An old man who seemed to be sixty or seventy years old stood up tremblingly and asked in a trembling voice.

This old man was also one of the people who looked at the painting just now, but he didn't speak, and he probably held his own identity and didn't want to bully the juniors. In contrast, Zheng Zheng's impression of this old man is okay.

Seeing the old man ask him tremblingly, Zheng Zheng suddenly realized that the "Western Capital City Wangji Antique Shop" he just said must be a little boring, otherwise the old man would not have asked him so excitedly. He raised the magnifying glass in his hand, then pointed to the "Qingming Riverside Map" on the counter and said, "I'm talking about the 'Western Capital City Wangji Antique Shop' on this painting, what's wrong?"

Seeing that the expression on the old man's face was even more excited, Zheng Zheng suddenly had a bottom in his heart. He shook his head and sighed, and said, "Alas, the name of the antique shop in the Western Capital City can appear on this painting, it must look fake." I hadn't seen this before, and I believed it. Forget it, this painting ......"

Zheng Zheng said, the corner of his eyes also paid attention to the old man's expression, he held the "Qingming Riverside Picture" with both hands, and made a look of chagrin: "It's embarrassing for me to keep this painting, it's better to tear it up." ”

As he spoke, Zheng Zheng moved his hands and made a gesture to tear off the "Qingming Riverside Picture" in his hand.

"Wait!"

At this time, the old man, who seemed to be unable to stand, shouted violently and hurriedly stopped Zheng Zheng.

"I'm going to tear this painting myself, what are you going to do, old man?" Zheng Zheng was secretly happy in his heart, but his face didn't show a trace of it. He still held the Qingming Riverside Picture with both hands, and it seemed that as long as the old man's answer was not in line with his mind, he would immediately tear up this "Qingming Riverside Picture".

"Teacher Baishan, if he is willing to tear this painting, let him tear this painting, no matter how much he cares...... Huh?"

Zheng Bei saw that Zheng Zheng was going to tear up "Qingming Riverside Picture", and his heart was immediately happy, and he said that Zheng Zheng finally knew that this scene was not good to sing, and was ready to bow his head. But the old man of Baishan actually stopped Zheng Zheng at this time, which really made Zheng Bei unhappy. He was just about to persuade Bai Shan, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw that among the people around him, several old men around sixty or seventy years old were actually looking at Zheng Zheng excitedly and nervously, just like Bai Shan, as if he was afraid that Zheng Zheng would tear up the "Qingming Riverside Map" in his hand.

This...... What's going on?

Zheng Bei vaguely felt that something was wrong in his heart, and now that the situation in the field was out of his control, it had become a little weird.

"Young Master Zheng, this painting ...... Very important. Today's thing, I'm sorry. ”

Bai Shan waved his hand towards Zheng Bei, the look on his face was a little embarrassed, but in the blink of an eye, this embarrassment disappeared invisibly.

Zheng Bei was dumbfounded for a while, Bai Shan's meaning was very clear, and he was clearly not ready to continue to help himself.

What is the value of this "Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival" that can make these old men so excited? Zheng Bei was also thinking about it while he was surprised, but no matter what he thought, Zheng Bei couldn't get an answer.

Bai Shan settled down and didn't care about Zheng Bei's reaction. He stared at the "Qingming Riverside Picture" in Zheng Zheng's hand and said: "Maybe I didn't take a good look at this painting just now, Zheng shopkeeper, don't worry, can you let me take a good look at this painting again?"

Several other old men also nodded their heads one after another, agreeing with Bai Shan's words.

"This ......" Seeing that these people suddenly attached so much importance to this painting, Zheng Zheng felt more confident in his heart, although he still didn't understand the deep meaning of "Wang Ji Antique Shop in the Western Capital", but it was obvious that everyone valued this painting because of this, maybe the value of this painting is here.

He deliberately hesitated for a while, and seeing that the expressions of the old men were obviously much more nervous, Zheng Zheng said: "Okay, anyway, if you want to tear this painting, it won't be at this time, you can see it if you want to." ”

Hearing Zheng Zheng say this, Bai Shan was obviously relieved. He thanked Zheng Zheng again and again as he walked quickly to the counter. The other old men also followed him silently, their faces all the same nervous and excited.

For a while, no one spoke in the Donglai Pavilion, and it became extremely quiet. Everyone held their breath and stared at the strange old men, not knowing what they wanted to do.

Bai Shan walked to the counter, took out a magnifying glass from his pocket tremblingly, and asked Zheng Zheng with a smile: "I don't know where the shopkeeper Zheng saw the words 'Western Capital City Antique Shop' just now?" ”

"This is it. Zheng Zheng pointed his hand at the painting, and pointed to the place where the biggest flaw in the painting was next to the bicycle.

There was a small black dot next to the bike, the size of a grain of rice at most, and it would be ignored as a stain when you looked at it in a hurry.

Bai Shan's breathing was obviously much heavier, and he was about to take the magnifying glass to his eyes to look, but he saw where Zheng Zheng was standing. Bai Shan's heart moved, and he smiled at Zheng Zheng: "Can you turn this painting upside down?" I can see it clearly from the direction where Zheng's shopkeeper is located, but I may not be able to see it clearly from the position where I am standing. ”

"Good. Zheng Zheng happily agreed, painted a scroll, and then unfolded it again. After this unfolding, for the Baishan people, this painting is equivalent to turning upside down.

Bai Shan nodded, put the magnifying glass in his hand in front of his eyes, and looked towards the bicycle on the picture. Several old men behind him seemed to be led by him, silently stretching their necks to look at him.

"Shhh...... Ahh

Bai Shan looked at it for a minute or two, then suddenly took a breath of cold air, raised his head, and let out an exclamation from his mouth. He trembled all over, almost unable to hold the magnifying glass in his hand, and his thin face was instantly congested with blood and turned red because of excitement.

"Teacher Bai......"

"How's that, how's that?"

Several old men behind him saw that Bai Shan was very excited, and they all understood seven or eight points in their hearts, but before Bai Shan spoke, several people still had no bottom in their hearts.

"Zheng shopkeeper's!"

Bai Shan ignored the old men beside him, he threw himself forward, and held the counter tightly with both hands, seeing that he was actually trying to use himself as a wall of flesh to block everyone from this painting. Bai Shan's eyes were burning, and he didn't look like an old man who was about to die: "This painting is genuine...... Sell it to me, you can pay a price, you can sell it to me. ”

Under the excitement, Bai Shan, who has always been steady, turned out to be a little incoherent.

"What?!"

Zheng Bei's eyes widened violently, he subconsciously stood up from his seat, and said in disbelief: "This painting ...... Could it be the real thing?!"

The middle-aged man surnamed Ge and Gao Tong looked at each other, they had all seen the painting, and they didn't believe that the painting could be genuine. But Bai Shan's words were categorical, obviously not impulsive.

"I'll give 100,000...... No, 200,000! I'll give 200,000, sell it to me!"