"Brother, you're quite a face, I haven't seen much of it before. Leng Sanshao looked at Chu Li with a little disdain.

"Sun Kun. ”

"Sun? In my memory, there is no powerful Sun family in Jingzhou, right? My surname is Leng. ”

The surname Leng is not common in the first place, and Chu Li should understand what his background is as soon as he hears it.

"Hehe, that's your ignorance, Jingzhou doesn't have it, the capital has it. Zhao Wanwan unceremoniously hated Chu Li.

"Oh, is there one in the capital?"

"Yes, if you don't know, just check it carefully, don't act like you're ignorant, your dad is rich and not yours. But the brain is your own, and I hope you have. Zhao Wanwan didn't want to waste time in front of this Leng Sanshao anymore.

But the more Zhao Wanwan didn't give face, the more Leng Sanshao wanted to take Zhao Wanwan down.

"Okay, then I'll see how much he can buy you tonight. Leng Sanshao hated it so much that his teeth itched.

Zhao Wanwan also deliberately took Chu Li around, but she ignored other men, which was enough to pull the hatred of the place for a while.

"Miss Wanwan, I have a lot of enmity with you?" Chu Li wondered, what did Zhao Wanwan want to do.

"No, I don't. ”

"Then what do you want to do when you look at the eyes around you?"

"Hmph," Zhao Wanwan looked down at the hem of her skirt, "It's good that I'm responsible for you." ”

Saying this, Chu Li couldn't answer it.

At this time, there was a little commotion on the sidelines.

There were two people in the middle of the crowd, one was almost ninety years old, and the other was in his fifties.

This 90-year-old man, known as the ghost-eyed old horse, collected nearly 100 precious collections in his lifetime, including porcelain, calligraphy and painting, jade, lacquerware, etc.

He himself founded a private museum in Jingzhou, and his life's treasures are in the museum, which is open to the public from Monday to Friday.

has also been on the treasure appreciation column of the local station many times, except for Chu Li, no one here does not know Lao Ma.

It can be said that the collectors here want to listen to Lao Ma's words, and the authenticity of the collection is basically settled.

A middle-aged man in his fifties is handing over the scroll in his hand.

"Master Ma, please help with the palm of your eyes. ”

"Hey, I'm all old and dizzy, wouldn't it be a waste of everyone's time to see it? ”

The old horse smiled politely.

"If you can't see Master Ma, then we have a third eye, and we won't be able to see the fame. ”

"Okay, then I'll take a look. "Touts are very useful for old horses.

Unhurriedly, he pasted the magnifying film to his glasses and carefully examined them.

This is a landscape picture, magnificent, with elegant brushwork and ink. At first glance, it is very skillful.

Lao Ma first circled around the Tibetan paintings, and then observed every detail, refusing to let go of any of them.

After the unfinished appraisal, the old horse straightened up, and the middle-aged man asked expectantly, "How is Master Ma?!" Is this painting the real work of Gu Xizhi?"

Gu Xizhi is one of the four masters of the Six Dynasties in ancient China. His paintings are incomparably precious.

What the middle-aged man brought today is the true handiwork of Gu Xizhi who has fallen into the world, "Hundred Birds Write the Wind Map".

"Hey, this painting is indeed a good painting, and it is still very collectible. But it's not the real thing. ”

"Not the real thing?"

This sentence directly betrayed the painting to death.

In the eyes of the collecting world, it is not a genuine work, everything is versatile.

"However, this painting is lifelike, and the technique of copying is very clever, and the style of Gu Xizhi to depict God in form is vividly and vividly, and this painting is almost the same as my own work. However, the pen is very messy, which is not Gu Xizhi's style at all. ”

"Hey, it's really my wishful thinking, in fact, I only spent 100,000 yuan on this painting, and I think it's the true work of Gu Xizhi, hehe. The middle-aged man smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Don't be discouraged, in fact, in the paintings of Gu Xizhi who wandered into the world, what I miss the most is a picture of "Buddha Antu", I heard that the Buddha statue is lifelike, as if it is close in front of me. ”

At the mention of this, the old horse's eyes flashed with a strange brilliance.

"Mmmm, thank you Master Ma, I'm still far from the road to collecting, hehe. The middle-aged man said politely.

"Can you show me?"

Chu Li's young voice was very abrupt among several middle-aged and elderly people.

Lao Ma disagreed, "What, little brother, you also want to join in the fun?"

"No, I just feel like there's something to see in this painting. ”

"What kind of thing are you, Master Ma said that this is not a real work, and it is your turn to be firm?"

There were doubts in the crowd, and it turned out to be Leng Sanshao.

"Since it's a public appreciation, it's not surprising that I can take a look. Maybe I'll buy it. ”

"Hmph, can you still get 100,000 yuan?" Leng Sanshao said with a smile, he didn't really think that Chu Li was a famous man in the capital.

"If you can take it, if I take it, he will take it. Zhao Wanwan put her arms around Chu Li, deliberately put her head on his shoulder, and demonstrated.

Choke the cold three less gas.

"Okay, let's take a look. The old horse was very displeased, but he pretended to be generous and got out of the way.

Chu Li stood unceremoniously in the position of the old horse, his body was straight, and only his eyes swiped lightly across the picture.

Even the identification of old horses is very careful, and it can't be more careful.

In such a comparison, everyone's ridicule of Chu Li was a little more.

"I bought this painting. ”

After looking at it for less than a minute, Chu Li made up his mind, and he asked the middle-aged man who brought the painting, "Can you sell me this?"

The middle-aged man, like the crowd, was dumbfounded.

Master Ma just said that it was a fake painting, and this kid turned his head and bought it?

Leng Sanshao laughed loudly, "If you really buy it, I'll kowtow to you three times." ”

I've never seen such a fool who spends money for nothing.

"I bought it for 500,000 yuan, and I won't sell it much lower. ”

"Okay, are you willing to sell it to me for 500,000?"

The middle-aged man didn't expect Chu Li to come to the truth, he asked the old horse, and the old horse snorted, "It's collectible, but it's not too valuable, and you won't suffer a loss if you sell it for 500,000 yuan." ”

Lao Ma's words were like a holy decree, and the middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay, I'll listen to Master Ma, 500,000, I'll sell it." ”

When Zhao Wanwan helped Chu Li pay, the surrounding discussions did not stop.

"Eating soft rice like this, what's the origin of this guy?"

"Could it be that Brother Wei has eaten too much? coaxed Zhao Wanwan to spend money for him like this. ”

"500,000 is gone, hey, I'm really young and impetuous. ”

After paying the money, this "White Bird Writing the Wind Map" can be regarded as Chu Li's ownership. The middle-aged man got the money, and he felt that he didn't suffer at all, and he was very happy in his heart, "Brother, thank you for taking over." ”

Chu Libao smiled, "You're welcome." ”

Immediately, he turned his head to look at Leng Sanshao, "You'd better not kowtow now, and when you kneel later." ”

Seeing that Chu Li had paid Leng Sanshao, he was still stiff-mouthed at the moment, "Wanwan, you look down on the man who spends your father's money, and you can afford to spend a woman's money?"

Zhao Wanwan raised her chin, "I'm willing." ”

In Zhao Wanwan's opinion, although she didn't know why Chu Li did this.

But she just believes in Chu Li 100%.

"She's investing, you idiot. ”

As soon as Chu Li's swear words came out, Leng Sanshao thought that he had heard it wrong, he was so annoyed that he wanted to do it directly, "What the are you talking about!?"

"It's noisy, so I'll let you open your eyes. After Chu Li finished speaking, he took out a glass of boiled water from the tray of the waiter who walked by, and suddenly splashed the picture.

I thought Chu Li was just a loser who ate soft rice, but I didn't expect him to be such a loser.

A painting worth half a million, completely soaked with water.

"Hahahaha. "This glass of water, Leng Sanshao thought he was going to splash himself, but he didn't expect this waste to be so brainless.

"This, what is this?!"

Everyone was laughing at Chu Li, only Lao Ma was alone, staring at the picture scroll, if he didn't make up every day, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to lift it in one breath now.

Everyone looked at the picture, and what they thought was a ruined painting turned out to be another one like magic.

On the basis of the original scroll, the wet blank space is slowly added with brush and ink, and with the movement of the water, the brush and ink slowly appear, as if there is a transparent person, holding an invisible pen to paint.

With the appearance of one stroke at a time, the picture is completely transformed, and a copy is a picture of a hundred birds, which turns into a lifelike Buddha statue.

"This, this is...!?"