Besides that, the most attractive thing about this old man is his eyes.

Although he was obviously in his seventies or eighties, his eyes were as sharp as swords. Wherever he swept across them, everyone was shocked.

The old man's expression was calm and indifferent. He waved his hand and said to the crowd, "Don't be polite. We are all guests of Mr. Hong today. Let's go, shall we? Let's go!"

How could those wealthy businessmen listen?

You have to know that the person in front of you is a living fossil in the antique world, the famous Xiahou Ding.

That person is the handsome young man who is sitting outside in the evaluation seat, Xiahou Ji’s grandfather.

Speaking of Xiahou Ding, apart from his attainments in antiques, what is most admirable is his superb identification skills and his firm character.

Those who work in the appraisal industry can easily be exploited by capital or the market. Even those very talented appraisers may make judgments that are inconsistent with the facts.

After a while, their reputation in the antique world will collapse.

Xiahou Ding was just the opposite. He was firm in his words from the very beginning. Over time, he naturally accumulated a large number of supporters.

By the time he was in his 40s, he had already founded the Xiahou Antiques and Pawn Shop, as well as the museums and cultural bureaus with him as the head, to name just a few.

In addition, the heirs of the Xiahou family have outstanding abilities, and it is precisely because of this that they are respected to this extent.

Those wealthy businessmen still wanted to get close to him.

Unexpectedly, they were frightened away by a stern look from Old Man Xiahou, and finally turned away in shame.

However, Xiahou Ding's last disciple, Academician Luo, his grandson Xiahou Ji, and Professor Chen who had just performed the appraisal on Yu Weiting did not dare to leave.

These people who are admired by others are all very respectful when facing Old Man Xiahou.

Xiahou Ding glanced at them and asked calmly, "Is everything alright?"

Academician Luo bowed respectfully and replied in a low voice: "Thank you for your concern, Master. It's nothing."

Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, Professor Chen, who had just suffered a loss in front of him, shouted: "Old sir, Academician Luo just criticized the things I identified as worthless. Although I am not your disciple, I am also Mr. Bai's direct disciple. Academician Luo really shouldn't treat me like this!"

"oh?"

Old Master Xiahou raised his head leisurely, his eyes showing the excitement of finally finding something: "What's going on? What painting?"

Academician Luo quickly replied, "It is Fang Shizhou's painting of spring rain at Gushan."

"Spring Rain Painting? Fang Shizhou's?"

Mr. Xiahou's eyes were filled with more excitement. He pointed at Academician Luo and said, "Then tell me, how did you identify it?"

Academician Luo told Yu Weiting everything, including how he had just been called to the VIP room to help her appraise the Spring Rain Picture.

During this process, Academician Luo mentioned Lin Han.

Old Master Xiahou, who was listening attentively to the process, suddenly had his eyes light up and interrupted to ask, "What did you say? He only looked at it for a second or two and was sure it was Fang Shizhou's painting?"

"Yes!"

Mr. Xiahou tapped on the wheelchair with his pale but slender and powerful fingers, unable to hide his excitement.

However, Professor Chen, who was standing in front of him, said, "Lin Han's skills are just trifles. Old Master Xiahou, you don't need to be so excited. Besides, she is wrong!"

Um?

Mr. Xiahou didn't say anything, but his sharp eyes were directed straight at Professor Chen.

At the same moment, at the other end of the passage, an old man dressed in white came quickly over, supported by two people.

The old man's attention was all on Grandpa Xiahou, and he even pushed aside Professor Chen's approach to salute him.

The old man in white walked to Grandpa Xiahou's wheelchair, shook off the support of others, clasped his hands together, and saluted Grandpa Xiahou tremblingly but respectfully.

"Brother Xiahou, I finally see you. It's been 78 years since we last saw each other, right?"

Old Master Xiahou had already recognized him, and a rare smile appeared on his face: "Bai Shuren, three eyes! Hahahaha, you are here too."

The old man named Bai Shuren was very happy that he was recognized by Mr. Xiahou. Although his steps were a little unsteady, he still insisted on walking to Mr. Xiahou's side and facing Professor Chen and others together with him.

When facing Professor Chen, Bai Shuren's expression was completely different from before.

In fact, if you only look at his expression at this moment, it would be hard for others to imagine that he would actually bow respectfully to others.

"Chen Chongyuan, what did you say to Mr. Xiahou just now?"

Bai Shuren stared at Professor Chen. Although his voice was flat, the light in his eyes was cold and without a trace of emotion.

Professor Chen was startled by his expression.

In fact, from the very beginning, Professor Chen had already realized the problems he might face from Bai Shuren's attitude towards Mr. Xiahou.

Theoretically speaking, the Xiahou family and the Bai family are actually on par with each other in the antique world.

The two were of similar age, and although the Xiahou family's assets were larger, the Bai family's were only slightly inferior.

There is absolutely no need for Bai Shuren to be so humble in front of Mr. Xiahou!

"Master, Academician Luo and I had different opinions when looking at a painting, so..."

"So what?"

Bai Shuren asked coldly.

“So…so…”

Professor Chen paused. He certainly didn't dare to say that he had contradicted Mr. Xiahou because of their disagreement.

"So that's why you spoke rudely to Mr. Xiahou, huh? You traitor!"

As Bai Shuren spoke, he supported his assistant with one hand and kicked Professor Chen hard in the thigh.

I don't know if it was because the old man was too strong or Professor Chen was trying to show weakness in front of them, but Professor Chen, who was in his 50s, was kicked so hard that he fell to the ground.

The wealthy businessmen who had originally dispersed were attracted back by this scene, and Lin Han was of course among them.

Professor Chen looked at everyone sadly and embarrassedly, but did not dare to beg for mercy.

On the contrary, Academician Luo came to his rescue and said, "Mr. Bai, appreciation of antiques is a matter of personal opinion. I think..."

"It's not a matter of opinion. I've just seen Boss Yu's painting, and it's definitely Fang Shizhou's!"

Old Master Bai pointed at Professor Chen and said angrily, "This kid is not very good at learning, and he was rude to Old Master Xiahou. I think he is tired of living!"

"From today on, you have to quit your antique shop and pawn shop and go to the museum to clean calligraphy and paintings!"

With a loud bang, the onlookers opened their mouths wide in shock at Mr. Bai's punishment.