Chapter 110: How Much Can It Be Worth?

When he came out of the movie theater, it was already late at night and early in the morning, and Bao Xiaofei took Huang Rongrong directly to the couple's room in a hotel.

After checking in for the accommodation, the two silently walked into the elevator and went directly to the eleventh floor of the hotel.

"Ding!"

With a crisp sound, the 11th floor arrived, Bao Xiaofei silently walked out of the elevator, and Huang Rongrong followed behind Bao Xiaofei nervously.

No. 1101, No. 1103, No. 1105,..... 1113, when Bao Xiaofei walked to room 1113, he turned around and leaned on the room card on the concierge.

With a pop, the door opened.

When Bao Xiaofei and Huang Rongrong walked into the room, Bao Xiaofei couldn't wait to pick up Huang Rongrong and put her on the bed.

And Huang Rongrong seemed to be more anxious than Bao Xiaofei, but she didn't even have time to put the small bag, so she couldn't wait to unlock it.

An hour later, the night was already deep. Bao Xiaofei leaned on the head of the bed and lit a "can't finish" to pump up, while Huang Rongrong lay there lazily, not wanting to move.

After smoking, Bao Xiaofei got up and took a shower, and fell asleep with Huang Rongrong.

"Brother Xiaofei, do I want to ask you something?" asked Huang Rongrong in Bao Xiaofei's arms.

"You say, there is nothing to hide between us. ”

"My mother needs surgery now, she needs a million, can you lend me some money?" asked Huang Rongrong.

"What? Why didn't you say it earlier, this is a trivial matter, what is Auntie's illness, do you need me to take a look?" asked Bao Xiaofei.

"It seems to be a gynecological disease, the doctor said it needed a million chemotherapy, and I just recently launched a fundraiser at our school. Huang Rongrong said, taking the phone.

"I haven't sent it yet, I plan to send it tomorrow. ”

Bao Xiaofei looked at Huang Rongrong and stroked her hair, Huang Rongrong pressed her head tightly against Bao Xiaofei's chest.

Lying on the bed, both of them fell into silence, Bao Xiaofei didn't know what to say to comfort Huang Rongrong, and Huang Rongrong was bored waiting for Bao Xiaofei's meaning.

"Give me the card number!" Bao Xiaofei said, also took his mobile phone, Huang Rongrong embarrassedly took the Gucci small bag, took out a wallet from it, took out a bank card and handed it to Bao Xiaofei.

Without saying a word, Bao Xiaofei used mobile banking to transfer 5 million to Huang Rongrong.

When she received the text message on her mobile phone, Huang Rongrong grew her mouth in surprise.

"Brother Xiaofei, why do you give me five million? I really don't need that much. ”

"If I can't help Auntie, you entrust you with everything, you arrange the best medical surgery, you really can't tell me, in addition, you can buy some nutritional products for the rest, find a companion and the like, all these money can be used." ”

"Okay, don't save this money, if it's not enough, I'll give it to you, and the illness can't be delayed. ”

“......”

Bao Xiaofei babbled a lot, Huang Rongrong's face instantly became more and more red, listening to it, she actually fell asleep in Bao Xiaofei's arms.

At three o'clock the next day, Bao Xiaofei had already gotten up, Huang Rongrong was still lying in bed, and after a night of fierce fighting, this school girl in her early twenties was still asleep.

called a few times, Huang Rongrong just said that she was tired and didn't want to get up, and she didn't get up lazily until after eleven o'clock.

The two of them simply packed up their clothes and went out to have breakfast together.

At this time, it was almost noon, breakfast was gone, lunch was not ready, Bao Xiaofei took Huang Rongrong's hand and walked outside, he wanted to take a taxi to eat at a Western restaurant, but Huang Rongrong answered an emergency call and wanted to go back to school first.

Bao Xiaofei casually called an online car-hailing car and asked Huang Rongrong to sit on it and go back first, and he also planned to go to work in the group in the afternoon.

Sending Huang Rongrong away, Bao Xiaofei walked aimlessly on the street alone, and suddenly, his eyes lit up, and a dull yellow wax paper was thrown on the ground, looking like it had been trampled on.

This thing is rare on weekdays, and maybe a piece of oiled paper fell from somewhere, but if it's really oiled paper, you can still see the things on it, and this thing is really rare these days.

Looking at the crowd around him, no one noticed him, and bent down to pick up the wax paper directly.

"Ding! I picked up a piece of high-grade paper, and I was rewarded with 20 yuan in cash soft girl coins. At the same time, a special reward will be triggered: Qingming Riverside Map. ”

"Qingming Riverside Picture?" In an instant, Bao Xiaofei had an extra scroll painting in his hand. Bao Xiaofei thought a lot in his mind, but his knowledge of history was too little, so he almost returned it to the teacher.

But one thing he is sure of is that there will never be any fake things that this system rewards.

He knew that this Qingming Riverside Picture had become the only one in the world, and its author, Zhang Zeduan, was a famous painter in the Northern Song Dynasty.

His true works are unique in this world. Although the system generally doesn't lie to him about what the system gives him, he still wants to find someone to identify it.

The lone copy of the Qingming Riverside Picture seems to be in the Palace Museum, how can it appear in his own hands?

Was I too relaxed last night and still dreaming?

Through Dean Chen Cheng, Bao Xiaofei contacted an old professor at Qingcheng University who was very accomplished in antiques.

The old professor happened to be in the hotel where Bao Xiaofei was staying.

When he took out the solitary copy of "Qingming Riverside Map" rewarded by the system, the old professor's shelf disappeared in an instant, and his face became pale.

Originally, he thought that the young man in his twenties in front of him had bought a fake from somewhere, but he didn't want to, but when he took it out and looked at it, the old professor was dumbfounded on the spot.

Unexpectedly, the kid in front of him really took out the real handiwork of Zhang Zeduan back then.

Who in the world doesn't know that Zhang Zeduan's authentic works are in the Palace Museum? He painted for the royal family back then, how could such an important thing easily spread to the people?

"Professor Dong, this painting is the ancestral heirloom of my Bao family, can you help me see which dynasty this belongs to?" Bao Xiaofei asked with a pout.

Professor Dong picked up the magnifying glass, suppressed the fire in his heart, and tasted it carefully.

Unbelievable!

"It looks like a real thing!"

"Hey!"

"Hmm!"

The production of rice paper belongs to the works of the Song Dynasty, and Zhang Zeduan is a native of the Song Dynasty.

it! it!

The old professor swore three times in a row, he helped his glasses, took out white gloves and a high-grade magnifying glass from his pocket, and picked up the rice paper to look at it carefully.

At this time, he was a little suspicious of himself, this was simply a high imitation, he firmly believed that the real work felt that in the museum, it was impossible to get in front of the person in front of him.

Therefore, the old professor insisted that it was a high imitation.

After all, as soon as science and technology are developed, not to mention simulation, even products that exceed the previous generation can be manufactured, but the artistic conception of painting cannot be surpassed.

The more Professor Dong looks at it, the cooler his heart becomes!

As the sweat on the old professor's head continued to flow, he became more and more inclined to believe that this was an authentic painting, and it was from the hand of Zhang Zeduan in the Northern Song Dynasty.

"I'm really sorry, sir, I have been engaged in antique collection for more than 70 years, and I have never looked away, but this is a lone book, I'm afraid..." Professor Dong glanced at Bao Xiaofei and continued:

"I'm afraid... The old man really didn't dare to jump to conclusions. ”

Professor Dong talked for a long time, but he didn't say why, maybe he really had the surname Dong, but he didn't understand.

"Professor Dong, if this is really genuine, how much can it be worth in the world?" Bao Xiaofei asked eagerly.

When Professor Dong heard this, the high-level magnifying glass in his nervous hand fell to the ground and fell in half, and the pair of rice paper almost fell off.

"How much?"

The professor frowned, but did not speak.

Bao Xiaofei stepped forward to take the rice paper and was about to leave here, it seems that this Professor Dong really doesn't understand anything!

When the professor saw that Bao Xiaofei had taken the rice paper, he was a little anxious:

"This is a national treasure of China, why do you have it privately, even if you get it, you should hand it over to the state and let the museum keep it, you can't collect it privately, it's a crime!"

The old professor was so excited that he used the method to suppress Bao Xiaofei.