To make a whole piece of ancient furniture into pieces is to disassemble a complete piece of ancient furniture, then imitate it into two or more pieces of furniture according to the original components, and then mix the old and new parts together and re-stitch it. Mr. Wang pieced a complete chair into four chairs. This counterfeiting method is the worst. It is not only extremely deceptive, but also destroys a real black-patterned wooden chair in the Qing Dynasty.

The real ancient paper made into the land deeds of the Qing Dynasty, and a complete black-patterned wooden chair in Qing Dynasty was divided into four. The modern counterfeiting method was simply unpredictable.

Tang Feng shook his head and said, "Uncle Wang, your play is also very good. The flawed parts you pointed out to us honestly are the real black-patterned wood, while other places are modern imitation black-patterned wood. Finally, I would like to give you a word, you are old and accumulate more good deeds, and don't cultivate this life and the next life!" Heroes do not ask where the source is, hooligans do not look at age, and liars do not ask about the portal. This uncle Wang is indeed stronger.

Uncle Wang stopped talking at this time, what could he say? A trick that he thought was perfect and seamless was dismantled.

"Tang Feng." Lin Muyu walked to Tang Feng and said softly: "Maybe Uncle Wang came up with this bad plan because of his poor family background." Women are born kinder than men, so they did not forget to find excuses for the old man at this time.

Tang Feng sneered: "He has a bad family background and is much better than me. Do you think this is really his home? Look at his hands, is it the hands of a poor elderly man who has lived in such a place for a long time? They not only faked their chairs, but also faked their houses. As for that story, I don't think I need to explain it."

Finally, Tang Feng turned to Chen Yan and said to him: "Brother Chen, you have to be more careful when you have a broad relationship. Brother Yang is not a good person, most of them are from the same group. I have something to do, so let's go first!"

"Yang Jun!" Chen Yan said angrily: "You are too much!"

"I" Yang Jun neither admitted nor denied it, and sat dejectedly on the black-patterned wooden chair of the Qing Dynasty. Only then would he believe that it had nothing to do with this.

"Call the police!" Jiang Yuan took out his Nokia Vertu diamond-inlayed mobile phone angrily.

"Forget it." Zhao Yongshi said: "What do you say when the police come? We see things. We only blame ourselves for slapping them. There is no such thing as fraud in the antique market." In this year, scammers are like green-headed flies, and they can suck them wherever they soak the shit fresh.

Why are there many scammers in the antique market? In fact, the reason is very simple. Just calculate it with your fingers. Nowadays, society has transformed and consumption has been upgraded. Major TV stations have launched treasure appraisal columns, and the whole people are rushing to collect, but there is only a few real things, so it is not enough to divide them. Except for a small group of people who have made money by picking up vacancy, the remaining group is all lost money.

Tang Feng didn't care about how Chen Yan and the others dealt with the aftermath, and walked out of the small backyard of the mansion with Lin Muyu.

"Haha, that's great." Lin Muyu said with a smile: "I finally entered the real antique market."

"Oh," Tang Feng looked up at the sky, sighed, and said, "When I first went out, I thought it was easy to make a fortune based on what I learned. Now I realize that the devil is one foot taller and the devil is one foot taller and it is really not enough to learn."

Lin Muyu asked Tang Feng: "Do you still pay for the old house?"

Tang Feng thought about it and now he had 48,000 yuan around him. If he sold the memorial, he could raise more than 60,000 yuan. He should try his luck at the antique market. He said, "If you don't go, the old house is getting heavier and heavier. The antique liars are really too smart now."

"Yeah!" Lin Muyu nodded and said, "They are now playing back and forth. They go to the countryside to rent a house and pretend to be a farmer to gain trust."

Tang Feng said: "Often there will be a set of stories that are clichés but are also tear-jerking."

Lin Muyu asked, "Brother, have you not bought a house in the city yet?"

House? Or a house in downtown Beijing. This is a story of how far away it is from Tang Feng. He shook his head and said, "It's not that I haven't bought it yet, but that I can't afford it."

"If you don't pay for your old house, it will be inconvenient to live in the countryside. I will not have to go back and forth with you to go to the antique market." Lin Muyu said: "Go to my place. I shared the rent with a sister. Now she is back to her hometown."

Tang Feng said: "So my sister is also a drifter in Beijing. You are doing well and you have a car."

"A car is much cheaper than a house." Lin Muyu said: "Now, car loan plus rent, it can only take half a year to write a notebook. However, recently, there was a good opportunity. A friend recommended my notebook to a well-known director. If it could be passed there, then my sister would be a first-line screenwriter, and her future royalties will soar." In the screenwriter industry, the royalties of well-known people and unknown people are very different.

Tang Feng said: "Then I wish my sister success."

The two walked out of the entrance of the village, Lin Muyu opened the car door and said, "Brother, have you not said whether you will go to my place yet?"

"Yes, this" Tang Feng touched his head and said.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Lin Muyu said: "Don't stop this and that, can you eat me? Get in the car."

The Beetle drove all the way from Mentougou to the city. The house rented by Lin Muyu is on a high-rise building in Chaoyang District. The house price here is much more expensive than Tongzhou. The two of them share the lease and share it with each other, which is worthy of being an urban white-collar worker.

"Come in." Lin Muyu opened the door and Tang Feng walked into the room. The house was two bedrooms and one living room, about seventy square meters. The houses that women live in were cleaner than those of the pure man. Although the decoration was not good, the layout was very good, fresh and elegant and easy to live in.

Lin Muyu pointed to a room and said, "You stay in my room first, I live in my friend's." Then, she nudged Tang Feng into her room.

Lin Muyu's room is not big, and the curtains and sheets are all pink and warm tones, which looks particularly warm. There is a huge poster of her on the wall, which says Lin Muyu, please stick to it!

Lin Muyu opened the curtains and pointed to the distance and said, "There is the East Third Ring Road over there. Beijing Antique City, the largest antique art trading center in Asia, is there. You can go there tomorrow to take a look. I have been here and there several times, and it is quite lively."
Chapter completed!