Wang Le, who walked out of the banquet hall, did not leave the club, he just turned into a bathroom, squatted on the toilet for a while, and smoked a cigarette.

By the time he came out of the bathroom, it had already been more than ten minutes, and Wang Lejian had almost returned to the banquet hall along the corridor.

Only this time he was holding a long wooden box about a meter long.

And this is the work of Yan Liben that he took out from the space of the Dharma Eye.

"Brother Jia is here. ”

When Wang Le just walked into the banquet hall, the sharp-eyed guys in the crowd immediately shouted.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd in the banquet hall, Wang Le walked slowly to the stage with steady steps.

"The two of you can palm this work of Yan Liben. When Wang Le handed the long wooden box in his hand to Huang Xinjie, he didn't forget to say with a smile.

At this time, Mu Xihu also asked the staff to carry a large glass table to the stage, Liu Quanan, Zhao Mike, Chen Xiangxue, Mu Xiyan and some other high-status children finally couldn't help but walk on the stage with the curiosity in their hearts, wanting to see what Yan Liben's hand-me-down works were brought by Wang Le.

Just when Huang Xinjie and Fu Shaocheng carefully opened the long wooden box and took out Yan Liben's paintings, Wang Le also took the scepter and walked in front of Zhao Mike.

Immediately, the two came to a no-man's corner next to the stage with a tacit understanding.

"Brother Zhao, the acquisition of the private club in 1993, thank you for admitting it, I also let Xiaohu talk at the beginning, saying that I owe you a favor. Wang Le smiled in a low voice, and then said to Zhao Mike.

I saw Zhao Mike hum and said, "That's true." ”

Immediately, Wang Le handed the scepter in his hand to Zhao Mike, and then said, "Brother Zhao, I will return this favor." ”

Zhao Mike held the coveted scepter in both hands, and finally showed a satisfied smile, and then looked at Wang Le and said, "Thank you Brother Jia for making it complete." ”

Wang Le smiled and nodded, because he knew that Zhao Mike would not demolish himself again, so he didn't say more, and took the lead in turning around and walking towards the middle of the stage, that is, Huang Xinjie, Fu Shaocheng and others.

I saw Zhao Mike look at Wang Le's back with complicated eyes, and then followed up, wanting to see the Yan Liben works that the other party took out.

You must know that his father Zhao Quanhui has profound attainments in Chinese studies, and if he can, Zhao Mike doesn't mind taking this Yan Liben's work as well.

Of course, the premise is that the authentic piece of Yan Liben that Wang Le took out is worth the price that Zhao Mike is willing to pay enough to exchange, or if he is lucky later, he will be drawn by himself, which is the most ideal result.

When Wang Le and Zhao Mike came to the glass table, they saw that a white sheet that had just been opened had been laid on the table.

Huang Xinjie and Fu Shaocheng carefully took out Yan Liben's original handwriting from the box and slowly put it on the white sheet on the table.

"Hey, it's not paper, it's silk floor. Fu Shaocheng looked at the old and gray Yan Liben's authentic handwriting, and said softly.

At this time, Chen Xiangxue asked curiously: "What is the silk land?"

Huang Xinjie patiently explained: "Silk is also known as the bottom of calligraphy and painting, its material is silk weaving, that is, weaving raw materials, using silk by-products through combing, drafting, twisting and other spinning processes like cotton yarn to process the yarn, modern textile industry is defined as silk staple fiber, silk woven fabric is also called silk. It has the characteristics of smooth and moist silk with a soft feel·······"

After listening to Huang Xinjie's narration, everyone also understood and nodded frequently.

Immediately, with Huang Xinjie and Fu Shaocheng patiently and carefully, they finally spread out Yan Liben's work slowly.

"How is it possible!"

When the work unfolded, the portraits of people wearing crowns jumped up, and Huang Xinsuke showed a look of disbelief and exclaimed loudly.

Fu Shaocheng also rubbed his eyes, thinking that he was wrong, so he lowered his head and leaned to the side to look carefully······

After a long time, Huang Xinjie and Fu Shaocheng, who were hunched over and meticulously observing Yan Liben's "Ancient Emperor Picture", straightened up one after another, but their eyes were still staring at this picture.

At this time, the stage was already full of people, and all the guests attending the banquet crowded up to see the real thing.

At this time, Huang Xinjie said: "The reason why I said it was impossible just now is because Yan Liben's "Ancient Emperor" has always been stored in the Museum of Fine Arts, Boston, and I visited it back then. ”

The whole volume contains portraits of thirteen emperors from the Han to the Sui Dynasty, including Emperor Zhao of the Han Dynasty, Emperor Guangwu of the Han Dynasty Liu Xiu, Emperor Wen of Wei Cao Pi, Emperor Liu Bei of Zhaolie, Emperor Sun Quan of Wu, Emperor Wu of the Northern Zhou Dynasty Yuwen Yong, Emperor Wen of the Southern Chen Dynasty Chen Qian, Emperor Chen Bozong of the Southern Chen Dynasty, Emperor Xuan of the Southern Chen Dynasty, Chen Shubao, Emperor Wen of the Sui Dynasty, and Yang Guang of the Sui Dynasty. ”

"Judging from the portraits, although there is still a tendency to be stylized, there is great progress in the portrayal of the personalities of the characters, which are not conventional, but appear to have distinct personalities; ”

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After some narration, Huang Xinjie changed his words and said: "I didn't expect that the work of Yan Liben that Mr. Jia took out today is also "Ancient Emperor", if I am not misjudged, it is very likely to be the real original, not like the "Ancient Emperor" at the Museum of Fine Arts, Boston, but a copy of later generations. ”

As soon as the words fell, Fu Shaocheng looked at Wang Le, who was standing on the edge of the glass table opposite, and said excitedly: "For a long time, in the antique and cultural relics industry, people who study calligraphy and painting generally believe that the original version of Yan Liben's "Ancient Emperor Map" has long been destroyed, and all the copies that have been handed down are copies of later generations! Brother Jia, where did you get the original Yan Liben "Ancient Emperor Map"?"

At this time, everyone couldn't help but look at Wang Le, waiting for the other party's answer.

I saw Wang Le shrug his shoulders and said disapprovingly: "Last year, I found in a farmer in the countryside that I saw that this painting was relatively old and should be an antique, so I spent a few dollars to buy it." ”

"Eh!" everyone suddenly rolled their eyes collectively, a fool believed this guy's words, how could there be such a good thing in these years, and now it is not the eighties and nineties of the last century, the peasants in the countryside have little knowledge, and they are easy to be coaxed.

Mu Xihu, who was standing next to Wang Le, pursed his mouth, and said secretly in his heart: "Brother-in-law can really open his eyes and say nonsense without blushing, and it is almost the same as coaxing a three-year-old child." ”

However, because of this, Fu Shaocheng and the others knew that Wang Le was unwilling to tell the truth, so they didn't ask any more questions, and lowered their heads to continue to observe and appreciate this peerless one······