two hundred million. As long as you give me the nod, I'll transfer the money to you right away!!"
The old man walked to Chen Shicheng's side, his eyes fixed on the bronze sword. His eyes were full of love for the sword, and his love could no longer be concealed.
But how could a price of 200 million possibly impress Lin Fengxing, who has lived for a hundred years?
I only saw that old man Lin Fengxing still shook his head lightly.
Two hundred million and still can’t sell it? ? ? ?
At this time, the stall owner was so angry about Lin Fengxing's action that he fainted. You know, this is 200 million yuan, which he may not be able to spend in his lifetime, but he is still unwilling to sell it.
Lin Fengxing had been standing here for a long time and was getting a little impatient. Then he took the sword from Chen Shicheng's hand and continued to walk around other stalls.
People have already witnessed Lin Fengxing's ability to identify treasures. Wherever Lin Feng goes now, a large group of people will follow him.
Some people hope to see if this old man can get something else here.
Others hope to follow him and pick up some bargains.
After that, every time Lin Fengxing arrived at a stall, he would immediately attract a lot of attention and onlookers.
When some stall owners saw him at this time, they felt as if they had seen the God of Wealth, because every time Lin Fengxing stopped at a stall, he would bring a large wave of people. Even if Lin Fengxing did not buy anything, most people would still buy a few items.
At this time, the treasure appraiser Chen Shicheng no longer had any intention of leaving here. Like everyone else, he followed Lin Fengxing, wanting to see whether he relied on luck before or whether he really had such ability.
Later on, Lin Fengxing stopped at seven or eight stalls, but he didn't stay for too long. He just took a quick look and left.
Suddenly, he stopped in an antique shop because a painting at the door of the shop attracted his attention.
Afterwards, the old man took Lin Ruoran and walked 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 had become a celebrity in this antique market. Although the game players did not go to watch just now, they had heard of him from others.
Of course, the owner of this antique shop had also heard about it not long ago.
Seeing the old man coming to his store, he was immediately overjoyed. Such an action could boost sales of the store's products.
"Okay, okay, old man, I'll take it off for you right away."
The shop owner nodded immediately upon hearing this, then used a ladder to take down the painting on the wall.
The shop owner had already taken this painting for appraisal and it was found to be fake.
Although this painting depicts a falling lone eagle, the handwriting is modern. According to identification experts, the painting could not have been made more than thirty years ago.
"Come, old man, please take a look."
Immediately afterwards, the shopkeeper placed the painting in front of Lin Fengxing. He did not say that the painting was fake. He said that the authenticity had to be judged by himself. This was the rule of the antique market.
If you find it, you've made a profit. If it's fake, you can only say that they made a mistake and you can't ask the store for compensation.
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At this time, Lin Fengxing squinted his eyes and looked at it carefully. After looking at it carefully for a while, he nodded.
At this time, the door of the antique shop was already full of people. Because there were too many people, they could only stay outside the door and did not go in.
But Chen Shicheng was not among them. He walked in, looked at the painting in Lin Fengxing's hand, and shook his head slightly.
He had seen this painting before and it was definitely a fake. He also knew the person who authenticated the painting.
It seems that the old man was just lucky just now.
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