Yan Zhenqing was a calligrapher in the Tang Dynasty, he founded Yan Ti, and the regular script he wrote was one of the four masters.

Ye Xuanfeng's word sticker, a fool can see that it is a book.

This kid actually dares to say that it is Yan Zhenqing's, isn't this an international joke?

"This little employee is really ridiculous, he can't even recognize what the ancient calligrapher wrote, I suspect he didn't even go to compulsory education, right?"

"Yes, this Yan Zhenqing writes regular script, not a line book!"

"No wonder I can only be a small employee in this life, this IQ is still very lacking!"

Everyone talked about it, looking at Ye Xuanfeng with disdain.

Ji Mingsong was also embarrassed, and hurriedly asked Ye Xuanfeng, "Mr. Ye, you can't say the wrong thing, right?"

"How could I say the wrong thing? This is Yan Zhenqing's handwriting!"

Ji Mingsong opened his mouth and was speechless for a while.

"Old Ji, I think this kid is talking nonsense at all, he took an imitation, and he was embarrassed to say that it was Yan Zhenqing!"

"I've seen shameless people, but I've never seen such shameless people! If it's really a shame for our men, don't you know how to be ashamed?"

Chen Xu looked at Ye Xuanfeng with a strong sarcasm on his face.

Ye Xuanfeng just looked at him like a fool, "Yan Zhenqing not only can write regular scripts, he can also write books, you fool don't know, shut up for me, no one treats you as a dumb person!"

Ye Xuanfeng said as he picked up the font and rubbed it gently.

It wasn't until a moment later that he tore open a corner of the notebook, and then tore out the front layer of skin.

Ye Xuanfeng didn't pay attention to everyone, his eyes were fixed on the notebook, and he tore it carefully, for fear that he would break it.

Less than a few seconds later, everyone was stunned.

Because of Ye Xuanfeng's copybook, a layer was torn out.

Less than two minutes later, a different calligraphy was displayed in front of everyone.

And this copy is still line by line...... He is not a calligraphy, but a regular script!

Everyone watched this scene in amazement, with incredible feelings on their faces.

This is just as Ye Xuanfeng said, is it really regular script?

Ji Mingsong and Wang Yanming were also stunned, and hurriedly picked up the notebook and looked at it carefully.

"This ......"

After not watching for a few minutes, the two of them were so excited that they almost couldn't even speak.

"Is this poster real or fake?"

Looking at the stunned faces of the two famous collectors, people couldn't help but ask curiously.

Ji Mingsong's hands trembling with the notebook, his face filled with excitement.

"This font is really Yan Zhenqing's!"

Wang Yanming was also excited, "Oh my God, I can't imagine that I will be able to see Yan Zhenqing's handwriting in my lifetime!"

As soon as the two of them finished saying this, the people present buzzed, and their minds went blank.

They really couldn't imagine that this was really Yan Zhenqing's handwriting?

Looking at Ye Xuanfeng, everyone was even more stunned.

This little employee was just picking it up on the side of the road, and he was able to pick up Yan Zhenqing's handwriting?

Are you really that lucky?

Chen Xu's mind was blank, his face was embarrassed, and he couldn't wait to find a place to get in.

"How is this possible, how can this be a genuine work? absolutely impossible!"

Chen Xu shook his head in disbelief and said again and again.

This was just picked up from a roadside stall, how could it be Yan Zhenqing's real handiwork?

"Boy, are you doubting our eyes?"

The faces of the two old men sank, stared at Chen Xu and asked coldly.

"I, I, I......" Chen Xu hesitated for a long time, unable to say a word.

Of course he believed what the two old men said.

But in his heart, he couldn't believe that such a precious thing could be picked up by Ye Xuanfeng?

How is this possible!

"Boy, a real handiwork, why are you so casually in your hair pocket?"

Chen Xu looked at Ye Xuanfeng with a look of astonishment.

Such a precious thing, people are reluctant to keep it at home and keep it hidden.

Ye Xuanfeng casually put it in his pocket, isn't it a treasure in his eyes?

"I put it in my pocket if I want to, do you have any questions?"

Ye Xuanfeng just glanced at him and said expressionlessly.

Chen Xu opened his mouth and was speechless.

The crowd of onlookers was also speechless for a while.

Dude, why are you so casual?

"Mr. Ye, will it be easy for you to be damaged if you put it in your pocket like this?"

Ji Mingsong looked at the handwriting with a distressed face, really afraid that it would be damaged.

Ye Xuanfeng waved his hand indifferently, "Don't worry, there is a protective film on its surface, it won't be damaged so easily." ”

"I'll go to the auction now, you remember to make good on your promise!"

Ye Xuanfeng sneered, and was about to go on stage to auction this copybook.

Chen Xu's face turned pale when he heard this, and he couldn't help but tremble.

This Yan Zhenqing's handwriting is afraid that it will fetch a sky-high price.

Although Chen Xu's family is very rich, if it is sky-high, it will be more difficult for him.

Ji Mingsong's face couldn't help but be stunned, and he hurriedly asked, "Mr. Ye, do you really plan to auction this handwriting?"

"Anyway, I don't have any hobby for collecting, I just want to take it out to make money. ”

Ye Xuanfeng came to auction this sticker today, just to be able to sell it at a good price.

Wang Yanming opened his mouth and asked with an embarrassed expression: "Little brother, if you want to auction this calligraphy, can you sell it to me now?"

Ye Xuanfeng couldn't help but be stunned, and looked at Wang Yanming with a stunned expression.

"Mr. Ye, if you don't want it, sell it to him, this old man usually likes to collect this kind of stickers. ”

Ji Mingsong smiled on the side and hurriedly agreed.

Wang Yanming couldn't help glaring at Ji Mingsong, and his heart was mixed.

But he didn't say a word, but looked at Ye Xuanfeng with a nervous expression.

"Absolutely!"

Seeing Ye Xuanfeng agree, Wang Yanming was extremely excited, and he hurriedly said, "Little brother, can I buy your calligraphy for 30 million?"

Ye Xuanfeng nodded, his face still indifferent.

Wang Yanming hurriedly thanked Ye Xuanfeng and asked people to put the money on Ye Xuanfeng's card.

Ye Xuanfeng also knew that if he took this calligraphy to auction, he was afraid that the price would be higher than 30 million.

He also knew that the other party didn't have so much money, and for the sake of an old man's face, Ye Xuanfeng had no choice but to agree.

Ye Xuanfeng agreed so readily, Wang Yanming was very excited in his heart, and he was extremely grateful to Ye Xuanfeng.

Within a few minutes, Ye Xuanfeng received a message of 30 million in his account.

Wang Yanming looked at Ye Xuanfeng with a grateful face again.

Ye Xuanfeng just smiled.

When he saw Chen Xu's pale face, he couldn't help but smile coldly: "Now let you fulfill your promise, right?"

Chen Xu's heart was extremely flustered, of course he knew what Ye Xuanfeng was talking about.