The previous Yuan Qinghua TV set can be said to have made Zheng Bei make a joke in front of everyone, making his original calculation of being famous in front of everyone come to naught. But fortunately, Zheng Bei found the painting at this critical juncture.

As long as this painting can be restored and the value of this painting can be proven, then no one here will remember his previous failures, they will only remember the Zheng family Zheng Bei, in this impossible place to pick up, with their superhuman vision to find a treasure.

With his movements, Zheng Bei carefully removed a layer of tissue paper covering the painting, and now the handwriting covered by the thin paper has become clearer and clearer.

Zheng Bei put aside the tissue paper in his hand, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Zheng Zheng who was sitting not far away frowning, and he sneered in his heart: "Zheng Zheng, I really want to thank you this time, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't necessarily be interested in this painting." But it's a pity, although your vision is good, but your luck is not as good as mine. ”

After a while, another layer of tissue paper was successfully peeled off by Zheng Bei, and the handwriting hidden by the layers of tissue paper was finally revealed.

Zheng Bei showed the tissue paper in his hand to everyone, and then let out a sigh of relaxation, he glanced at everyone with a smile, and said: "Now that the pulp covered with this painting has been completely peeled off, we can now see who the signature of this painting is." ”

Feeling the expectant gaze of everyone, Zheng Bei nodded and smiled at everyone, and while casting his eyes on the painting, he said: "The author of this painting is ......"

Looking at the ink words that came into view, Zheng Bei's voice suddenly broke off, and his smile froze on his face, looking quite weird.

"How could it be ......" Looking at the clear ink characters on the picture scroll, Zheng Bei repeated silently in his heart in disbelief: "How could it be...... How could it be ......"

Seeing that Zheng Bei was speechless for a while, the guests whose curiosity had been aroused couldn't help but have some discussions, and no one knew what was going on.

Zheng Zheng saw that Zheng Bei's face was wrong, and he immediately understood seven or eight points in his heart. He said to himself, "Is there something wrong? No, no." ”

Zheng Zheng cast his gaze on the bronze balance on the table. On the two weighing pans of the bronze scale, there are still more than a dozen weights representing the amount of 100,000 yuan on one side, and on the other side is still the landscape painting, which is exactly the same as before.

Looking at the obviously not surprised expression on Zheng Bei's face, Zheng Zheng was puzzled in his heart: "Could it be that the bronze balance ...... Not entirely correct? Could it be that this bronze balance is also wrong?"

Thinking of this, Zheng Zheng's heart suddenly rose. He held the bronze balance in his hand and played with it, his eyes were firmly fixed on Zheng Bei, waiting for Zheng Bei's answer.

"Hah...... Ha ha. ”

Just as everyone was waiting for Zheng Bei's answer, Zheng Bei laughed for no reason, his laughter was dry and reluctant, and he couldn't hear the slightest joy.

He laughed for a while, then put away his laughter, patted the scroll on the table with his palm, and said in a hoarse voice: "There are really capable people in the counterfeiting world from generation to generation...... Hey, this painting, it's very interesting. ”

"This is a pair of ......" Zheng Bei looked at the ink characters on the painting, only to feel that those words were extremely dazzling. He took a deep breath and seemed to use all his strength when he spoke: "This is a painting made in the summer of the third year of the Republic of China, as for the author, I don't know." ”

Hearing him say this, everyone was in an uproar.

"So that's the case...... Zheng Zheng didn't look at Zheng Bei, nor did he listen to what the people on the side were talking about now, he had already guessed the hands and feet on this painting in his heart: "The first layer of this painting looks like an antique scroll that I don't know who the author is, but the counterfeiter left a little trace on the first layer, deliberately used to attract collectors with a certain eye." When a collector sees this trace, he will naturally think that it is a genuine product that uses the technique of 'overpainting', and then buy it for a high price. Then, after the buyer opens the painting, he will find that he did not pick up the leak at all, but was trapped. ”

In other words, it's something that is designed to deal with collectors who have a certain eye and want to pick up the slack, and it's really powerful. ”

Zheng Zheng figured out the ins and outs of this matter, but it was not easy to understand. He looked at the bronze balance in his hand, and the doubts in his heart were still unanswered: "Could it be that the bronze balance will also be blinded? No, when I found those two antiques in the bulk goods street before, the judgment of the bronze balance was not wrong at all, and these layers of paper should not be able to blind the power of the bronze balance." ”

"Could it be that there is another mystery under this layer of fake paintings?"

Zheng Zheng hadn't figured it out in his heart, but the exclamations of everyone on the side interrupted his thoughts.

"Thorny ......"

With this soft sound, Zheng Bei tore the painting off the framed brocade cloth.

He threw the backing of the framed brocade cloth and the scroll on the ground, and then tore the paper in his hand little by little, tearing it apart in an instant. In the exclamation of everyone, Zheng Bei smiled reluctantly: "Today is considered to be a long insight, and the 150,000 yuan is also worth the money." But as a collector, I don't collect a fake. ”

"This painting ......" Zheng Bei gritted his teeth, tore the drawing paper in his hand a few more times, and threw the fragments on the ground without pity: "...... That's the best place for this painting. ”

Zheng Bei wanted to be angry, he wanted to vent all the anger in his heart. But Zheng Bei, who was furious, also knew in his heart that if he was angry now, it would only make him more embarrassed and would not benefit him in the slightest. So Zheng Bei can only suppress the dissatisfaction and anger in his heart, and strive to use this way to make himself less embarrassed.

Everyone looked at each other, and the banquet hall seemed unusually quiet for a while.

In this strange silence, Zheng Zheng stood up and walked to Zheng Bei's side.

He nodded to Zheng Bei, but instead of speaking, he squatted down. He held the bronze balance in one hand, picked up a part of Zheng Bei's shredded painting paper with the other, wrapped it in a brocade cloth backing, and then looked at Zheng Bei who didn't know why and said, "Can you sell these to me?"

"Hah...... Ha ha. ”

Zheng Bei looked at Zheng Zheng's serious expression, and laughed angrily: "Zheng Zheng, what do you mean?" He took a few steps closer to Zheng Zheng and said in a voice that only two people could hear: "If you want to make me ugly in this way, you are wrong. ”

"You don't want this painting, and now it's of no value to you, I just want to buy it. Zheng Zheng said with a serious face.

"Haha, haha. ”

Zheng Bei knew in his heart that everyone's eyes were on the two of them now, so he couldn't have a seizure. After a few dry laughs, he said, "I don't like things, even if they are thrown away, I will never sell them." This pile is a pile of garbage to me, I will throw it away, but I will not sell it. ”

He paused, looked at Zheng Zheng and said with a sneer: "If you want it, you can wait for the auction to end and go to the trash can to look through it, maybe you can find it." But I don't know what I'm going to do with this pile of garbage, maybe I might burn it with a fire. ”

Zheng Zheng thought about it, but he didn't insist anymore. He took out his wallet, took out three hundred yuan and handed it to Zheng Bei, and said seriously: "These three hundred yuan is not to buy your painting, but to buy something I found from this painting." Whether or not I can find what I want from this painting, the three hundred dollars are yours. But one thing I want to make clear upfront is that whatever I find, it's all about the three hundred dollars I bought. ”

"Zheng Zheng, Zheng Zheng......" Zheng Bei didn't pick up the three hundred yuan, he gritted his teeth and looked at the serious Zheng Zheng, and didn't know what expression to use to face him for a while: "What else do you want to find from this pile of garbage? You mean that I haven't torn it up enough, right? You keep the three hundred yuan, and I don't lack your three hundred yuan." Your request, I grant you. ”

Speaking of this, Zheng Bei raised his voice to everyone and said: "Please be a witness, wait a minute, regardless of this Mr. Zheng Zheng Zheng-" Zheng Bei pointed at Zheng Zheng and said mockingly: "No matter what earth-shattering things he finds from this painting, they all belong to him, and I will never ask him." ”

"Are you relieved?" Zheng Bei looked at Zheng Zheng and smiled coldly, stretched out his hand, and said, "Please, Mr. Zheng, we are all waiting for you to find something amazing." ”

After speaking, Zheng Bei stepped aside and looked at Zheng Zheng with a sneer. If this painting is still intact, under Zheng Zheng's request, Zheng Bei will naturally have to think more. But now that this painting has been torn to pieces by Zheng Bei, only the brocade cloth backing is still intact, Zheng Bei just doesn't believe that Zheng Zheng can still find anything valuable from these things.

"Zheng Zheng, this is your own stupidity, and you can't blame me. Looking at Zheng Zheng, who had placed the brocade cloth backing and pieces of drawing paper on the table, Zheng Bei sneered in his heart.

Zheng Zheng put the things in his hand on the table in front of him, along with the bronze scales, and did not look at the expressions of the people in the banquet hall. He didn't have to look at him to know that everyone was looking at him with a lively expression now. Being looked at like this by so many people, Rao is Zheng Zheng feels that his psychological quality is quite strong, and now he can't stand it.

Taking a deep breath, Zheng Zheng put these behind him and began to carefully observe the fragments of drawing paper at hand.

"No...... right"