Each car here is worth at least tens of millions.

If this were an ordinary person, he would probably be very excited to hear this.

However, He Jinyin shook his head and said, "No need."

He didn't want to accept gifts from others casually.

In this way, you will owe everyone favors.

Duan Ling'er did not force her to hear He Jinyin refuse.

In her opinion, a car is nothing in He Jinyin's eyes.

If he wants it, he can have it casually.

The two walked out of the parking lot and then headed towards the manor.

The manor has six floors in total, and there are countless rooms.

At this time, Duan Qingfeng was watering the flowers in the yard.

Duan Ling'er walked to him with He Jinyin.

"Grandpa, Mr. He is here." Duan Ling'er spoke.

Duan Qingfeng turned his head and saw He Jinyin.

A smile appeared on his face, he put down the kettle for watering flowers, and walked towards He Jinyin.

And, he smiled and said, "Mr. He, you are here. Please hurry up."

He invited He Jinyin to the lobby on the first floor of the manor.

The hall is magnificent, and the tea table is an antique from the Ming Dynasty. He Jinyin took a look and knew it was a tea table used by Emperor Qianlong back then.

Duan Qingfeng asked his granddaughter Duan Ling'er to make tea again.

Teapots and tea cups are all sky-high antiques.

Duan Qingfeng prefers antiques and intends to show off.

So I wanted to test He Jinyin.

He said: "Mr. He, do you know how many years of history these teapots have?"

He Jinyin said softly: "The teapot is consecrated on both sides, one side is painted with a scene of tea tasting in the court, and the other side is written ink. The body of the pot is painted with flowers and curly grass patterns. The pattern extends to the button of the pot. This pot is unique in shape and finely crafted. It should be a palace utensil or used by the emperor."

"If I read it correctly, he should be the 'Qianlong Imperial Poetry Teapot'

"This pot is a craft style created by Tang Ying (1682-1756), the chief pottery officer of the Imperial Factory in Jingdezhen."

"How many years have passed, you can tell by counting it!"

As soon as these words came out, Duan Ling'er, who was about to make tea with the 'Qianlong Imperial Poetry Teapot', was stunned.

Duan Qingfeng was also stunned because He Jinyin was completely correct.

Both of them were surprised.

"Mr. He, do you still know antiques?"

He Jinyin said modestly: "I understand a little bit!"

"I'm afraid, it's not just a little bit of it?" Duan Qingfeng smiled.

He is also a person who likes to collect antiques.

Therefore, seeing He Jinyin can tell at a glance the origin of this "Qianlong Imperial Poetry Teapot".

He was also interested.

"Mr. He, go and go to my collection and building room."

This little old man even forgot to treat his illness. He took He Jinyin and wanted to go to his collection room.

He Jinyin hurriedly said, "Old Duan, we still have to treat the disease."

"Don't be anxious to treat the disease. Let's see my antique first." Duan Qingfeng said.

As he said that, he pulled He Jinyin away directly.

This scene made He Jinyin and Duan Ling'er speechless.

But, it doesn't matter.

Treatment and acupuncture are indeed not in a hurry.

The second course of treatment will be fine this week or any day.

It doesn't have much impact.

He Jinyin was pulled into his collection room by Duan Qingfeng.

After entering this collection room, Duan Qingfeng pulled He Jinyin and walked to a painting of Tang Bohu.

Then, he said: "Mr. He, tell me, is this painting by Tang Bohu real?"

He Jinyin took a look and was also stunned.

Is this a coincidence?

This painting was written by He Jinyin.

It was made by He Jinyin, who was copied and imitated by Master He.

This painting was copied after he spent several days.

Among his many imitations, they are also of the best.

He remembered that it was thrown to an auction at a Yanjing home.

It seems that the transaction price is about 30 million.

"Mr. He, how about it? Is this painting authentic?" Duan Qingfeng intends to examine He Jinyin.

He Jinyin was also drunk.

He shook his head. If he couldn't even recognize his own works, he would be blind.

"This painting is not the authentic work of Tang Bohu. It is an imitation of others!"

Wow!

As soon as these words were said, Duan Qingfeng was surprised.

You should know that Master He’s imitation is fake and is really fake. Even if he is a treasure appraiser, he will be misleading.

Unexpectedly, He Jinyin could see it.

"Mr. He, it's imitation? Then can you tell me who imitated him?" Duan Qingfeng tested him again.

"It's Master He!" He Jinyin was embarrassed.

Appreciating my own works for the first time.

"Mr. He, it's amazing." Duan Qingfeng gave him a thumbs up.

"Yes, this is indeed the work of Master He!"

"I didn't expect that you also know Master He!"

"But it's normal. Master He is the master of the number one imitation in our country and an idol of almost everyone in our antique hobby world!"

"You know he's normal, too."

"But I didn't expect you to recognize his work at a glance."

"Mr. He, you just said that you understand a little bit of antiques, you are humble!"

"I think you have a good at pretense in antiques."

Hearing these words, Duan Ling'er looked at He Jinyin even more impressed.

Why is this person so powerful?

Not only is he so powerful in martial arts, he defeated the ten masters of the Shen family by one person.

Moreover, he has good medical skills and excellent medical skills, which can treat hidden diseases that cannot be treated even by Zhonghai Hua Tuo.

Now, I can still know antiques.

Too awesome.

Such a man is simply the perfect man.

He Jinyin was also embarrassed.

He waved his hand and said, "Old Duan. I just like Master He's works more. So I can recognize it!"

"If it were anything else, it probably won't work."

He Jinyin didn't want to continue watching.

He also discovered that Duan Qingfeng loved antiques very much.
To be continued...