After Chen Hao and Meng Yusheng finished speaking, they left with Wu Mingsheng and went to Wanbao Tower.

And Meng Yusheng squeezed the painting in his hand tightly, although the painting was a fake painting and was torn in half, but at this moment in Meng Yusheng's hand, it was like a treasure that was difficult to buy with thousands of gold.

Meng Yusheng glanced left and right, as if he was afraid that someone would notice something.

"Meng Meiren, can you give me this broken painting in your hand, I specialize in ancient paper, and I want to see what the difference is in the paper of each dynasty in ancient times. At this time, a voice suddenly came, it was one of the people who had helped Meng Yusheng speak just now, "Of course, I can also pay for it, you were deceived by the people of Wanbaolou, and this painting naturally belongs to you now, so you can make a price." ”

After this person finished speaking, he looked at Meng Yusheng with a smile, he felt that he had just helped the other party speak, and this painting was fake and worthless, and the other party should not have reached the point where he really wanted to collect money.

said to pay, in fact, it was just his politeness.

And just when this person thought that Meng Yusheng would not hesitate to give him the painting in his hand, a scene that shocked him appeared.

I saw that Meng Yusheng actually hugged the painting directly in his arms, and said with a cautious face: "I'm sorry, many people should know about my hobbies, and they like Tao Yuanming's works, so I plan to keep this painting first, and then enjoy it slowly." ”

"But this painting is not made by Tao Yuanming, Wu Lao has said it just now. The person next to him was puzzled.

Meng Yusheng still shook his head and said: "I know all this, but people always have to think about it, I think it is Tao Yuanming's work, then it is!"

This is very speechless.

Meng Yusheng didn't stay here for long, afraid that someone would notice something, so she quickly rushed back to her gold shop.

As soon as I got home.

Meng Yusheng entered the inner room and instructed the two waiters outside to prohibit anyone from entering, and then locked the door of the inner room himself.

Although the two service staff felt strange, they didn't dare to ask anything.

Maybe the bosses are a little nervous.

After Meng Yusheng entered the inner room, he directly spread half of the fake paintings on the table, and then took a deep breath, showing nervousness on his delicate face.

"I hope what Xiao Chen said is true...... Meng Yusheng clasped his hands together and muttered to himself, as if praying for blessings.

Generally, businessmen believe in gods and Buddhas.

Meng Yusheng is no exception.

After praying, Meng Yusheng carefully took out a knife and began to cut the half of the fake painting in front of him from the middle, slowly separating the front and back two pieces of paper.

This half of the fake painting is the half of the painting that Chen Hao specifically pointed out and said that there was something in it.

Chen Hao also said at the time that there was only a thin piece of paper inside, which was so thin that it was almost not thick, so that it was sandwiched in the middle of this painting, but it could not be noticed at all.

Not only that, Chen Hao also said that there were three words "Tao Yuanming" on that piece of paper!

It is precisely because of this that Meng Yusheng is so nervous and excited.

Even if this painting is worth tens of millions, hundreds of millions of dollars, I am afraid it will not make Meng Yusheng lose his temper so much.

She has indeed reached a crazy love for any of Tao Yuanming's works.

Soon, half of the painting was completely cut and separated by a knife.

Meng Yusheng was nervous, and slowly uncovered one of the sides, and the next moment, the contents of the mezzanine were revealed!

"What Xiao Chen said is true!!"

Meng Yusheng saw it.

There is indeed a piece of paper in it!

The paper was about the size of an ordinary diary, and perhaps because of its age, or because of the low level of papermaking, the paper was a withered yellow color, which looked like the color of a straw in early autumn.

Meng Yusheng trembled his hands lightly, and lightly took the paper in his hand, his eyes had already shifted to the paper.

On that piece of paper, there were some calligraphy words written on it.

"Life has no roots, floating like dust.

Scattered and wind-by-wind, this is not the case.

Landing as brothers, why bother with flesh and blood!

Have fun and drink and gather next to each other.

If the golden year does not come again, it will be difficult to regain the morning in one day.

Be encouraged in time, and the years will not treat others. ”

Meng Yusheng gently read out the above poems, with surprise in his eyes.

"This is the rootless ...... of life in Tao Yuanming's miscellaneous poems"

As a fanatical fan of Tao Yuanming's works, Meng Yusheng naturally knows where the above poems come from and what they mean.

The handwriting on the paper was somewhat sloppy, and it was clear that it was a person's scratch paper.

Meng Yusheng knew Tao Yuanming's handwriting and was sure that this was Tao Yuanming's!

Just such a piece of paper, if you put it now, the price is likely to approach one million, and if you find some pushers, I am afraid the price will continue to rise!

But for Meng Yusheng, even if she pays tens of thousands, don't think about buying this scratch paper from her hand!

She's not short of money!

Meng Yusheng looked at the straw paper in his hand, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it, but at the same time, there was a trace of strangeness on his face: "How did Xiao Chen know that there was something in the mezzanine of the painting?"

……

At this time, Chen Hao and Wu Mingsheng had already come to the largest antique shop on Yuqian Street - Wanbaolou!

It would be more appropriate to call it a "building".

The appearance of Wanbaolou is somewhat like the tall towers in some temples, in a hexagonal shape, but it is larger than the foundation and area of the tower.

The entire building has a total of nine floors.

For many people, nine represents a "pole" number, which means "reaching the peak", and in the eyes of businessmen, they believe in these mysterious things.

When the two approached Wanbaolou, Wu Mingsheng introduced on the side: "I think Xiaoyou should be here for the first time, right? Then I have to tell you about this Wanbaolou." Legend has it that this high-rise building has existed since the Ming Dynasty, when the antique world was not as prosperous as it is now, but there are many antiquities that exist, and most of these things are stored in Wanbaolou. It can be said that the building itself is a super antique ......"

Chen Hao listened from the sidelines, and his eyes looked at the tall building curiously.

It is obvious that the ancient Chinese architecture.

There are two big red lanterns hanging on the sorghum at the main entrance, and even in broad daylight, the inside is still lit up, making it look very festive.

The door is about three meters wide, and on the left and right sides there is a beautiful doorman in a dress to collect tickets and make a welcome gesture to welcome guests.

“…… There are nine floors in this building, and theoretically, the higher the number of floors, the better the things are, and of course, the more expensive. But when everyone has an eye, you can't be sure that there are good things in the floors downstairs that no one else can see! Wu Mingsheng continued to say to Chen Hao, and the two of them also lined up at the back of the line: "You can follow me for a while, I am also a little thin here, it is not a problem to bring someone in!"