When Mai Xiaoji walked out and looked back, he saw two strings of crystal tears rolling down, and Yan Beifei looked so lonely and helpless.

To be a lackey to Yue Bufan to harm people, this kind of woman is not worthy of pity at all!

Mai Xiaoji was ruthless and returned to his office, but when he closed his eyes, he could see that pitiful face, and her sobs echoed in his ears.

Alas, this is the charm of a beautiful woman, it always makes people feel distressed, and when she cries, the whole world cries.

Two million, for Yue Bufan, it is a dime, and it is not painful. But once again successfully swept him, and Mai Xiaoji felt relieved of his hatred. The only thing that bothers me is that I can't help but think of Yan Beifei.

After taking a few photos, Yan Beifei either sat and looked out the window in a daze, or wiped his tears alone, and even ripped his hair up.

Whatever!

Mai Xiaoji retracted his thoughts, he must not be merciful to the enemy, and he must remember that behind Yan Beifei is Yue Bufan.

"Sister, how about looking at this painting?" Mai Xiaoji wanted to find someone to chat with, but Li Qingzhao was the most funny.

"Twenty grams of appreciation!"

Li Qingzhao sent a small slap stretched out, and there was a glittering golden bowl on it. In the end, if you have money, you have downloaded new emojis.

"Hehe, you don't need to identify it to know it's fake. "Mai Xiaoji is not fooled.

"If you want to trick me again, I won't say it!"

"I didn't let you say it, I only know money in my eyes. ”

Mai Xiaoji was a little depressed, and he couldn't tell how depressed he was today. I don't know how long it took, suddenly the Golden Circle mobile phone vibrate, it was a message from Li Qingzhao.

"Brother, I guess you knew it was true, and deliberately used this as an excuse to talk to me?"

"It's true that I want to chat with you, but this version of "Orchid Pavilion Preface" is definitely not true. Where is it so coincidental, all the good things happen to me?" Mai Xiaoji's hand shook a little when he was typing, but it was actually a subconscious rejection of the doubts in his heart.

Li Qingzhao's words made Mai Xiaoji depressed next.

"I have a collection of countless copies of the Orchid Pavilion Preface, and this one is poured on top of all the versions. Looking at this sharp force, it looks like it was written when he was in his youth. ”

"Are you sure?"

"I'm not completely sure, but I can guarantee that this calligraphy must have a great relationship with the Wang family. ”

I didn't have the heart to listen to it anymore, Mai Xiaoji already understood, if it wasn't written by Wang Xizhi himself, then it was also a powerful work of his family's brothers and grandchildren.

McEgie was about to break down, walking around the house in annoyance, regretting that he wanted to smash the wall. People are not as good as heaven, I wanted Sanqi Yue to be extraordinary, but in the end, I helped him find a treasure, this is "Lanting Preface"!

I was holding back a fire in my heart, and I couldn't shout it out yet. Mai Xiaoji lied to herself, what if Li Qing took care of her eyes, she was all about the mirror decal yellow, wasn't she sure?

Yes, even if it's true, others can't identify it, and in Yue Bufan's hands, it's just a scroll.

Self-consolation didn't work at all, Mai Xiaoji's mouth was gathering more and more, and he seemed to hear Yue Bufan's smug laughter in his ears. Damn, if you sell 200 million, even if it's 20 million, you won't be so popular.

Just two million, let Yue Bufan buy the real thing, and when it is sold at a high price, it will be as if it didn't cost anything. If it is operated properly, it may be possible to earn back the 70 million lost.

What's going on!

Mai Xiaoji really couldn't stand this kind of torment, so he had no choice but to take out his Golden Circle mobile phone and apply to add a friend, Wang Xizhi! Wouldn't he know if he himself did? As long as he didn't write it, it could be said to be fake, fake, fake!

Wang Xizhi quickly passed, and the avatars are all "Orchid Pavilion Preface", which shows that I am also very satisfied with this work.

Without further ado, the twenty-gram red envelope opened the way, and Mai Xiaoji sent the photo over, "Please teach the saint, this painting is fake, right?"

"No, it's written by me. ”

Wang Xizhi's answer made Mai Xiaoji collapse directly, he didn't believe it, the long-lost "Lanting Preface" actually let himself be found! The ridiculous thing is that it was sold to the enemy for two million?!

"Didn't you say that the authentic works were buried with Tang Taizong?" Mai Xiaoji asked helplessly.

"The things of the hereafter, but they have also heard of them, so they will not mention them for the time being. When I wrote that character, I was fascinated, there were wonderful sounds in my ears, and there was a heavenly fragrance in my nose, as if I had the help of the gods in a dream, but unfortunately after waking up from the dream, I could no longer write this good word. This is what I copied and wrote in my spare time, but it is not as good as God's work after all. Wang Xizhi sighed with emotion.

"Where did the real thing go?" said Mai Xiaoji, weakly.

"Nature has been passed down to future generations as a family heirloom, and now that the time has passed, we have long let go of our attachments. ”

Just a sentence of Amitabha.

It is not only genuine, but also Wang Xizhi's own calligraphy to write, it is conceivable that the value must be extremely high, and it is completely possible to publish the sub-authentic work of "Orchid Pavilion Preface".

"You said it's true, the seal on it has long been unclear, how to identify it?"

"When I write about Lanting again, I use rubbings as the base, and the top is thinly covered with a layer of special silkworm cocoon paper, so that the charm can be similar. ”

Hearing this, Mai Xiaoji was even more annoyed, Kong Qun had already seen that it was an antique, and he also saw that the font was strange. It's a pity that he concluded that it was a fake without thinking, which also affected Kong Qun's judgment.

It turns out that this is another form of redness, and maybe the DNA of the ancients can be found in the mezzanine, and then it will be restored.

I use it every day, and I use it all day to shoot the spy next door, so I forgot to use it once in the identification.

The intestines were repentant, and that night, Mai Xiaoji didn't go home, just sat in the office and sighed, so angry that he was about to vomit blood and be hospitalized.

No, it can't be cheap, Yue Bufan.

If Mai Xiaoji's performance is too obvious, it will make Yue Bufan complacent, this is something written by Wang Xizhi himself, and he must not be told it.

After thinking about it, Mai Xiaoji wrote an article about the authenticity of calligraphy, and gave an example to prove that it was a fake.

Of course, it is Mi Fu's "Lingfeng Xing Ji Post", Yue Bufan sent someone to buy it from Ling Gang 70 million.

The title is called, "Lingfeng Xing Ji Post" authenticity identification!

In addition to what Li Qingzhao pointed out, Mai Xiaoji also made up several articles by himself, in short, to make Yue Bufan frightened, he bought a fake word!

What Mai Xiaoji thought was that if he adopted a roundabout tactic, as long as Yue Bufan verified it and proved that the "Lingfeng Xing Ji Post" was fake, then, it was logical that he would think that the "Orchid Pavilion Preface" was also fake.

In this way, he will not make a lot of money from it.

In addition, Mai Xiaoji also had a worry, Ling Gang could see that if the "Lingfeng Travel Notes" was sold by Yue Bufan from the auction. Then, what is fake will also become true.

The employees went to work one after another, and when they saw Mai Xiaoji, they thought he had come early, but he looked very haggard.

Call Shi Youzhi to meet in the conference room, Mai Xiaoji passed the article to him, "Brother Shi, this article needs to be released as soon as possible, I can't write it, you can help polish it." ”

"No problem. ”

Shi Youzhi looked at it again and again, his face was ugly, and he shook his head slightly, maybe it was the worst article he had ever seen.