Not long after, the next lot was on the table, this time a landscape painting, which was hung high.

Zuo Wei stepped forward and said as usual: "This is the tiger picture of the modern painter Zhou Xiangping, although Zhou Xiangping is a modern painter, but there are not many works left in the world, this tiger picture is his early works, the starting price is 80,000 yuan, and the price increase is not less than 10,000 yuan each time." ”

As soon as this work came out, there should be only a handful of shots, and after it was added to 150,000, no one was willing to follow the price.

At this moment, Lin Xiao let out a sigh of surprise, looked at the medical pupils, and immediately found the clues of the painting.

Lin Xiao pondered for a moment and said in a low voice: "Xiaochao, I have taken a fancy to this painting, I want to borrow some money from you, don't worry, I will return it to you immediately." ”

Chu Zhengchao was stunned for a moment, and then said nonchalantly: "It's okay, Brother Xiao, if you like it, I'll take a picture of it for you now." ”

Lin Xiao smiled, not pretentious, and said, "Okay then." ”

Zuo Wei looked around for a while, as if she knew the value of the painting, and said directly: "150,000 once, 150,000 twice, 150,000 ......."

Before he could say anything, Chu Zheng raised his card with a big grin: "Two hundred thousand." ”

Zuo Wei smiled and said, "Is there any bidding on the spot?"

But before it was over, another person followed the price: "Two hundred and ten thousand." ”

Chu Zhengchao glanced at the price in surprise, and found that it was an old man with an elegant temperament and gray temples.

"Three hundred thousand. Chu Zhengchao said lazily.

The old man followed the price again: "Three hundred and one thousand." ”

Chu Zhengchao glanced at him and said with a smile: "Four hundred thousand." ”

"You!" The old man Huo Ran stood up, and said with a blue face: "Young man, you deliberately inflated the price." ”

Chu Zhengchao spread his hands and said aggrievedly: "Please, I want this painting too." ”

"Just you, you want this painting. The old man laughed angrily, and said with a gun and a stick: "It's not me saying you, do you really understand this painting, do you know Zhou Xiangping's technique, or do you understand the subtleties of this painting." ”

Chu Zhengchao shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly: "I really don't understand the technique or something, and I can't say what the subtleties of this painting are, I don't know calligraphy and painting at all." ”

The old man snorted coldly and said angrily: "Then you are deliberately going against me? ! I came for this painting, and Zhou Xiangping is my favorite modern painter." ”

Chu Zhengchao was a little speechless, and said without backing down: "You like it, but this auction will be the one with the highest price." ”

"Okay, good!" the old man blew his beard and glared angrily, and said with all his strength: "Four hundred and one thousand." ”

"Five hundred thousand. Chu Zhengchao understated that he didn't blink an eye.

The old man blushed and said angrily: "Good boy, you said you don't know how to paint, so what are you buying it for?" ”

"I bought it for my brother Xiao. Chu Zhengchao said as a matter of course.

"Brother Xiao?" The old man suddenly became confused, and said a little confused: "Who are you talking about?"

Lin Xiao had to stand up awkwardly, and said with a smile: "He took it for me." ”

The old man glared at him, and was relieved in an instant, and couldn't help but regret: "Forget it, who told me that the old man has no money, I won't fight with you, it's really a cow chewing peonies, and it's a tyrannical thing." ”

In this way, Chu Zhengchao won the painting at a price of 500,000 yuan, and until the end of the auction, Lin Xiao always thought about it in his heart.

Soon, the auction ended as scheduled, and it was time to hand over the money and deliver the goods with one hand.

Chu Zheng was extremely arrogant, with a slight swipe of the bank card, 500,000 yuan was paid, and the others also paid their own money, and they were holding the lot and preparing to leave.

At this time, Lin Xiao suddenly stopped Zuo Wei and chuckled: "Do you have a utility knife here?" ”

Zuo Weiqiao's face was stunned, and then she kept smiling and said, "Yes, I'll go get it." ”

In an instant, Zuo Wei handed over a utility knife to Lin Xiao, who said thank you.

Then, in the surprised eyes of everyone, Lin Xiao waved his knife violently, and with a stabbing sound, he cut the calligraphy and painting at the waist.

The old man from before was shocked and said, "Bastard, what are you doing!"

Lin Xiao ignored him and continued to stab him a few times, there were a few more cuts on the picture, and the whole painting became unrecognizable.

Seeing this situation, even Chu Zhengchao was stunned and said: "Damn, Brother Xiao, you bought the painting to tear it, 500,000 yuan, it's gone." ”

Zuo Wei opened her mouth wide and looked at all this in a daze, shocked by Lin Xiao's ruined behavior.

The old man beat his chest and shouted, "Stop me." ”

Lin Xiao turned a deaf ear, and still waved the knife in his own way, and after a while, the entire tiger picture was torn apart, completely turned into crumbs, and scattered to the ground.

The old man was so angry that he stepped forward and grabbed Lin Xiao, and said in a fierce voice: "Bastard, you are crazy, even if you don't want this painting, you can resell it to me, but why did you destroy it." ”

Saying that, the old man was heartbroken, and hurriedly opened his eyes to look, and the whole person was stunned at this look.

Seeing that he was silent and looked weird, many people were curious: "Old Wang, you are stupid, why did you suddenly stop talking, it's very scary." ”

Someone quipped: "I won't have a stroke, I'm getting older, I'm still so emotional, and it's a matter of time before I have a stroke." ”

This old man's name is Wang Xuefu, a famous modern artist, and a master of calligraphy and painting.

Wang Lao was stunned for a while, and then suddenly came back to his senses, pounced on the tiger picture, and tore at it wildly.

Lin Xiao's unfinished work was now completed by him ahead of schedule, and everyone at the scene opened their mouths wide and couldn't say a word.

"Elder Wang, you're also crazy. One of them came to his senses and muttered to himself.

At this moment, Wang Lao laughed loudly, and said in surprise: "The real work, it turned out to be the real work, I can't be mistaken, this is definitely Tang Bohu's real work, ten miles of peach blossom map!"

Wang Xuefu's reaction stunned everyone, and one of them was dumbfounded: "Elder Wang, what are you talking about, Tang Bohu's true works are really fake." ”

With that, the middle-aged man immediately gathered around and carefully browsed the painting.

After looking at it for a while, the middle-aged man's eyes were full of shock, and he muttered to himself: "Sure enough, Tang Bohu's peach blossom picture, the inscription is Tang Yin, the owner of the peach blossom hermitage, this painting should be a unique product, so far, it is the first time I have seen Tang Bohu painting peach blossoms." ”

"It turned out to be a picture-in-picture.,The sandwich painting inside is what really needs to be protected.,Very clever technique.,It's a pity that after a few people.,No one knows the secret in the painting.,You bastard picked up a big bargain.。 Wang Xuefu's eyes were complicated, full of envy.

Wang Xuefu couldn't put down his hand and stroked this painting, and sighed sincerely: "Looking at the lines of this force and this lonely artistic conception, this should be Tang Bohu's later work, which is really rare." ”

The middle-aged man also said solemnly: "Yes, Tang Bohu was poor in the second half of his life, and he hardly left any good works. ”

The two of them sang and harmonized, which made the people around them itch unbearably, and they squeezed forward to have a look.

Just as they were amazed and stunned, Chu Zhengchao said something out of place: "Uh, I want to ask, is this Tang Bohu's real work very valuable." ”

"Is it very valuable?" Wang Lao glanced at him contemptuously and snorted coldly: "Please put away the word "Mo", it is not very valuable, it is quite valuable. ”

"That's right, three years ago, a pair of Tang Bohu's landscape calligraphy and paintings were auctioned overseas, and the final transaction price was 3.6 billion. The middle-aged man was speechless and endless.

"What!?" Chu Zhengchao gasped.