Although Qingheshan and He Lin have a lot of friendship, but there are so many people in the antique circle present, Sun Mazi is sure that Qingheshan will not lie in public for personal relations, so he dares to say what makes Qingheshan palmed.

Even if he takes 10,000 steps back, if Qingheshan dares to hide something, then when the time comes, he will personally find out the truth of the imitation, then it will only be as simple as He Tong Baojian who will be brought down today!

Qingheshan naturally understood the power of it, and couldn't help frowning for a while.

Today, I obviously came to sit as a guest for He Lin's store, but I still want to let myself be this villain!

This move attacks one's shield with one's own spear, which can be said to be extremely shameless!

"Haha, Brother Mazi, you don't have to do anything more!"

But just when Qinghe Mountain was in a dilemma, He Lin spoke: "Where is this white imitation of Wu Zongyuan still used to bother the old man to appreciate it?"

When Sun Mi heard this, his face shook in shock, and his pupils shrank sharply: "What?!This kid can see that it is an imitation??"

At the same time, everyone present was in an uproar!

"It's really fake, that painting is an imitation of Wu Zongyuan?"

"It's not genuine, why does Boss Xiao He still pay such a high price to collect it?"

"It doesn't mean that you want to eliminate wealth and avoid disasters, and settle things, right?"

For a while, the eyes of everyone present were focused on He Lin.

"Boss Xiao He, what do you mean by that?"

Sun Mi took a deep breath and said in a strange manner: "You spent 1.2 million yuan to buy my painting scroll, and at this time you actually said that this is a fake painting?"

"Hmph, don't spew blood!"

He Lin raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Brother Mazi, don't act either, it's true that I spent 1.2 million yuan to buy this picture scroll, but it is not false that this picture scroll is an imitation of future generations." ”

After speaking, He Lin's eyes narrowed: "If Brother Mazi still insists that this painting is genuine, then otherwise the two of us will make a bet on whether this painting is real or fake?"

"Heh, hehe...... Bet it and forget it. ”

Sun Mazi laughed dryly twice, he could see that this kid surnamed He had indeed seen that the painting was an imitation, not to scare himself: "Hehe, since Boss Xiao He, you have already seen that this painting is an imitation, and you are actually willing to spend 1.2 million yuan to get it, you are really arrogant!"

The content of these words sounded flattering, and the tone was undoubtedly full of mockery.

"Hahaha...... My grandson has opened his eyes today!"

After speaking, Sun Mazi laughed with the other two men behind him.

In their opinion, He Lin is cowardly!

What if you can see that it's a fake painting, you don't have to buy it at a high price!

"Brother He, is this painting really an imitation?" Wang Wei hurriedly asked on the side.

He Lin nodded noncommittally.

"Oh, what are you buying it for!"

Wang Wei had a mask of pain on his face, clapped his hands and said, "You just told them to get out just now!"

He Lin was surprised, slapped his head and exclaimed, "Oh, yes, why didn't I think of it!"

"Haha...... I thought that Boss Xiao He of He Tongbaojian was not good at eyesight, ......but it turned out that Sun Mi poked his head with his hand, and laughed loudly: "It turns out that Boss Xiao He, you still have a little problem here!"

"The matter has come to this, Boss Xiaohe, Sun will not hide it from you!"

Sun Mazi raised his head, looked at He Lin with his toes high, and said: "I started with 800,000 yuan for this painting, and it has doubled with you today, Sun is here, thank you!"

"With your good temper of suffering losses and blessings, Sun Mou must also wish you a good business here!" Sun Mazi raised his eyebrows, turned his head and shouted to the fat man and the bald man behind him: "Do you two say that this is the truth?"

"Haha, yes!" both grinned.

Although it failed to achieve the effect of making He Lin eye-catching, the handle of doubling the high price to buy an imitation is a fall, and he still makes a lot of money, killing two birds with one stone!

Qian Sanduo at the corner of the street saw this scene, and his face was also sneering, revealing a few yellow teeth: "Hehe, well done...... Even if I don't kill you today, I will let your little punk have a long memory!"

Jin Yuankun also squinted and sneered at the moment, took a sip of tea and muttered: "It turns out that this He family kid also knows how to be soft, hehe, I thought it was a hard bone, but I didn't expect it to be a coward when I encountered a little big situation!"

"Hehe, since the transaction is clear, then our three brothers won't bother the shopkeeper He to set up a banquet!"

Sun Mazi smiled and arched his hand towards He Lin, turned around and prepared to leave with his two brothers.

"Hey, Brother Mazi, since you have such a big bargain, don't be in a hurry to leave!"

Who knows, at this time, He Lin spoke: "Since I spent 1.2 million yuan to buy your imitation painting, it won't be a loss for you to stay and chat for 2-3 minutes." ”

Sun Mi was stunned for a moment and stopped: "Oh, what else does Boss Xiao He have to advise?"

He Lin smiled and didn't answer, but turned his head to Qingheshan and said, "Old Qing, please estimate how much this Southern Song Dynasty silk is worth?"

"Southern Song Dynasty silk?"

Qingheshan was stunned, and immediately stepped forward to take a closer look.

When he was looking at the painting just now, he was all focused on the painting, and he didn't care about the material of the painting.

At this moment, listening to He Lin's reminder, I noticed that the painting was actually a silk!

"Hey——, it's really the silk of the Southern Song Dynasty!"

Qingheshan's eyes lit up, and he said in surprise: "Judging from the line and density of this silk silk, if the old man is not mistaken, it should still be a palace double silk!"

Silk silk can not only be used for calligraphy and painting in the Northern and Southern Song dynasties, but also used as currency circulation.

It was recorded in the "Continuation of Capital and Governance Tongjian Long Edition": "Zhao Sansi gave 150,000 taels of silver to Hebei Road, and 100,000 silk to go down to Hedong Road to help raise military rations." ”

At that time, silk could be used to distribute military salaries, let alone today!

Sun Mi also came over at this time and asked, "Old Qing, this, this is really the silk of the Southern Song Dynasty?"

Qingheshan bowed slightly, and said: "If you fake the silk of the Song Dynasty court, this kind of double silk is unique to the Southern Song Dynasty. ”

"The silk warp is a group of 1653 per two threads, and there is a gap of about one thread between each two groups, and the weft is a single filament, according to this completeness, and the size is calculated, the market value is at least about 800,000. ”

"Price...... Worth about 800,000?!"

Sun Mazi's eyes were full of surprise, he stretched out his hand to compare an eight, and stammered: "Qing, old man, can you take a closer look?"

"What do you mean by this Mr. Sun? Is it possible to question the old man's eyesight?"

Qingheshan looked displeased, and said: "If you don't believe it, you can take this painting to any laboratory to appraise, if there is a slight deviation from what the old man said, you can come to the old man!"

As soon as Qingheshan's words came out, Sun Mazi's face turned frightened and fried pork liver.

What does it mean to be domineering?

This is the domineering of a generation of giants!

"No, no, don't get me wrong, young man, I didn't mean that. ”

Sun Mazi hurriedly waved his hand to apologize, and said with a smile on his face: "I just didn't expect that such a rag would be worth a high price of 800,000 yuan." ”

"Hehe, Brother Mazi, you really have to go to the hospital to take a look at your eyes!" He Lin smiled playfully at this time, and said: "I see that you are also over the age of confusion, right?

Hahaha——!

As soon as these words came out, many of the people present couldn't help laughing.

"You, you kid!"

Sun Mazi's face was flushed, and the pockmarks on his face looked even more abrupt and ugly: "What kind of strength are you kid so proud! Even if this is a silk silk of the Song Dynasty worth about 800,000 yuan, it is still far from 1.2 million, and after all, Lao Tzu still earns it!"

Sun Mazi was reckless in his mouth, but in his heart, he greeted the eighteenth generation of the ancestor of the person who helped him identify the painting before.

"It's unbearable!"

Ma Yuliang scolded, stepped forward and said: "Where is the historical value of this Song Dynasty silk silk that can be measured by money by a layman like you? It is completely a desecration of Chinese historical relics!"

Sun Mazi was not angry when he was scolded, but said with a hippie smile: "Hehe, Lao Tzu is vulgar, what's wrong with recognizing money!"

"Anyway, this time we will exchange 800,000 pieces for 1.2 million, and we won't lose anything!" Sun Mazi snorted coldly, turned his head and shouted to the two brothers behind him: "Do you think this is the reason?"