At this time, Wang Baiming on the side suddenly said, "You have to hurry up. There are still twenty minutes left in this competition."

Zhong Ling'er couldn't bother to go to Lu Xiaoya for the theory, and hurriedly turned to look at Kong Liansheng, "Let's hurry up and hurry up and choose."

Kong Liansheng's gaze slowly swept across the booth, "The water in the antique shop is very deep, especially the calligraphy and painting, there are too many fakes. So you must be careful not to rush."

Zhong Ling'er is impatient and can't wait to get a picture from the booth and finish the work.

But Kong Liansheng had said so, and she had no choice but to obey.

At the same time, always pay attention to Lu Xiaoya's situation.

Lu Xiaoya was also a little anxious at this time, "Ye Feng, what shall we do now?"

Ye Feng just randomly glanced at several nearby stalls.

It seems casual.

In fact, the system's in-depth scanning function has been turned on, and all the calligraphy and paintings on several booths have been scanned.

Which one is the original and which one is the counterfeit has long been known.

But he still pretended to be casual, "Don't worry, you go buy two bottles of water first, I'm a little thirsty."

Lu Xiaoya was a little speechless.

When is this? Are you still in the mood to drink water?

Although slander in my heart.

But after all, she invited her to help.

Don't care if you can help with this favor, and don't treat others badly.

Lu Xiaoya had no choice but to respond, and then went looking for the supermarket.

This time and again, it was delayed for nearly ten minutes.

When she came back from buying water, she was almost blown up.

Ye Feng didn't know where to borrow a rocking chair.

At this time, I was lying under the shade, enjoying the cool air.

On the other hand, Zhong Linger and Kong Liansheng have probably selected a few calligraphy and paintings, and entered the final screening stage.

Lu Xiaoya suddenly became angry.

He walked quickly and threw two bottles of ice water into his arms, "You won't help me pick calligraphy and painting, but you are here to enjoy the cool?"

Ye Feng unscrewed a bottle of water and drank two big mouthfuls, "Don't worry, don't you still have time."

Lu Xiaoya was so angry that she was about to cry, "Now there are less than ten minutes left, even if you lose the time."

Ye Feng stood up unhurriedly, "Ten minutes is enough, come, drink some water first."

With that said, he helped her unscrew it very intimately.

Lu Xiaoya didn't answer, turned to the calligraphy and painting booth, and picked it up by herself.

Although she didn't study calligraphy and painting, she couldn't understand it at all.

But I don't want to just admit defeat.

At this moment, I suddenly heard Kong Liansheng's voice coming from over there, "I have already picked it."

Ye Feng and Lu Xiaoya looked.

I saw Kong Liansheng holding a landscape painting in his hand, with a confident expression on his face.

Wang Baiming nodded, "Twenty-two minutes, not bad."

Kong Liansheng handed over the landscape painting, "Bo Wang, this painting cost 200,000 yuan, please judge and see if the money is worth it?"

Wang Baiming walked to the front of the painting even with his hands behind his back, and carefully observed it.

Lu Xiaoya also stopped her movements and looked nervously at Wang Bo's face.

Zhong Ling'er was also a little nervous, pacing back and forth.

Wang Baiming watched very carefully, not even letting go of every detail.

Five full minutes passed.

Only then slowly raised his head and looked at Kong Liansheng on the side.

There was a look of surprise in his eyes.

"Uncle Wang, is this painting real?"

Zhong Linger asked impatiently.

Lu Xiaoya was also very nervous, staring at Wang Baiming stubbornly.

But Kong Liansheng looked as usual, as if it had nothing to do with him.

Wang Baiming nodded his head appreciatively, "It's really worthy of being Master Mei's proud disciple, Mr. Kong's eyes are so serious, this painting is indeed an authentic work of the Hongshan Buddhist priest."

When Zhong Linger heard this, he was overjoyed.

Hastily slapped the palm with Kong Liansheng.

Lu Xiaoya hurriedly asked: "Uncle Wang, who is this Hongshan layman? Why haven't you heard of it?"

Wang Baiming touched the beard under his jaw.

"This Hongshanjushi is a calligrapher from Zhonghai. He was very famous in the calligraphy world in his early years. Later he became a monk at Hongshan Temple and was known as Hongshanjushi. This landscape painting is his early work..."

Zhong Ling'er was not interested in these, and hurriedly interrupted, "Uncle Wang, how much is this painting worth?"

Wang Baiming thought for a moment.

"As far as I know, the works of Hongshan lay people have been very popular in recent years. This painting is his skillful work, and the size is still so large, it is very rare. A conservative estimate, at least about 500,000. "

He said this.

Everyone present exclaimed.

"Oh my God, if you buy it for 200,000, you can sell it for 500,000? You can earn 300,000 when you change hands?"

"This money is too easy to earn, right? It's almost the same as the wind blows, and there is no one."

"Who has the ability to make mistakes? People who don't know the goods, even if you put the baby in front of your eyes, you won't recognize it."

"That said, this young man is only in his thirties, and he didn't expect to have such a good vision."

"You are really young and promising. If we know such a master, why not worry about getting rich!"

"Handsome guy, can you meet me?"

"..."

The people around watching the excitement all watched Kong Liansheng eagerly.

Obviously he was regarded as the God of Wealth.

Zhong Ling'er also jumped up happily.

Although half a million is not a big deal for her kind of family.

But it gave her a great advantage in the match against Lu Xiaoya.

Thinking of this, he immediately cast a triumphant look at Lu Xiaoya.

Kong Liansheng also showed a provocative smile at Ye Feng.

The time is coming soon.

Ye Feng and Lu Xiaoya didn't even make any progress.

Are you going to surrender your gun?

Lu Xiaoya checked the time, and there were three minutes left.

There is no time to choose.

Forget it, let it go.

Immediately, he would pick up a picture from the booth and exchange it.

At this moment, a hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed her wrist.

She looked up.

There was a faint smile on Ye Feng's face, "I'm coming."

Sunlight shone from behind him.

It seemed to have plated him with a layer of gold.

Like a savior!

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