Tang Sanmu stared at everything quietly at this time without saying a word.
Jiang Feng tentatively picked up the vase and looked at it carefully, then raised his head to look at the Shenlong Caicai Jade above: "You mean, you want to add all these office ornaments to me?"
Song Yu smiled: "Brother Jiang Feng, what are you talking about? It's not that I want to sell you something, but that you have to buy it!"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Feng sneered: "You kid, you still want to buy and sell for me. Why do I have to buy it?"
As the two of them were talking, several anchors who were broadcasting live on Antique Street walked towards this side as if they were fascinated.
There are a number of Internet celebrities stationed in Antique Street all year round, some of whom rely on anti-counterfeiting and some who rely on treasure appraisal.
Arriving at the door of the hotel, these anchors were surprised and lowered their voices towards their cameras:
"Old fellows, have you seen this? These are the two famous bosses Jiang Feng and Song Yu in this city. They seem to be talking about something upstairs."
"There is a young man following them next to them. Does anyone know who the young man is? Isn't he the successor of some big boss?"
"Like Tang Sanmu, who was in the limelight during the recent live broadcast in the same city."
Song Yu looked at Jiang Feng and took off his coat casually. His clothes were very funny.
He was wearing a suit and leather shoes outside, and he was actually wearing a black half-sleeved shirt under his shirt.
There is a golden dragon embroidered on the half sleeve, showing its teeth and claws, very powerful.
"Brother Jiang Feng, the hotel you bought from me is just a facade.
Things in the house represent good luck, and those who open their doors for business are hoping for good fortune and abundant financial resources, right?
This is real wealth.
Spend a little money today, and it will last a lifetime."
Hearing this, Jiang Feng was thoughtful, then glanced at Tang Sanmu: "Do you have any research on magical artifacts and antiques?"
"I have some research on magical artifacts, but I know nothing about antiques."
"Then help me take a look, how many magical weapons are there in this house and how much are they worth?" Jiang Feng said.
Song Yu was a little surprised. She glanced at Tang Sanmu from the corner of her eyes, as if she couldn't believe that Jiang Feng, the dignified man, would ask for a young man's opinion when doing business.
Moreover, the magic weapon is closely related to metaphysics, and it is difficult to identify it unless you are a master of metaphysics.
How could this kid, who is so young, boast so much that he can identify magic weapons?
Song Yu thought secretly in his heart, but remained calm.
Tang Sanmu looked around: "The Lucky Dragon Jade, the Nine Dragon Mirror, the Blue Dragon Watching the Moon Pillar, and the Black Dragon Guarding the Mountain, these are all magic weapons.
But Boss Song really has a soft spot for dragons."
The three-wood dragon character is bitten very hard, and it seems to mean something else.
Then he said: "With all due respect, although the magic weapons in the house are real, they can indeed be effective.
But the runes on it are not rigorous. Take the Dragon Calling Wealth Jade that Boss Song is proud of as an example. There is a dragon carved in the center of the jade.
Surrounded by Taoist runes, the runes are divided into three groups.
They represent respectively attracting wealth, dispelling evil spirits, and bringing good fortune, which are great auspicious things.
When carving runes, you must pay special attention. The wealth needs to be deep and the luck needs to be thick.
Let’s talk about the Nine Dragon Mirror. The dragon has no majestic appearance and looks like an earthworm. How can it amass wealth?
These so-called magic weapons look like they were made by novices in a hurry, but Boss Song is really thoughtful and went through a lot of troubles in order to sell them at a high price."
As soon as Tang Sanmu finished speaking, several cold eyes shot towards him. They were Song Yu's men.
At the same time, Song Yu's expression froze, and she clenched her fists tightly, but then immediately let go.
Turning into an awkward smile: "This Miki brother is really good at joking.
Let’s not talk about the instruments, let’s talk about these antiques first.
Lao Jiang, you are a man who knows what to buy, so doubling the price of my hotel is not excessive, right?"
Song Yu stared at Jiang Feng while talking, and at the same time slowly backed away.
Sit upright in front of the desk and chair in the center of the office.
For some reason, the moment Song Yu sat down, Jiang Feng felt his mouth was dry and his eyes were blurry.
He picked up the bottle and looked at it carefully, then looked at Tang Sanmu: "Sanmu, these antiques are always real, right?
It seems pretty reliable to me.”
"Fake." Tang Sanmu said calmly.
"Fake? How do you say it?"
Tang Sanmu shook his head: "I don't know how to put it, but my intuition is fake."
Tang Ru then pointed to a teapot in the corner: "Where is this one?"
"Pick it up and take a look."
Jiang Feng was a little puzzled and grabbed the pot. Tang Sanmu smiled and said: "Fake."
After picking up seven or eight items one after another, Tang Sanmu said they were all fake.
When Song Yu heard this, she was angry for a moment: "I have a house full of treasures, but they are worthless to you, right?"
Although Tang Sanmu doesn't understand ancient objects, his psychic eye can see people.
Let Jiang Feng hold the object and look at it for himself, and his eyes will show what will happen after Jiang Feng buys this object.
Whether it is true or false can be known at a glance, so it can be regarded as a good opportunistic method.
After Song Yu finished speaking, a group of people around him slowly walked towards this side, their eyes flashing fiercely.
The arms are stiff, and it looks like there is something hidden in the sleeves.
Jiang Feng sneered: "Song Yu, what do you mean, what era are you in, are you trying to play gangster tricks with me?
You got a room full of fakes and deceived me, why are you treating me like your enemy?!"
As he spoke, Jiang Feng wanted to overturn the table in front of Song Yu.
Song Yu was unhurried, and there was even a bit of expectation in her eyes.
Tang Sanmu quickly stepped forward and held Jiang Feng's hand: "Brother Feng, don't be impulsive.
Let me tell you one more thing. Not only the objects in this hotel are fake, but also the guests below.
There are three potted kumquat trees downstairs in the hotel, but the fruits are not grown on the tree trunks, but are picked and hung on the branches."
"Isn't this a serious fucking illness?" Jiang Feng was surprised.
Tang Sanmu smiled lightly and shook his head: "Kumquats generate wealth, and when placed in financial positions, they promote wealth.
But the kumquat money falls and is hung with a red thread, which means that there is no wealth and a strong life. This is killing the goose to obtain the egg.
On the left and right sides of the door, there are welcoming pines, with three gourds hanging on the top of the pines, with their mouths pointing out of the door.
It indicates that you will not be able to welcome guests, but you will be blessed with good fortune and wealth to attract tourists."
Seeing Jiang Feng's confused look, Tang Sanmu said bluntly: "Brother Feng, this grandson has really made it clear that he wants you to be your enemy. Before you came, he used feng shui to attract customers and gave the illusion of making a lot of money.
But Brother Feng, you will know after you come with me."
After finishing speaking, Tang Sanmu brought Jiang Feng to a location where he could see the full view of the first floor.
If you look carefully, you will see that the oranges on the kumquat tree are cracking and juice is flowing out, and the branches of the welcoming pine trees are drooping.
“Kumquats cannot make money without roots, and pine trees cannot welcome guests without breath.
A twisted melon is not sweet. If you make such an illusion, you will kill the goose that lays the egg, and it will be difficult to achieve success.
I'm afraid that if Brother Feng signs the contract today, the place will be deserted tomorrow."
The two returned to the office, and Song Yu slapped the table hard: "Damn it, a kid with a yellow mouth is talking nonsense like this.
I have been wandering around the world for decades, how could I be so humiliated and humiliated by a kid like you?
Just because of this shame, you have to sign today’s contract whether you want to or not!”