At the beginning, he crossed over to become the cannon fodder villain's father

"Mr. Zhao, let me tell you the truth. The live broadcast this time was requested by the country's cultural relics protection department, in order to gather some private national treasures and then recover them."

"After all, compared with private individuals, the country has a better environment and stronger strength to protect and preserve these national treasures!"

Hall Master Chen saw Zhao Chengfeng's hesitation, so he also told the purpose of the matter to show his sincerity.

And later, the owner Chen also told Zhao Chengfeng that by inviting him this time, he could also win for him some big projects released by several countries.

When Zhao Chengfeng heard this, he couldn't help being a little interested.

You must know that these major projects in the country mentioned by the curator Chen are not low in profit, and they are all very profitable projects.

So, Zhao Chengfeng nodded after thinking about it.

"Okay, Master Chen, then I can only be respectful rather than obedient. I will definitely go tomorrow!"

"Haha, Mr. Zhao, I believe that with your participation, this time's show will definitely be the icing on the cake!"

"Then I won't disturb you anymore, we will see you tomorrow!"

After completing the task, the curator Chen also left Zhao Chengfeng's office.

Really can't take it easy, a wry smile appeared on Zhao Chengfeng's face.

At this time, the system sound rang.

"Ding, please pay attention to the host, a new task reminder, let Xu Xiuya transform into a gold medal producer!"

Zhao Chengfeng felt dizzy instantly.

No way, I just took over the recording of a program, and now I have a new task, this is the rhythm that will exhaust him to death.

But complaining is complaining, Zhao Chengfeng can only do it.

After all, the task of this system is triggered actively, and he has no way to refuse it.

But now it can only come bit by bit, there is no way to be anxious, let's finish the recording of tomorrow's appreciating treasure first.

The next day, Zhao Chengfeng came to the recording site, and the curator Chen was already waiting for him.

"Haha, Mr. Zhao, hurry up, please come inside!"

"The backstage is still in the preparation stage, Mr. Zhao can take a rest first, and I will tell you when the backstage is ready!" Hall Master Chen brought Zhao Chengfeng to the waiting room.

There was also an old man sitting inside, wearing a Tang suit, resting his eyes with his eyes closed, as if he was a worldly expert.

But when Zhao Chengfeng came in, the other party didn't even open his eyes, so Zhao Chengfeng didn't communicate with him either.

After resting on the sofa for a while, the host Chen called him to the live broadcast room and started recording the show.

Only now did Zhao Chengfeng know that the old man was actually an expert who participated in the program recording with him, and was also in charge of this appreciation.

It still seems to have some strength.

But this old man seemed to be very noble, and he didn't say a word to Zhao Chengfeng when he sat there.

The show started, and the first person who came up came to the camera with a clay pot full of mud.

Zhao Chengfeng almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

This can be taken out as an antique to appreciate?It's just an abandoned clay pot, okay?
However, Zhao Chengfeng saw that the other party was also a dark-skinned farmer, and he was still ready to explain to the other party with a smile on his face.

But the old man next to him spoke directly and asked the other party to take this garbage and leave quickly.

Zhao Chengfeng also had a very bad impression of him.

But in the live broadcast room, no one seemed to think that there was anything wrong with the old man's words, and some even said that he was straightforward, Zhao Chengfeng couldn't help but feel very speechless.

It turned out that this old man was a well-known connoisseur in the industry, named Shen Sanjin.

But Zhao Chengfeng really doesn't like this style of handling things.

The farmer could only leave with a look of embarrassment.

And the things that will be played next, are all good and bad, but none of them can be called a national treasure.

Zhao Chengfeng now understands that the director team of this Jianbao program really doesn't know anything about Jianbao.

You must know that the treasures that he and this old man can appreciate on stage have all been screened by the director team, and the result is still of this quality.

Even some common people came up with a bunch of incomprehensible things, and after being denied by Zhao Chengfeng and the old man, they argued with reason and insisted that what they brought was treasures.

Helpless, Zhao Chengfeng could only explain it well to the other party, so that the other party was reluctantly convinced.

But Zhao Chengfeng also felt very tired.

If there are some things like this, then what is there to appreciate.

As time passed bit by bit, Zhao Chengfeng gradually lost confidence in the things brought up.

He just wants this show to end soon.

If it wasn't for being able to get those projects released by the state, he wouldn't have come to participate. It was simply making fun of himself.

It was afternoon in a blink of an eye, and Zhao Chengfeng didn't see an antique worthy of his appreciation. Fortunately, the show was coming to an end, and there were not many things left, so he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief.

And at this moment, a middle-aged man came up with a painting.

"Hello, two experts. What I brought today is a landscape painting. It is an authentic work by a famous painter 600 years ago. I bring it here today and ask the two experts to take a look!"

Then, the middle-aged man opened the painting.

Zhao Chengfeng couldn't help but casually glanced at the painting. It looked very simple and there were many traces of erosion on it. It was indeed an ancient painting.

But the next second, he was shocked.

Because this painting is not only as simple as it looks on the surface.

It seems that this is a landscape painting, but in fact this painting has two layers, and inside is a figure painting.

Because he has the eyes of truth, he can see clearly.

Moreover, perhaps because of the age, the first layer of this double-layer painting has already peeled off a little, and the real face of the second layer inside is about to be revealed.

This is really a good thing.

"Sir, can you bring it here for me to have a look?" Zhao Chengfeng became interested and said to the middle-aged man.

"of course can!"

The middle-aged man brought the painting over.

Zhao Chengfeng began to watch carefully, and found that the artist of this painting was very skilled in painting, and the landscape on it was very artistic.

And through the perspective eye, he can also see that the figure on the second floor is a woman holding a pipa, which is lifelike, pretty and moving.

"Not bad!"

"Sir, your painting is a genuine one, and it is the best treasure I have seen today. Congratulations, you can put this painting on the first throne!"

Zhao Chengfeng said with a smile.