"Cursive?Zhang Xu's wild grass?How much is it worth?" Chen Yi didn't have a big reaction when he heard this, he was a god stick who didn't have much culture, and vaguely remembered that there was a guy named Zhang Xu in the junior high school history textbook, and the ghost drawing on the picture in the textbook was indeed similar to this at that time, and no one could recognize what was written.

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The fastest updated novel "Say Ten Million Less!"

Li Xiangchun thought for a moment and gave a conservative number.

"Ten million?, why didn't you say it sooner?"

When Chen Yi heard 10 million, he couldn't calm down anymore, pulled back the small hunting knife like an electric shock, and pointed at Li Xiangchun's nose and scolded him very unobtrusively.

"What if you break it, fuck, 10 million, what if you break it!"

"I, I didn't have it at first."

, Li Xiangchun was aggrieved like a little daughter-in-law who was beaten and scolded by her in-laws, and she didn't realize that it was none of his business at all, and it was this thing's own opinion.

"It's broken, it's broken, it's not ......"

Chen Yi's lips trembled, he couldn't even say a word, and lay on the scroll to examine it carefully.

The affectionate gaze, the trembling hands, like a very suffocated for decades, broken ~ hopeless in this life, suddenly married a beautiful daughter-in-law like flowers and jade before dying, the night of the candle night in the cave room, the old bachelor holding the daughter-in-law's white thighs!

What is Cursive?

He doesn't know!

Who is Zhang Xu?

it!

What he feels sorry for is the 10 million!

, 10 million!

Oh my God, the ancestral grave is smoking!

After checking more than a dozen times in a row, Chen Yi patted his chest in fear, "It's okay, it's not bad!"

When Boss Zhu just took out this painting of flowers and birds, Chen Yi had two completely different yang qi on it, one was so weak that it was almost impossible to check, and the other was rich and dense.

Otherwise, with his door-picking nature, why would he be willing to spend 10,000 yuan to buy a broken painting and give it away.

If you have 10,000 yuan to buy a painting, it is better to spend 100 yuan to buy two pork knuckles, and then a whole bottle of Niulanshan Erguotou, go home and stew a pot, and treat yourself well.

It's just that what he didn't expect was that this piece of rice paper, which was full of ghost drawings, would have such a big origin.

The point is, it's worth so much money!

"Lao Li, Brother Li, help, get it out, go back and invite you to dinner!"

Chen Yilao said that Luo Yan Han Wenxue's face changed faster than turning a book, in fact, he himself was a dog, and he was very unreasonable just now, and he pulled down his face to beg others in the blink of an eye, as if the shameless thing just now had nothing to do with him.

In fact, Chen Yi was also helpless, his trembling hands, he really didn't have the confidence to take it out completely on the premise of not breaking it, so he could only ask Li Xiangchun for help shamelessly.

"I, I'm not sure!"

Li Xiangchun was no longer as coaxing as he was when he first saw Chen Yi, waving his hands and retreating again and again.

Just kidding, this is 10 million, and if you miss and break it, you can't afford to pay for this old bone.

"Little brother, can you let the old man me"

Just when Chen Yi was in a dilemma, Liu Changchun said with a smile.

"Well, thank you, Mr. Liu, you were tired to get it out. ”

Chen Yizheng was worried, where would he refuse, and hurriedly handed over the scroll.

Old man Liu put on his reading glasses, and the corner of his thin eyes leaked out, "Well, yes, the light should be Zhang Xu's real handiwork, little brother, you are really amazing." ”

Liu Changchun put down the scroll and took a sip of tea.

"Hehe, good life, good life!"

Chen Yi hurriedly humbled himself, and at the same time was a little surprised that Liu Changchun could still remember himself, this old man is not eighty, but he has a good memory.

Liu Xiangchun glanced at it, put the picture scroll in place, "poof"

With a bang, the tea that I drank in my mouth just now was sprayed evenly on the picture scroll without leakage.

", what are you doing, old thing?"

Chen Yi was furious, Lao Tzu was reluctant to touch it, you actually sprayed water on it?

Jealousy, definitely jealousy of your luck!

This old thing is so inauthentic, you said that you have lived a handful of years, why do you still do such a disgusting thing.

Seeing that Chen Yi was about to rush up with his arms, where could Wu Fatzi and Liu Xiangchun make him messy, one person with one arm, and hurriedly held him up.

"Brother, calm down, calm down, Old Man Liu is helping you"

, Wu Fatzi hurriedly said.

"Help me, is your head squeezed by the door, how can this cursive be sold for money if it is stained with saliva?"

Chen Yi is now a red-eyed bull, and his brain has been completely replaced by muscles.

"The spray of water can make the upper layer of flowers and birds softer, so that when it is separated, even if it is damaged, it will only damage the upper layer, and it will not hurt the cursive script. ”

Li Xiangchun also explained.

He is a little white now, Chen Yi was in Wu Fatty's shop~ When he was in the house, it made him feel ashamed, including now that he can get this Zhang Xu cursive, he doesn't think it's all luck.

If you have such good eyesight, why don't you even know such a simple and common method?

It's hard to explain, it's like solving all kinds of problems in advanced mathematics with ease, but it's lost in the sand of addition and subtraction for elementary school students.

In fact, Chen Yi is really similar to a primary school student in the antique world, and his understanding is basically hearsay.

Chatting is not literacy, it's all about new and strange things that are refreshing, and who would say these most basic things.

"Why don't you come by yourself?"

Liu Changchun raised his head, despising the easy.

Chen Yi already knew at this time that he was making a joke, so he quickly rubbed his hands and said, "Just kidding, just kidding, don't misunderstand your old man, I just want to make a joke and adjust the atmosphere." ”

Everyone fainted, and they were speechless about the shamelessness of this goods.

Liu Changchun rolled his eyes, he didn't have the same knowledge as this junior, rubbed his hands, and began to take pictures.

His palms are unusually soft and flexible, and his movements are delicate and steady, not at all like the average elderly person.

Liu Changchun is worthy of being a pivotal figure in the antique industry, putting aside his money, putting aside his connections, although he is seventy or eighty years old, these hands can still be so delicate and flexible, people have to be impressed/br>With the passage of time, the whole picture of Zhang Xu's cursive script finally appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

This cursive script is majestic throughout, with a large open and closed layout, a thousand strokes, crazy but not strange, and the momentum is unrestrained and indulgent.

Chen Yi leaned over with a shy face, wanting what 10 million looked like, but was pushed out by Liu Changchun.

"What's the hurry, the old man has helped you a lot, you can't respect the old and love the young, let me go first"

Liu Changchun said angrily.

"You Chen Yi didn't have a temper when he was scolded, so he could only say sneeringly. Seeing Chen Yi's honest appearance, Liu Changchun's anger subsided a little, and he put his eyes on it for a few minutes. Everyone didn't dare to gasp, waiting for the old man's final conclusion. Zhang Xu is known as the "mad saint" in the calligraphy world, can be called the originator of the wild grass, and his authentic handwriting is very rare, if this is true, then it is bound to cause a huge sensation. After ten minutes, the old man sighed, "Alas, although I am willing to believe it, but your kid's life is really good, this cursive script is real, it should be his "Four Posts of Ancient Poems", God is really blind, how could it fall into the hands of you, a hairy boy who doesn't know anything." The old man complained helplessly, they, the old fritters in the antique world, had never encountered such a good thing in their lives, and let this kid pick up such a big bargain. This book is from/book/html/33/33843/