"Poof!"

As soon as Ye Xuanfeng finished speaking, laughter erupted all around.

Nima, do you really think that this ordinary calligraphy is Wang Xizhi's authentic handwriting?

"Boy, you're really an eye-opener for me!"

Chen Xu was also full of sneers, and said sarcastically: "I see that you bought this sticker on the side of the road, right?"

"I bought it on the side of the road, so what?"

Ye Xuanfeng nodded, his face indifferent.

Chen Xu almost lost his breath with a smile, he looked at Ye Xuanfeng with disdain, "I bought a calligraphy on the side of the road, and you actually said that it was Wang Xizhi's?

Chen Jiacheng on the side was also puzzled.

He's the boss who really dares to say it!

"Who told you you can't have the real thing if you buy it on the side of the road?"

Ye Xuanfeng glanced at Chen Xu disdainfully, and said sarcastically: "Haven't you heard of the word "picking up leaks" as a nine-year compulsory education?"

"You!"

Chen Xu's face was extremely annoyed, such a small employee, did he really dare to despise him?

"There's a treasure that has been sucked out, but what can you find that you have missed? Do you really think everybody is a fool?"

After a pause, Chen Xu's face was sarcastic, and he smiled at Ye Xuanfeng: "If you have the ability, you can put it up for auction, if you can sell it, I can donate ten times the money to the charity association!"

Ye Xuanfeng couldn't help but be stunned, and the corners of his mouth hooked up with an incomprehensible smile.

"Are you sure you want to?"

Chen Xu glanced at Ye Xuanfeng with disdain on his face, and said in a random voice: "I'm the eldest young master of the Chen family, will I not be able to afford this money?"

"We can all testify!"

Everyone looked at Ye Xuanfeng with a playful face, and said one after another.

"Now you can rest assured, right?"

Chen Xu looked at Ye Xuanfeng with a thick sarcasm in his eyes.

Ye Xuanfeng smiled, put his hands in his pockets, and said lightly: "Since you are so caring, then of course I have to agree." ”

Chen Xu felt a burst of disdain in his heart, just your copybook, I'm afraid it won't sell for two or three hundred yuan!

Thinking of this, he looked at Ye Xuanfeng like a fool.

"What if you can't sell this copybook, do you have to kneel down and call me grandpa?"

Ye Xuanfeng couldn't help but smile, looking determined to win, "I can also let you be my grandson." ”

"Mr. Ye, may I ask what is going on on your side?"

Seeing that Ye Xuanfeng was noisy here, Manager Yan hurriedly ran over and asked suspiciously.

"This Chen Shao is a caring man, he said that no matter how much money I can sell in this copybook, he will give ten times the money to the welfare home, you are a manager, you have to supervise if you have to testify!"

Ye Xuanfeng took out a cigarette and lit it with a lighter and smoked it lightly.

Manager Yan was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but look at Chen Xu: "Mr. Chen's words, is this really the case?"

"Isn't that nonsense? everyone present can testify!"

Chen Xu nodded, looking full of confidence.

"Huh, isn't this Mr. Ye?"

At this moment, a voice of surprise came.

I saw an old man walking towards this side unhurriedly.

As soon as they saw the comer, everyone's faces changed instantly.

This is none other than Ji Mingsong, a well-known collector and president of the Antiques Association.

"Mr. Ye, why are you also here to participate in the charity auction?" Ji Mingsong came to Ye Xuanfeng and said with a smile.

Ye Xuanfeng just nodded.

Ji Mingsong's face was full of joy, and he hurriedly asked, "May I ask what Mr. Ye took to auction? What are you looking forward to?"

"What the hell is going on, old man, do you know this kid?"

The old man who followed Ji Mingsong looked Ye Xuanfeng up and down, and asked with a puzzled expression.

Everyone hurriedly took a look, and then recognized that this was the famous calligrapher Wang Lao.

"Don't look at this Mr. Ye's young age, other people's eyesight stocks may be better than yours!"

Ji Mingsong smiled and immediately told them what happened in the antique city that day.

After Wang Yanming heard this, he couldn't help but look at Ye Xuanfeng curiously.

The people present also looked at Ye Xuanfeng with a look of surprise.

Chen Xu's heart couldn't help but be stunned, he didn't expect that Ye Xuanfeng Jiao would know the respected Ji Mingsong.

And how can that guy read antiques?

Ji Mingsong didn't pay attention to everyone, just came to Ye Xuanfeng's face, and asked with a smile, "Mr. Ye, what did you bring over today?"

Ye Xuanfeng hurriedly took out the notebook in his hand.

As soon as he saw the calligraphy in Ye Xuanfeng's hand, Ji Mingsong's face was puzzled.

He carefully took it, his eyes staring carefully at the font on it.

Even Wang Yanming next to him checked word by word.

Everyone held their breath and watched as they watched what the two old men were saying.

Ji Mingsong said just now, Ye Xuanfeng has eyesight, maybe this is still the real thing that he picked up.

"Mr. Ye, where did you get this calligraphy?"

After looking at it for a while, Ji Mingsong's brows couldn't help frowning, and he hurriedly asked.

"I picked it up on the side of the road at the time. Ye Xuanfeng said lightly.

"That's fine, you weren't deceived. ”

After a pause, Ji Mingsong said again: "Your calligraphy is not a genuine handiwork, but an imitation. ”

"What? It's an imitation!"

After hearing Ji Mingsong's words, he couldn't help but be stunned, looking at Ye Xuanfeng with a disdainful smile.

Chen Jiacheng stood aside and couldn't help but be stunned.

Chen Xu's heart was extremely excited, he looked at Ye Xuanfeng, and said proudly: "Did you hear that, boy? People say that your sticker is fake, do you have anything else to say now?"

"Is it possible that you still have to put this calligraphy up for auction? How much can it be worth, I don't think I bought it for ten yuan!"

Ye Xuanfeng just glanced at him disdainfully, and explained expressionlessly: "I did say that he was genuine, but when did I say that it was Wang Xizhi?"

"Ding! After checking, this thing is not Wang Xizhi, but Yan Zhenqing's!"

"Ding! Warm reminder, please remove the skin on the surface, the inside is the real thing!"

Chen Xu sneered and asked disdainfully: "You said that this is not Wang Xizhi, so whose is it?"

"This calligraphy is actually Yan Zhenqing's handwriting!"

When the words landed, everyone looked at Ye Xuanfeng with a strange expression, as if they were looking like a fool.

Even Ji Mingsong and Wang Yanming looked at Ye Xuanfeng with a shocked expression, feeling particularly strange.

"Boy, I see that your Chinese is taught by the physical education teacher, don't you know that Yan Zhenqing wrote it in regular script?"

"Or don't you know what the font of this copybook is? This is a line book, show me your dog's eyes!"