Because they failed to break through the realm, Nie Huaiyuan and his grandson quickly left the resort with their people.

Han Shuntian wanted to take this opportunity to get close to Nie Huaiyuan, but was ruthlessly blocked by the Nie family's followers.

He could only shake his head and smile bitterly.

Although he is the richest man, there is still an insurmountable gap between him and the warrior family!

"Mr. Han, since the Nie family has left! Then I will take you in for treatment!"

Wu Shaoxiong quickly found a step for Han Shuntian.

"good."

Han Shuntian nodded, then frowned: "Why hasn't Nantian come over yet? It took you so long to go to the toilet?"

"Mr. Han!"

At this moment, Su Nantian finally walked into the hall.

I just went for a walk in the resort, which really delayed my time.

Immediately, under the leadership of Wu Shaoxiong, the three of them walked into the resort and came to a hot spring room.

The room has a strong fire element, which is very conducive to Han Shuntian's treatment.

"Mr. Han, Brother Su, please contact me anytime if you have any questions."

After saying that, Wu Shaoxiong stopped disturbing and exited the room.

After half an hour of acupuncture, Han Shuntian's cold poison was completely eliminated.

At this moment, Han Shuntian felt comfortable all over and couldn't help but thank you again: "Nantian, I owe my illness to you!"

"Mr. Han, you're welcome. You paid the price to treat your illness. It's your duty."

Su Nantian smiled.

Twenty minutes later, the two returned to the lobby and prepared to leave.

"Mr. Han, is the treatment going well?"

Wu Shaoxiong came up to him and asked with concern.

"With Nan Tian taking action, it will definitely go smoothly."

Han Shuntian laughed loudly.

"That's good!"

Wu Shaoxiong smiled, a little surprised at Su Nantian's medical skills, and even more interested in making friends.

He took out his business card: "Brother Su is great! I have long wanted to make friends with a miracle doctor like Brother Su. If you don't mind, please leave your contact information and we will contact you often in the future."

"OK."

Su Nantian took the business card with a smile and gave his phone number to the other party.

…

Three o'clock in the afternoon.

Su Nantian took Han Shuntian's car back to Xinglin Pavilion, planning to stay in the clinic until get off work.

But less than half an hour later, before his butt was still warm, a phone call came from an unknown person.

"Who?"

Su Nantian answered the phone and asked.

"Su...Su Nantian, it's me, Wu Shuran!"

Wu Shuran spoke with some embarrassment, but her tone was obviously anxious.

"Do you have a problem with me?"

Su Nantian asked in surprise, what does Mr. Wu's granddaughter want from me?

"Something happened in my antique shop, can you... help me?"

Then, Wu Shuran briefly explained the situation.

It turned out that Wu Shuran sold an antique an hour ago.

The buyer did not leave after buying the antique. Instead, he hired an appraisal expert to appraise the antique on the spot, but it turned out to be a fake.

The buyer was immediately furious and wanted her to pay ten times the price.

She knew very well that anything sold in her store could never be fake.

Because Mr. Wu was traveling recently and could not come forward, she could only find a few familiar appraisal experts to come over and conduct appraisals again, but they were all found to be fake.

But she still believed that this antique was authentic, but the identification skills of this group of people were not good and the identification was wrong.

Therefore, she thought of Su Nantian, who was highly skilled in identification, and hoped that he would prove that this antique was authentic.

After listening, Su Nantian finally understood the whole story.

After all, with Mr. Wu's relationship, he couldn't just sit back and watch this matter.

Immediately, he agreed: "Okay, I'll be right over."

…

Twenty minutes later.

Su Nantian walked into Zhenbaozhai.

Inside, there was a crowd of big men in black, led by a young man with dyed yellow hair.

Beside him, there was an old man standing.

The old man was full of vitality and seemed to be a practicing practitioner.

Wu Shuran was sitting on the office chair, looking very anxious and helpless in her eyes.

When she saw Su Nantian walking in, her eyes instantly brightened, as if she had found a savior.

"Su Nantian!"

She came up quickly.

"Is there no one in your Zhenbaozhai? Did you find a young boy to identify it?"

The yellow-haired young man had a look of contempt on his face.

"Although I don't know why those appraisal experts believe that the antique is fake. But I believe that with his presence, he will definitely prove that it is authentic!"

Wu Shuran spoke confidently, without showing any sign of weakness.

Thinking of Su Nantian's miraculous identification skills, she felt very confident.

Hearing this, the yellow-haired young man snorted coldly and looked at Su Nantian with half-squinted eyes: "Boy, you have to make a good appraisal. If the appraisal is wrong, I will make you pay a price."

The words were full of threats.

However, he was not threatening Su Nantian to tell the truth, but rather preventing him from telling lies.

After all, he was 100% sure that this antique was fake.

Su Nantian ignored the other party's threat and asked Wu Shuran: "Where is the thing?"

"Here."

Wu Shuran pointed to a rectangular wooden box on the table.

Su Nantian opened the wooden box and saw a painting inside, with several shrimps drawn in black ink, which were lifelike.

Signed Qi Heimu.

This is a very famous painter in ancient times.

"Su Nantian, what do you think? Is this painting authentic?"

Wu Shuran asked eagerly.

However, Su Nantian shook his head: "This painting is fake."

As soon as these words came out, Wu Shuran was dumbfounded.

She said excitedly: "No way, there is no way anything in our store is fake! Su Nantian, please take a closer look."

"No need to look, this painting is indeed fake."

Su Nantian spoke firmly.

He had already observed it using the aura technique. There was very little nobility in this painting, so it could not be the real thing.

"Hahahaha! Boy, get on the road!"

The yellow-haired young man laughed loudly: "Beauty, now the appraisal experts you invited say that your painting is fake, please pay me for it quickly! This painting was bought for 2 million. According to the rules of your store, I will compensate you for the fake one."

Ten, give me 20 million!"

Wu Shuran's complexion turned livid.
To be continued...