The bedroom reveals the light of the computer screen, the keyboard sound has not stopped, Haichuan knocks the code to improve the animation patch of the Night Wanderer, although the fighting action of the Night Wanderer as a judge to punish the sin is already very smooth, but there will always be a trace of lag from time to time.

Only halfway through the process, he received a call from the fat man, and he didn't plan to deal with him, but he didn't seem to have any intention of hanging up.

"Fatty, you have no woman, you can only think about me every day, right?"

"Teacher, look at what you said, a partner antique store opened today, do you want to come and have a look?"

"No, I'm working on a patch for the Night Wanderer. ”

"Then forget it, there is originally a pair of Yan Zhenqing's genuine handwritings that I want you to learn from...... Gotta spend more than 10 million to gamble your luck!"

"What? Yan Zhenqing, don't be impulsive, Yan Zhenqing is a master of calligraphy, and the authentic works on the market are almost superb, even if your father is rich, he can't be like this!"

"Look at your dead ghost, you didn't say that your father loves Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy the most, but it's a pity that all the copies are copies, and there is no real handwriting, so it's hard to be a good person. The fat man's tone was a bit yin and yang, weird.

"You disgusting people, send me the address, go now. ”

It didn't take long for Haichuan to come to an antique store, this store is in Ming Street, Ming Street is a commodity street, which sells clothes, shoes, jewelry and antiques, etc., of course, no matter what the goods, they are all high-end stores.

From the outside, the shop looks unremarkable, even small, and the décor is very modern.

It seems that the person is Haichuan, and the fat man came up and hugged Haichuan.

"Boss Chen, let me introduce you, this is my friend Haichuan, who has a lot of research on calligraphy. ”

"Hello, Boss Chen. Haichuan reached out and smiled politely.

But the people didn't move, and they still had the intention of shaking hands, but they kept a straight face: "Tang Shao, you know our boss, so I plan to sell this non-sale, what does this mean, can't you believe me?"

This person is also about fifty, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and his whole body is worn by the official eunuchs of the Republic of China, and his eyes are always playing with a pair of jade beads in his hand when he speaks.

The fat man's face was flushed with anger, and he just pretended to others, but in front of Haichuan, he was instantly angry.

Haichuan Lou stayed on the fat man's plump waist and signaled him not to be impulsive.

"You have to look at the goods first, and even if you have an eye, you can admit it, why should Boss Chen be angry?"

Seeing that Haichuan was gentle, neither humble nor arrogant, Boss Chen looked at Haichuan twice with spiritual observation, thinking that this young man who seemed to have just graduated from college was rare and stable.

"Don't you talk about elephants, you don't know how important they are. ”

He raised the frame, a little proud, he has been doing antiques for more than 20 years, and his reputation in the industry is not small, no wonder he is a little proud.

Seeing that Boss Chen, who doesn't care about anyone on weekdays, had this interesting story, everyone gathered around to watch the excitement.

"Boss Chen, Yan Zhenqing is a master of calligraphy, his real handwriting has never been seen on the market except in the National Museum, your painting ......"

There are some knowledgeable people on the side who also eat melons.

"Can you show me?"

"Of course!" Boss Chen's smug expression seemed to be very confident in this work.

Haichuan spread the calligraphy and painting on the table, and the fat man stretched out a magnifying glass for him, but he didn't take it, only to see him gently caress the calligraphy and painting with his hand, and looked at each word for a long time.

Boss Chen shook his head, this young man is not very professional at first glance, and he has never seen the authenticity of calligraphy and painting, and he can see the clues just by using his hands.

In the face of ridicule, he didn't care, he slowly leaned over and smelled the ink, whether it was calligraphy or paintings, they were all made of good ink, so the ink would have a hint of rot, but the overall fragrance would be faint and fragrant, and furthermore, if it took a long time, the fragrance would be lighter.

"It's really good ink, and the calligraphy is done in one go, which is everyone's style. ”

"Well, I've been in the antique world for so long, how can I use some fakes to deceive people, wouldn't that be self-ruining my reputation. When I saw Haichuan, I was sure that this calligraphy was genuine, and Boss Chen was even more proud.

"I'm not finished yet," Haichuan pointed to the blank space without words, "The glyph is no different from Yan Zhenqing's, but this paper has some clues!"

"What clues, don't pretend to understand if you don't understand, this paper is smooth and regular, ink dripping on it is not easy to diffuse, and it is good paper at a glance. ”

"Yes, great, if you think about how long it has been since the Tang Dynasty, except for a trace of yellowing, the paper has no small cracks, shedding and fluffing, this is really a miracle, at least this kind of paper is worth a lot of money, but it is not much cheaper than Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy. ”

Some of the people who watched the excitement were insiders, although they were not professional appraisal experts, but they saw a lot of things, and their eyes became thieves, how could they not understand what Haichuan said.

"You are talking nonsense, you know what a layman knows, and if you can't see the authenticity, you will find fault on the drawing paper. Boss Chen was so angry that his old face turned red, he had always loved this word as a baby, but he was told by a young man who didn't know anything that it was fake, how could he be willing.

"Boss Chen, I'm afraid that you were deceived by others and hit your eyes. My dad is a national first-class calligrapher. The fat man raised his head sideways and said, the happiest thing about being with Haichuan is that there is always the opportunity to pretend to be in front of others, this feeling is so refreshing.

Boss Chen raised his glasses with his hand, not quite convinced, with his years of experience, how could he not know that this painting and calligraphy was a fake.

"What's the matter, Lao Chen, can't you go with your eyes?" he said as he thought about it, an old man in his seventies with gray hair came out.

"Ouch, what kind of wind is this, blowing Elder Fang here. He hurriedly walked out to help, and it could be seen that he respected Elder Fang very much.

Elder Fang looked at Haichuan and nodded, as if he was very satisfied that this young man had such eyesight.

"This is indeed a fake. ”

Without even looking at him, he directly drew conclusions, and the onlookers were in an uproar, thinking that this was too hasty.

Seeing that Boss Chen was eager to ask about cause and effect, Fang Lao stretched out his hand to interrupt him, and said slowly: "Actually, this character is very similar to being copied, and even the penmanship is free, so that it is restrained and spiritual, I personally even think that he writes better than Yan Zhenqing, but because of this, he does not have Yan Zhenqing's free and unrestrained, uninhibited." ”

However, even if there is a little less free and easy, whether it is the pen or the writing, it is Yan Zhenqing's handwriting, which does not prove that it is not genuine. "Boss Chen is unwilling, this painting should have been worth a lot of money, but now it has been made so troubled that it has become worthless.

"Boss Chen, it's not interesting to break the casserole, Elder Fang said that it's a fake, you can't bloom if you want a hard bar. "The fat man is not happy, everyone has said so, why are you so stubborn!

"To tell you the truth, this authentic work is now in the collection of the Jianghai Museum. ”

"How is that possible!"

Seeing Boss Chen's red face, Fang Lao shook his head, his expression was very disappointed with him: "A few days ago, I was invited by the director of the museum to identify a few cultural relics, and I saw this authentic painting in the museum. ”

Seeing that Elder Fang said this, Boss Chen stopped quibbling and nodded frequently in agreement.

"There is an antique exchange meeting in Xiaotaoyuan next week, and I happened to pass by here, and I will give you an invitation by the way. ”

"Then dare to bother you to come and run in person, thank you Elder Fang. "Boss Chen is respectful.

"Teacher, who is this, how can he have more face than the richest man Ma?" the fat man muttered, how to say that his Tang Gongzi is still very good at eating in Jianghai City, how can he feel inferior to this white-haired old man.

"I don't know much about it. Haichuan glanced at him and whispered.

Elder Fang seemed to notice them whispering, his gaze suddenly turned here, and he walked over.

"Your father is Hai Ye, I saw you when I was a child. ”

Haichuan was a little puzzled and nodded.

Elder Fang suddenly grabbed his shoulder and became excited: "Your father's calligraphy is really superb, and he is really a master. ”

Haichuan laughed frequently, and was a little dizzy when he was panicked.

"This is an invitation to the antique exchange, if you are interested, you can come and have a look. Fang Lao said that he didn't wait for Haichuan to be willing to stuff the invitation letter into his hand.

"Haichuan nephew, can you help me bring a message to your father?"

Haichuan raised his head and looked at him suspiciously, always feeling that the old man had bad intentions when he laughed.

"Speak, please. ”

"Help me tell him, it's been five years, and I'm still worried about that Shu Dao difficulty. After speaking, he patted Haichuan on the shoulder and left satisfied.

Haichuan turned his head to look at the fat man, who shook his head and said that he didn't know what the situation was, and looked at Boss Chen.

Boss Chen raised his chest when he saw Fang Lao walking away: "Fang Lao is a collector," he said as he glanced at them, revealing a mysterious expression, his hands behind his back, obviously not intending to finish.

"Hey, Boss Chen, I don't want you to be so appetizing," the fat man looked at Haichuan, "This feeling is the same as watching a small movie until the power runs out at the critical point." ”

"I don't think so, I never watch small movies. Haichuan pursed his lips, disdainful of being in the same league with such a vulgar person.

The fat man's eyes flashed with lust and studiousness: "Teacher, could it be that your strength is all practiced through those girlfriends of yours?"

Haichuan looked at him seriously and disgustedly, and after a while showed a shy expression.

"Nasty, I'm secret and great. ”

The fat man stayed in place, recalling the scene just now, his body suddenly trembled and bit the back of his hand in fear, and tears appeared in the corners of his eyes unconsciously.