"Hey, uncle, no, if this is really Zheng Banqiao's painting, it can't be bought without millions, right?"

"Millions?", the old man looked at Yun Yang like a fool, and then shook his head, "If this is really Zheng Banqiao's authentic handiwork, it is priceless in the market! Not to mention 100 million! Look at its size, one square foot was 30 million at auction last year!"

"So expensive?", Yun Yang was dumbfounded, Zheng Banqiao's genuine works are already at such a high price?

"I said, fellow, you open it and let everyone open their eyes, and we will help you palm your eyes, if it is true, there are really a lot of people here who can afford your painting!", said an old man wearing a silk dress with a folding fan.

"Lao Liu, no, if it is opened and destroyed, what if it is genuine? Or find a place?", someone suggested again.

"Yes, yes, find a place to go to Wanbaotang, right?"

The old man known as Liu Lao nodded, looking at the old man holding the painting and the middle-aged man.

The old man who took the painting showed joy on his face, because he couldn't identify this ancestral painting, so he wanted to sell it for 200,000 yuan. If it weren't for his granddaughter's illness, he wouldn't have dared to sell his ancestral things!

"Okay, let's go!"

The middle-aged man had a tiger face, and a group of people walked noisily towards Wanbaotang not far away.

The shopkeeper was also watching the excitement at the door, and when he saw Liu Lao coming, he looked very respectful. After listening to Liu Lao's words, he invited everyone in.

"This shopkeeper is an ancestral craft, and this shop is also an ancestral one. The owner of Wanbaotang is surnamed Wan!", the old man and the old man followed everyone into Wanbaotang, and the spacious place was crowded with dozens of people, and it also seemed crowded.

Shopkeeper Wan hurriedly ordered to the guy, "Go and invite Master Wang!"

Master Wang is the most powerful master in his Wanbao Hall to identify calligraphy and painting.

"Here's a young and strong lad and help move the table. The shopkeeper said.

Yun Yang looked at it, it seemed that they were all middle-aged and elderly, so he walked to the side of the shopkeeper Wan, "I'll come." ”

When the shopkeeper Wan saw it, his eyes lit up, "The young man is very energetic, go!", the two came to the back hall, and as soon as they entered the door, Yun Yang saw a yellow and clear old desk in the center of the back hall.

Yun Yang's eyes lit up, "Shopkeeper Wan, is this Huanghuali?"

The shopkeeper Wan laughed, "The young man has good eyesight, authentic Hainan Huanghuali, from the Ming Dynasty! Just this table, some time ago, a rich man took a fancy to it, how much do you guess?" The shopkeeper himself is slightly fat, and this smile is really a bit of a Maitreya Buddha's feeling.

Yun Yang tried it, not to mention, it was really heavy! Not to mention more than 300 catties!

"Young man, one person is more than 100 pounds, can you do it?", asked the shopkeeper Wan.

Yun Yang smiled and nodded, "I'll try it!", in the surprised eyes of the shopkeeper Wan, Yun Yang stood in the middle of the table, and with a support of his right hand, he easily took the table off the ground.

"Hiss!", Shopkeeper Wan was taken aback, this is a single palm, this table is three hundred pounds! And it seems that he hasn't tried his best!

Thumbs up, shopkeeper Wan said in admiration: "Young man, this kind of strength is rare in this society!"

Looking at Yun Yang, he is not a tiger's back, but slender and stylish, it is hard to imagine how amazing the power contained in those muscles is!

Yun Yang smiled, just followed behind the shopkeeper Wan, and dragged the Huanghuali table to the hall with one hand.

When Liu Lao saw Yun Yang walk out easily, a glint flashed in his eyes! He had been thinking about this table for a long time, but it was a pity that the shopkeeper didn't sell it! Therefore, he knew the weight of this table.

Gently put it on the ground, the shopkeeper took the scroll from the old farmer's hand, untied it and carefully spread it out on the table.

As the picture scroll unfolded, Yun Yang's eyes lit up!

This painting is already old, the paper is yellowed, and a breath of time is blowing in the face! From this point of view, this painting should not be fake, because this charm cannot be fake!

On the picture, there are pines and bamboos, pine trees, bamboo forests, and a lonely and lofty atmosphere comes out through the paper!

"No, this is Zheng Banqiao's painting, right? Look at this rhyme, this method, can anyone imitate it so similarly?"

Elder Liu and the old man who had just reminded Yun Yang were also taken aback, and quickly moved forward, holding a magnifying glass and began to observe carefully.

For more than ten minutes, everyone quietly waited for the two old men to observe, and at this moment, an old man with gray beard and gray hair came from outside.

"Master Wang!"

"Elder Wang!", everyone saw that it was the old man, and they greeted respectfully one by one. The old man just nodded, and walked briskly towards the scroll.

When Liu Lao and the old man carrying the birdcage saw that Wang Lao was coming, they also said hello.

"How's it going?", the old man began to put on white gloves.

"Like, but I'm a little unsure!", Liu Lao frowned and spoke.

"It feels very strange!, Lao Wang, look at it, if you want to say that this is a genuine handiwork, but there is not a single seal, and also, look at the brushwork of this painting, it should be a work of old age. According to his habit, there should be an inscription here!", the old man reminded Yun Yang to point to the left side of the scroll, where there was the upper part of the strange pine, and there was a blank space!

Master Wang first gently rubbed the scroll, and after a few minutes, he took a magnifying glass and looked at it carefully, and the more he looked at it, the more puzzled he became!

After half an hour, after holding the lamp, Wang Lao straightened his waist, sighed, shook his head and said, "I'm old, I'm old, and there are still paintings that can't be decided." Fellow, there is nothing I can do to redeem me!", Wang Lao said ashamedly.

"Can't really judge?"

"I also think it's fake! If this is genuine, first, what about Zheng Banqiao's own big seal? What about the collector's seal? Why isn't there one?"

"That's what's weird. Wang Lao, but is it a picture-in-picture?", someone asked.

Picture-in-picture, also known as a set of paintings, is a kind of Tibetan painting technique derived from the era of the four olds, or the Anti-Japanese War, in order to preserve ancient paintings!

Wang Lao shook his head, "I can still see this, there is no set of paintings!"

And Yun Yang also took a look, the breath of ancient paintings and Zheng Banqiao's unique noble and arrogant painting method should not be able to deceive talents.

"What's going on?", Yun Yang touched his nose, and his spiritual power extended along the water vapor in the air, quickly covering the entire painting.

At this moment, a peculiar picture appeared in Yun Yang's mind: on the pine tree, two lines of characters appeared, and in the lower right and upper right corners, eight seals appeared! One of them was called "Old Banqiao Twenty Years Ago"!

And this is exactly what Zheng Banqiao used when he dismissed the official at home!

But Yun Yang's doubts are here, how can he not be visible?

"It's a pity, it's a pity, it should be a high imitation, or a big man in the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China asked someone to cheat, and then used it to entertain himself!", someone shook his head and sighed.