After turning over the drawing paper in his hand and looking at it a few times, Zheng Zheng secretly shook his head and put the drawing paper in his hand aside.

Before coming into contact with these pieces of paper, Zheng Zheng thought that this painting was likely to be like the one in the bulk market, and another painting was hidden behind this painting. But after carefully looking at the fragments of this painting, Zheng Zheng did not find any clues.

He put the paper aside and looked at the bronze balance in his hand without moving, the situation on the bronze balance was exactly the same as before, without the slightest change.

Until now, Zheng Zheng still can't fully confirm whether the bronze balance has always been able to guarantee accuracy, he has only used the power of the bronze balance two or three times, and the only little understanding of the bronze balance is also figured out by himself, and he can't talk about understanding it at all, so he is also bottomless in his heart now. But because of this, he wanted to use this painting to verify the accuracy of the bronze balance. If a bronze balance can maintain 100% accuracy, it is a great weapon. But if the bronze balance is not functional, for Zheng Zheng, the bronze balance will be dispensable.

"The drawing paper is a single layer, and I can't find anything valuable from the drawing paper, could it be that there is a sandwich inside the brocade cloth backing?"

Thinking of this, Zheng Zheng took the background of the framed brocade cloth and observed it carefully. He brushed his hand over the brocade backing, but found no difference in thickness or any trace of the interlayer.

Zheng Zheng frowned involuntarily, he looked at the brocade cloth backing in his hand, and lost his thoughts for a while.

A framed painting can be roughly divided into three parts, the first part is the subject of the painting, that is, the thin piece of drawing paper, the second part is the main body of the mounted, that is, the brocade backing that carries the painting paper, and the third part is the painting scroll at both ends of the brocade backing, with this painting scroll, it is more conducive to winding and hanging.

And now this painting, which is recognized by the bronze balance as worth more than one million, has been looked at by Zheng Zheng on the paper and brocade backing, and has not found anything valuable.

"Painting scroll ......" Zheng Zheng picked up one of the painting scrolls, and after weighing it, Zheng Zheng couldn't stop smiling bitterly in his heart. Judging from the weight of this scroll, it is made of solid wood at all, and there is nothing hidden in it.

"Zheng Zheng, did you find it?"

Looking at Zheng Zheng's frowning appearance, Zheng Bei was secretly refreshed, and asked with a sneer: "So many people are waiting for you, you'd better tell the result quickly, and I can also burn this pile of garbage, so as not to worry about it here." ”

"The emperor is not in a hurry, he is in a hurry to die of the eunuch. Zheng Zheng knew that Zheng Bei was deliberately provocative, so he didn't even look at Zheng Bei, and said lightly.

"Hmph...... Hum. ”

Zheng Bei was choked by this sentence, but he couldn't attack immediately, so he could only snort coldly, stop talking, and watch Zheng Zheng's every move with cold eyes.

……

"It's a bit wronged. ”

On the second floor, Zheng Yuan looked at Zheng Zheng's actions, shook his head and said: "It's understandable that Xiaobei has taken his eyes, if it was me who was present, I might have looked away, this kind of serial set is rare after all." But what Zheng Zheng is doing now...... Tell me, what is he thinking?"

Zheng Yonghe was frowning at the scene on the first floor, and when he heard the old man ask him, he shook his head slightly and said, "I can't say for sure, but I still trust him." I can see that this kid is a master who doesn't see rabbits and doesn't scatter eagles, and he will only shoot when he sees it. Although this move seems a little unreliable, I think he should have his reasons, not for the sake of a momentary vindictiveness. ”

"Just believe him like that?" Zheng Yuan asked with a smile on his beard.

Zheng Yonghe nodded very dryly and said: "I didn't see any flaws, he was stunned and could see it, I can't compare with this vision." Since he has better vision than I do, why don't I believe him? ”

……

Banquet hall on the first floor.

Zheng Zheng turned the scroll in his hand over and over again and looked at it several times, but he didn't see any traces on the scroll. Not to mention whether there is another dark grid in this painting scroll made of solid wood, even if there is no crack in this painting scroll, Zheng Zheng has no way to start.

"No, forget it, ah, don't waste my time here. Zheng Bei looked at Zheng Zheng unrelentingly turning over and over the scroll in his hand, and said with disdain. He secretly said in his heart: "What are you thinking about here? No matter how much you ponder, it's just a dying struggle, can you keep looking at this scroll to see the flowers? ”

Zheng Zheng didn't bother with this conversation, put down the painting scroll in his hand, and then picked up the painting scroll at the other end of the brocade backing.

As soon as the painting scroll was started, Zheng Zheng's expression on his face changed suddenly.

Seeing that Zheng Zheng's expression became a little strange, Zheng Bei became even more proud: "Look, does it mean that you are in trouble? Don't make a fuss Zheng Zheng, you ......"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Zheng Zheng's faint words.

"What did you say before, do you remember it yourself?" Zheng Zheng weighed the scroll in his hand, his eyes fixed on Zheng Bei.

"What?" Zheng Bei didn't react for a while, and subconsciously asked.

Zheng Zheng gently threw the scroll in his hand, his face calm. He said in a deep voice: "As you said before, no matter what you find in this painting, you will never ask me for it, and I will own what you find." Do you remember that? Does it still count?"

“……”

Hearing Zheng Zheng ask this, Zheng Bei's heart suddenly struck, he looked at Zheng Zheng's calm expression like water, and secretly felt something bad in his heart: "Is it ......?"

Although there is something wrong with the gap in Zheng Zheng's question, Zheng Bei is not so thick-skinned and can deny this matter in front of everyone. He was silent for a moment, then nodded, "Yes, that's what I said." You don't have to worry about me repenting, the Zheng family's words always count. ”

"Okay, that's good. ”

Zheng Zheng nodded and stopped talking. He tossed the scroll, which was slightly heavier than the other, and took the Swiss Army knife he was carrying from his pocket.

Unfolding the blade, Zheng Zheng stabbed the Swiss Army knife in his hand along the stitches of the brocade cloth backing wrapped around the painting scroll, and picked off these stitches little by little, separating the painting scroll from the brocade cloth backing wrapped around the painting scroll.

Then, Zheng Zheng closed his eyes slightly, held the scroll in one hand and the Swiss Army knife in the other, and gently scraped the scroll with the blade.

"Pretending to be a ghost...... Zheng Bei looked at Zheng Zheng's movements coldly, and whispered disdainfully.

Feeling a slight pause from the blade of the Swiss Army knife in his hand, Zheng Zheng smiled with satisfaction. He opened his eyes and looked at Zheng Bei, and at the moment when his eyes intertwined, Zheng Zheng smiled coldly at Zheng Bei.

Zheng Bei gritted his teeth, although he didn't want to admit it, Zheng Zheng's unusual smile did make Zheng Bei's scalp a little tight.

Zheng Zheng lowered his head, held the Swiss Army knife in one hand, scribbled on the scroll, and said lightly: "Zheng Bei, this painting is indeed valuable." But you don't know where the real value of this painting is. ”

"I'm going to show you what the value of this painting is. ”

Zheng Zheng put down the Swiss Army knife in his hand and held the scroll with both hands. He looked at Zheng Bei, whose face was not very natural, and smiled, and with both hands, he pulled the painting axis away to both sides!