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Feng Xi's eyes condensed, his eyes were full of curiosity, he looked at Wang Yao, and asked, "Really? This kind of thing is not something that can be said on any occasion." The power of the Dongfang family in the capital, not to mention a genuine handiwork of Master Wentong of the Song Dynasty, even if it is the authentic handiwork of Wang Xizhi, it is also readily available. ”

Feng Xi's sarcastic words about the Dongfang family were not a reminder. She was so fascinated by the man in front of her that she didn't see anything unusual when she caught a glimpse of Master Wentong's ink and bamboo paintings, but Wang Yao's words made her curious.

"Natural ......"

Wang Yao smiled slightly, to be honest, Wang Yao was nearly ten meters away from the ink and bamboo painting, not to mention that he couldn't see that Master Wen Tong's ink and bamboo painting was even fake, and he couldn't even see the seal clearly. However, he was still sure that the painting was a fake.

"Wang Yao, don't you do this?" Li Yanran looked at Wang Yao and had a headache, did he really want to make trouble for the Dongfang family? Dongfang Zhan and the Dongfang family were ruthless, and she Li Yanran had also heard about it.

"What did you say?" Steward Zhao heard Wang Yao's objection, and stood on the stage and sneered.

Obviously, in his opinion, Wang Yao is just a dirt bun who doesn't understand anything. The price of this painting in front of him is invaluable, Master Wentong is the top painter of the Song Dynasty, easy to learn from the world, noble rhyme, self-proclaimed Mr. Xiaoxiao. Sima Guang and Su Shi both respected this master very much. Wen Tong is known for being good at painting bamboo, and the idiom of being confident is also derived from Wen Tong's painting of bamboo. He pays attention to the experience, advocates the self-confidence and then start the pen, he paints bamboo leaves, creates thick ink for the face, light ink for the back of the method widely spread in the world, this "quiet book" is the master of Wentong's works, the most important, left to this day as Wentong's works, for everyone to recognize the only authentic handiwork.

In the housekeeper's opinion, it is impossible for an ordinary man like Wang Yao to understand such an elegant art.

"Didn't you verify the authenticity before you bought something and gave it away?" Wang Yao slowly stood up and asked Steward Zhao.

When Steward Zhao heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and said: "Since Your Excellency said so, there must be a reason, I would like to hear about it!"

At this moment, his generosity was extremely false.

"However, I want to remind you that this is a special gift from Wen Moxuan to our collection, if it weren't for the Dongfang family, this painting would not be able to be bought with money!"

Wen Moxuan?

When everyone heard this, their eyes were even more surprised. Wen Mo Xuan is an antique market affiliated with the largest auction house in Ningcheng, they have countless branches and a reputation far and wide, and their signature is that they do not produce fakes. As long as the things in their store, no matter how much money they have, they will lose 10 for a fake! Wen Moxuan has not produced a fake in these years, and their banner has quickly spread far and wide, so when they heard Wen Moxuan, everyone decided that there could be no fakes in Master Wen Tong's "Quiet Bookstore".

"Overlord, how can this be good!~~" Feng Xi's eyes were clear and dark, and he asked Wang Yao with a charming expression.

Wang Yao looked back at Feng Xi slightly, his expression was indeed intoxicating. However, he was even more curious why Feng Xi called himself Overlord? Isn't this what happened last night? Could it be that the woman in front of him knows everything about his every move?

"Maybe Wen Moxuan didn't know that this was a fake. Wang Yao said with a serious face, Wen Moxuan's identification methods are naturally beyond doubt, but Wang Yao had seen an oriental battle in Heijie before, and he was in a hurry to ask for the goods, maybe Wen Moxuan hadn't had time to identify him yet.

"Boy, you're kidding!" Steward Zhao definitely didn't believe that Wen Moxuan would produce a fake, and he had seen it himself when he opened the scroll just now, the pen and ink were light and elegant, and the framing was old, so there would be no mistake in the Song Dynasty.

"In that case, then you can draw it for me to see. Wang Yao still said seriously, there is no mistake that this painting is a fake painting.

"Okay, I'll show you. But if you want to play any tricks, today is not to give face to all the guests present. Steward Zhao threw the painting to Wang Yao.

Wang Yao took it and drew it, and pulled it away. The dragon snake walked past the scroll, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Chen Dingtian, who was sitting opposite him, sighed secretly when he saw Wang Yao's performance. I haven't seen him for five years, and Wang Yao is still the same.

Chen Dingtian's generation of rich people have been fond of dancing and writing since childhood, and collecting antique calligraphy and painting is a lifelong hobby. However, Chen Dingtian glanced at the calligraphy and painting, the pen and ink were clear, and the strokes were vigorous and powerful, even if they were not professionally firm. More than 90% of them are calligraphy and paintings by Master Wentong.

"Haha, it's indeed a rare copy. It's just that this person's copying skills are extremely superb, not only is he familiar with the lines of Master Wentong, but even the atmosphere of the era when copying is not far behind, and it is normal for you not to recognize it. Wang Yao finished reading the painting and said more confidently.

Before this, he didn't know that this painting was a copy painting, only that it must not be Master Wentong's "Quiet Study".

"Copying paintings?" Chen Dingtian stood up in surprise when he heard Wang Yao's words.

"You mean, this painting was copied in the Song Dynasty?" Chen Dingtian also took it over and examined it carefully, but a collector like him didn't see any clues.

"Yes, it's still Uncle Chen's vicious eyes. Wang Yao nodded.

"Boy, you said this is a copy of the painting, do you say that, is there any evidence?" Steward Zhao's eyes flickered with anger.

"I see that Wang Yao is so sure, there must be a way to distinguish the real from the fake, right?" Feng Xi saw that Steward Zhao was in a wrong mood, and immediately stood beside Wang Yao, and put his jade hand on Wang Yao's shoulder delicately and seductively, saving him enough space.

"Well, then I'll see what evidence you can come up with. "Steward Zhao has been in the Dongfang family all these years, and his experience has already surpassed that of ordinary people, and he wants to see how Wang Yao will step down today.

"Since everyone wants to debate the truth and falsehood, then Wang is ugly. ”

Wang Yao held "Quiet Bookstore" in one hand, and took out the IMCO lighter from his pocket with the other hand.

"Cao Nima, what the are you going to do?" Steward Zhao slapped on the hosting stage, and immediately stepped down to stop Wang Yao.

"Don't worry, I won't burn this painting. Wang Yao's voice was cold.

Can...... How could Steward Zhao rest assured, in his opinion, Wang Yao's life was not enough to compensate for this painting.

"Stand where you are, if something happens, I'll be responsible!"

Just when Steward Zhao was about to interrupt Wang Yao, Feng Xi said something amazing, and her beautiful legs stepped on the chair with a sultry posture, and said domineeringly.

In this kind of scene, it seems that only Feng Xi can shake the field in the entire Ning City!

"Miss Feng, it's true that the Feng family is very rich. However, the famous painting is a treasure in the world, this is the only one, if he burns it, what do you want to use to accompany me?" Dongfang Zhan lowered his head alone, played with the wine glass in his hand, and asked Feng Xi meaningfully. He really didn't understand why Feng Xi was so protective of Wang Yao.

""Quiet Bookstore" is indeed the only one, but I Fengxi is also the only one. Use me to pay it back, it's always enough, right?" Feng Xi looked back and said to Dongfang Zhan with a deep look in his eyes.

Of course, it is enough! Feng Xi is such a peerless stunner, if he can get involved with the Dongfang family, the Feng family and the Dongfang family join forces, and the capital will definitely be bloody.

Seeing that Dongfang Zhan no longer spoke, Wang Yao continued to burn the seal on the painting with a lighter. The flame will naturally ignite when it touches the paper, but Wang Yao controls the distance very well, just using the heat to approach the seal.

Soon, Master Wentong's four words underwent a jaw-dropping change, slowly turning from red to black. And behind this black, a touch of red becomes conspicuous.

Hmmm-

The people who approached Wang Yao were all dumbfounded, and clearly saw Cheng Yun copying the four big characters.

"What a copy!!" someone exclaimed.

"This Cheng Yun is also from the Song Dynasty, and it seems that he is inextricably linked with Master Wentong, no wonder he can copy it so miraculously. ”

Seeing this scene, Steward Zhao's face suddenly changed, and his face was in disbelief. And Dongfang Zhan's face, the anger like black clouds crushing the city, looked very gloomy.

"Well, I said it's copying. It's normal that you don't recognize it, this Cheng Yun's handwriting is exactly the same as Master Wentong, and if my guess is correct, he may even have obtained the true biography of Master Wentong. That's why he will first put his own seal, and then the seal of the same master. However, although it is a copy painting, it is also a rare copy painting, and I am afraid that there is no second person in the world who can make the copy painting of Master Wen Tong so realistic. At this moment, Wang Yao didn't mean to target anyone at all, just with respect for Chinese painting and medical skills. Although he is just a rough man, he will try his best to help whenever there is news about Chinese cultural relics abroad over the years.

"You're so good, I didn't see a single thing, you are so good at appraisal, you must be very good at appraising people, right? Why don't you help me identify it at night?" Feng Xi's slender jade fingers slid sultry over Wang Yao's chin, and her red lips bit charmingly.

Wang Yao was embarrassed, he didn't know how to identify, and there were other reasons for being able to recognize it at a glance. Now that Li Yanran is beside her, Feng Xi treats herself like this, and Li Yanran has to chop him up when she goes back.

Li Yanran was so angry that she couldn't do it, although she knew that Feng Xi was this virtue, and she didn't have a good relationship with her, and she would help her get out of Dongfang Zhan just now, all because Wang Yao or she couldn't get used to Dongfang Zhan.

At this time, Dongfang Zhan's face was as angry as red iron.

Steward Zhao saw that the momentum was not right, and hurriedly wiped his sweat and said: "Yes, yes, Brother Wang is right, this is a rare copy painting in the world, and it must be worth a lot." After speaking, he immediately shifted the topic to Wang Yao and asked, "Then what did you send when you came today?" I heard that when the Chen family was in Ningcheng, they treated you well!"

"I ...... I sent it, you still don't want to dismantle it, just because I didn't send it. Wang Yaoyun said lightly.

However, how could Steward Zhao think that he didn't send it.

Since he has demolished the platform of the Dongfang family, he still wants to be safe?

It's just that Zhao's family manager didn't expect that as soon as he walked on stage and opened the things given by Wang Yao, his legs immediately fell to the ground with weakness and fright.