This is an authentic fake celebrity painting.

However, this counterfeiter is too careless, and it is easy to be exposed by directly taking a faded painting of a young man with willow as the base, and the deception is really not clever.

"The whole painting is so magnificent that if it weren't for my son's marriage, I would be reluctant to sell it. "Lao Jia is still bragging.

Did you say you were going to buy it?" Kong Qun frowned and said, "It's different from what you see in the picture, it's too new." ”

"That's what it means it's preserved. To tell you the truth, my ancestors were officials, and they got this painting in their early years, and it has been passed down from generation to generation. Alas, in the 80s, someone wanted to buy it for 200,000 yuan, and at that time, the welfare housing in Binjiang City was only tens of thousands of yuan. I felt ashamed of my ancestors and flatly refused. Lao Jia said sanctimoniously.

"You mean, this painting is worth 10 million now?"

Kong Qun sneered twice, he concluded that the painting was fake, and he would not buy it for 10,000 yuan. Lao Jia waved his hand, "Everything pays attention to fate, yesterday two gods in golden armor fell into a dream, presumably it should be on the two of them, I don't want much, one million is enough!"

Isn't it a magpie to call a distinguished guest, why did he become a god and fall asleep again? Alas, this old man has a bad memory, and he will go into trouble with two sentences, no wonder he lives so poorly, and he deceives the ignorant people.

Don't buy it!

Mai Xiaoji and Kong Qun are very resolute, they are fools if they buy it!

There is nothing to talk about, Kong Qun is going to leave, it is easy to have a God of Wealth, Lao Jia was a little panicked, and hurriedly stretched out his arm to stop him, and said stiffly: "You two can not buy it, but you can't say that my painting is fake!

"Lao Jia, can you speak well?" Mai Xiaoji said politely, Wen Crepe was really awkward.

"Otherwise, I'm in a hurry to use the money, 500,000 yuan, what?" Lao Jia stretched out five fingers, each of which was more than half a centimeter, yellow and hard.

"I don't buy 300,000 either. Kong Qun frowned and waved his hand, insisting on leaving.

"Then it's up to you, 300,000!" Lao Jia said.

Kong Qun was stunned for a moment, crying and laughing, did he say that he wanted to buy it? Lao Jia insisted that this was true, of course Kong Qun didn't believe it, but he was afraid that Lao Jia also knew it and opened his eyes to deceive.

"Buy one, get one free! I still have good things, as long as you buy this painting, that one will be a giveaway for you. Old Jia anxious's forehead was sweating.

"What other treasures do you have at home, take them out together!" said McXiaoji with a smile.

Waiting, waiting, Lao Jia ran to the back room again, and soon took out a biscuit box, which was also covered with rust, and after opening it with great difficulty, he took out a plastic sealed bag and put it on the table.

It was a tattered codex, only a few pages. Kong Qun frowned slightly, but sat down, took out his gloves from his pocket, and looked through them carefully. "The calligraphy is not bad, the content is part of the "Lengyan Sutra", where did you get it?"

"I walk the streets and alleys to solve problems for others, sometimes I show great compassion, and when I see poor people, they don't charge, and the other party doesn't want to go, and there are also some old goods. You see, here, there are two seals, and this can't be fake. Lao Jia pointed to one place and said.

"Xiao Ji, come over and take a look. Kong Qun greeted, looking at his expression, this time it was a bit of a joke.

Mai Xiaoji leaned over and did see two seals, one was already blurred, with only some corner strokes, and the other was relatively clear, after identification, it was Defu.

took out the golden circle and took a transparent shot, but no abnormality was found, and Kong Qun also returned to the car to find a magnifying glass and watch it carefully. Taking advantage of this gap, Mai Xiaoji sent the book to the great calligrapher Zhao Mengfu, and accompanied it with ten grams of gold and red envelopes, so that the ancients could help identify it.

Zhao Mengfu has a big shelf, and every reply is very slow, Mai Xiaoji can't wait, but he returns the red envelope.

"Dude, what does that mean? I can raise the price. Mai Xiaoji was also anxious to identify and took the initiative to say.

"It's not a lack of money, I'm not good at it, so let's find someone else to appreciate it. Zhao Mengfu said.

Appreciating, Mai Xiaoji was overjoyed, "That's what the real thing means?"

Zhao Mengfu replied with a string of ellipses, Mai Xiaoji understood, he was polite and did not represent expert opinions. Mai Xiaoji was unwilling and asked again, "Then the old man gave me a clear way, who should I go to?"

"The person I admire the most, Yi'an Jushi!"

Then, Zhao Mengfu didn't reply. Yi'an Jushi, how does it sound so familiar, it seems that he has just dealt with it. After thinking about it, Mai Xiaoji slapped his head, this brain is not sensitive to traditional culture, why did he forget, Li Qingzhao, who had just sent a new word!

However, Mai Xiaoji was also surprised, first of all, he originally thought that Li Qingzhao could only write poetry, and he was a poor literati, but he didn't expect that he was still a treasure connoisseur. In addition, Zhao Mengfu is so arrogant that he also regards Li Qingzhao as his idol.

Regardless of that, Mai Xiaoji hurriedly sent the picture to Li Qingzhao again, "Sister, help me take a look, what is this?"

"Hee-hee, don't forget to reward!" Li Qingzhao replied quickly.

How can you forget, Mai Xiaoji quickly called ten grams of red envelopes, and Li Qingzhao received it in seconds, but there was no follow-up. Mai Xiaoji hurriedly said again: "Sister, is this true?"

"There are not enough red envelopes!"

"How much more?!" asked McNicker, gritting his teeth.

"Twenty grams!"

It has risen to thirty grams all of a sudden, and the current charging standard of Mai Daoist is still at twenty grams, and women are so greedy. Mai Xiaoji hated the root of his teeth, thirty grams of gold, that is a small 10,000, why are you so black?

"I asked today, and there are no other charges. Li Qingzhao sent an aggrieved expression, which means, thirty grams of wrapping dry, ask casually today.

Alas, Mai Xiaoji added another 20 grams of red envelopes, and after Li Qingzhao accepted it, he quickly typed a line of words, and the book is true!

"I have to tell me about the provenance, and also, who is Defu, and whose seal is it that I can't see clearly?" asked Mai Xiaoji.

"Hehe, Defu's reputation is not as good as mine, it's really my deceased husband Zhao Mingcheng!"

Time has passed, and Li Qingzhao finally came out of the grief of losing her husband and dispelled the shadow of the misery of the past.

"Haha, that's true?"

"Naturally, my husband loves gold and stone calligraphy and painting, and has collected countless books in his life, not for me to boast about Haikou, and the collection at home has also loaded dozens of cars!"

"Hey, what a big car?"

First of all, with a rolling expression, Li Qingzhao typed another line of words, "Don't laugh, the collection at home has been piled up, and my husband and wife often play with it, and they have fun with it." When Mingcheng was alive, there were countless people who asked him to appraise calligraphy every day, and I also knew some of this and shared some of the fatigue for him. Alas, it was the happiest time when I was alive, and the water and mountains were indescribably good. ”

"Let's talk about today's picture!" McXiaoji reminded, waiting for the identification, don't go too far.