Lin Yi finished packing his things and was about to leave, as well as the voice of Jin Million behind him, "Lin Yi, Brother Lin - this is your name, if I remember correctly, you still have several nicknames, what are you called 'Golden God Hand' and 'Leakage King', hehe, I'm sorry, I guess I smashed your signboard today, brother-I guess you also heard what the person next to me said, this tablet is true or false, you should also know it in your heart-"

Lin Yi turned around and saw Jin Wan looking at him with a smug face, and the original face of calling him a brother and a brother and making money had long been replaced by disdain and contempt.

Originally, whether it was to pick up leaks or make eyes, there was no need to embarrass people on the table like this, but Jin Million planned to do so from the beginning.

The reason is very simple, who made Lin Yi so "red".

Millions of drawings,

million sutras,

Million Land Rover -

His legend has become a myth in the old book world of Nandu. If anyone can break this myth, then there is no doubt that he can become famous!

Jin Million is not short of money, he lacks fame.

He just wanted to give Lin Yi a ruthless "eye-shot", so that everyone knew that this ghost-like Lin Yi, Lin Shenxian, was finally planted in his own hands.

At this moment, Jin Wan, together with the eighth master and the others beside him, looked proud, full of victory and mockery, as if Lin Yi had really planted a big heel this time.

Lin Yi smiled and did not speak.

As if the contempt and ridicule of others did not hurt him.

Lin Yi's cultivation is very deep, but in the eyes of the people around him, he is pretending to be chic, after all, who can laugh at such a faceless thing.

Lin Yi turned around to leave, but Huang Jiaotou did not follow him.

Lin Yi turned his head, looked at him and asked, "What's the matter, angry?" ”

Huang Jiaotou: "They're laughing at you." ”

"Then let them laugh, and there won't be a piece of meat." Lin Yi said with a smile.

Huang Jiaotou clenched his fists and said coldly: "You speak, I will beat them." ”

Lin Yi shook his head and said, "Why are you beating them, you have to pay for the medical expenses, besides, we didn't suffer a loss!" ”

"Didn't suffer?"

Jin Million was upset, "What do you mean, Lin Yi." didn't suffer a loss, and refused to admit that he was beaten, right? Haha, is this the temper of your 'leak king', it turns out that you like to play tricks. ”

Lin Yi turned his head to look at him, suddenly took out the "Langhua Pavilion" he had just bought, walked in front of Jin Million, and asked with a smile: "Is there a knife?" ”

Jinbao laughed: "What kind of knife, do you think you can make a lot of Buddhist scriptures by cutting through the sack - do you want nail clippers?" ”

"Okay." Lin Yi really took over the nail clippers that Jin Million took out.

Everyone looked at him.

Jin Million also looked at him, the corners of his mouth were full of sarcasm, looking at what the hell he was doing.

Then, in front of everyone's eyes, Lin Yi opened the back of the nail clippers, used them as a small blade, and dismantled them fiercely along the hard shell of the cover of "Langhua Pavilion"-

Everyone looked at him and didn't understand what he was doing.

Then I saw Lin Yi go down with a knife, and the hard shell of the stele was broken in response.

In an instant, a roll of paper as thin as a cicada's wings fell from it like a butterfly......

"What's the matter, there's something hidden in this hard shell?"

"Evil!"

"What is it?"

Everyone's eyes widened.

……

Lin Yi once saw a very interesting story in the "Taoshu Notes", saying that Wei Li, the most famous bibliophile in the Taoshu industry, once removed from the cover of the cover of the original Ming Dynasty Jin Dynasty engraved "Baoxiantang Collection of Ancient Laws" from the hard shell of the cover of the Ming Dynasty Jiajing Period, a total of three papers, such as road guides and tooth stickers in the Jiajing period of the Ming Dynasty, after 2000, two papers were sent to Shanghai Duoyunxuan for auction and sold for three million, and the other paper was recorded by Wei Li in the 36th year of Jiajing in the Ming Dynasty and three grain ships were transported to Beijing.

This story illustrates a truth, many steles and scriptures have fillers in the hard shells, as for what those fillings are, they will be eye-catching, and treasure-picking will be treasure-picking.

When Lin Yi first got this "Langhua Pavilion", he only concluded that it was a fake, an old fake, but later the rich ink fragrance told him that this inscription had "another mystery".

Lin Yi's sharp nose discovered the secret hidden in this inscription, but Lin Yi didn't plan to expose this secret at first, and he didn't leak it, which is also the principle of Taoshu, so as not to make the stall owner who was picked up unable to get off the stage.

But the golden million in front of him did not give up, to be precise, he was cheap and obedient, and he insisted on putting Lin Yi to death.

Yes, Jin Million wants to be famous, which is understandable to Lin Yi, after all, he is too famous, and everyone wants to step on himself to become famous, but there must be a bottom line in life, and it is a bit immoral to be so persecuted in front of so many people.

Well, since you don't talk about morality, Lin Yi can't bear it anymore, and directly expose the secrets in the tablet in front of everyone.

When the hard shell of the stele was dismantled and a roll of paper hidden inside fell like a butterfly, everyone was dumbfounded.

Hidden so secretly, it can be seen that this rolling paper that falls out is definitely a good thing.

The eighth master, who had a hot fight with Jin Million, was an old connoisseur, and he knew that this was an old product when he looked at the color of the scroll, so he hurriedly picked it up from the ground and looked through it carefully.

Lin Yi didn't stop it, there was a Huang sect leader by his side, and he was afraid that this old man would not be able to snatch it away.

The eighth master's eyes widened, and he opened the scroll of paper, and the old eyes that were originally cloudy suddenly brightened.

I saw that the old paper was not paper, but Aya!

This very thin silk fabric, very much like satin, has a smooth side, if you don't look closely, it is similar to that kind of old cotton paper, only if you hold it in your hand, the tentacles feel soft and thin, smooth and delicate, this can be concluded that this is not paper but silk.

In ancient times, many literati and writers liked to use silk fabrics as high-quality rice paper and cotton paper to send to friends with their best writing. Therefore, the great poet Bai Juyi has a poem "There are articles and wonderful, and the ground is covered with white fireworks and snow." ”

It can be seen that since the Tang Dynasty, there have been many literati who like to use silk to chant poems and paint, so the white silk race paper, friendship is priceless.

And the white silk in front of me is written with a few poems, to be precise, it is the famous Wang Duo's "Gift to John Poetry"!

……

How could "The Gift of John Poetry" be hidden in a hard shell? It seems that the real book was previously acquired by the big collector Ye Gongqiu, how could it suddenly appear here?!

It's weird.

Just when the eighth master was a little confused and couldn't understand, Jin Million and others also came up, and at first glance, they saw the poems on the silk and the wild cursive calligraphy-

Then, everyone who knew calligraphy gasped.

Could this be...... Wang Duo's real handiwork?!

Look at the big red seal behind the manuscript of the poem, bright and full, even people who don't know the goods can see that it is the four words "Wang Duo's seal".

The eighth master's hands trembled a little, and his whole body trembled a little, and Jin Wan's eyes were even more bloodshot and became blood-red, and a pair of eyes stared at the curly silk.

Everyone suppressed their breath.

The four words "Wang Duo's true handwriting" are like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, making the big guy dizzy and soft.

Although Lin Yi didn't read the manuscript of the poem, he also knew that it was definitely a treasure, and the rich ink fragrance wafted into his nose from above, which was definitely not comparable to ordinary treasures, he had encountered Buddhist scriptures before, had encountered sketches, and had encountered the new literature of the Republic of China "Shima's Poems", but nothing could compare with this rich ink fragrance.

Perhaps, this is unique in the world.

……

Wang Duo's real work!

Shocking!

The whole second-hand book market and the whole antique city have exploded!

The eighth master's hands trembled even more, and his eyes were reluctant to take his eyes off the poem manuscript in his hand, he nagged: "Impossible, isn't the book of "Gift of John Poetry" collected by Mr. Ye, a great collector of the Republic of China, how could it appear here?" ”

"Then it's fake!" Jin Million refused to admit that he was blind, and he took the treasure in his hand.

"But this handwriting, this seal, and the texture of this white silk ......" the eighth master stroked it with his hand and carefully examined it with a magnifying glass, "It is indeed something from the late Ming and early Qing dynasties." I've studied it all my life, and I can't go wrong. ”

"That'...... How much is it worth? "This is what Jin Million cares about the most. The people around him also pricked up their ears.

The eighth master stroked Bai Aya with his hand, like caressing the tender skin of a beautiful woman, and said without hesitation: "There is no price, how can such a good work of art be measured by money?" ”

There's no price, isn't it-

Priceless?!

……

Breathing, all heavy.

Looking at the poems of the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing and the grass dancing wildly, everyone showed greedy eyes.

Jin Million tried to calm his emotions a little, but his blood was like boiling angry water, impacting his entire body, so that his tone of voice trembled a little: "That...... There should always be an approximate price, right? You're a veteran of this—"

The eighth master's bright eyes dimmed at this time, as if he was pondering something, and said: "If I remember correctly, a similar Wang Duo's "Cursive Poetry Scroll" last year was auctioned for more than 16 million in the Xilan auction——"

"Coo-coo", Jin Million made a strange sound in his throat, just like the sound made by those zombies when they were resurrected in Hong Kong zombie films, and at this moment, Jin Million's face was blue, his muscles were stiff, and his eyes were bloodshot, but he was also very much like those bloodthirsty zombies.

But that's not all.

The eighth master then said, "But this piece is much more precious than that one, and if it is genuine, it cannot be measured by money at all." ”

This is the second time that the eighth master has said it, and those who are familiar with his character know that the treasures that can make the respected eighth master remember are really valuable.

Jin Million felt that his whole person was about to explode, because Lin Yi had already taken the manuscript of the poem from the eighth master, and also said to the eighth master: "Thank you." ”

This "thank you" is very harsh, which makes Jin Million feel like ten thousand arrows piercing his heart, he is sarcastic about himself!

That's right, this manuscript should have been mine!

Jin Million roared in his heart.

Looking at Lin Yi taking back the true "poem manuscript", the people around him were full of envy and jealousy, and the guys who were sneering at Lin Yi for spending 8,000 eyes just now couldn't laugh anymore, replaced by envy for Lin Yi, and pity for the golden million. Such a good treasure has been hidden in his hands for so long, but he doesn't know it, and in the end he was picked up and leaked by others, this kind of stupid person deserves to jump into the river.

Seeing Lin Yi holding the manuscript of the poem, he left triumphantly.

Jin Million barely squeezed out a smile and said, "This kind of thing...... Eight. Nine is fakes. Ahem, how could the real thing be stuffed in that kind of fake...... Didn't the eighth master also say it, the real book is in the hands of the great collector of the Republic of China, and now it is estimated that it is in the national map, hehe. ”

But before Jin Million could finish explaining, he saw the eighth master, who was still stunned just now, slapped his thigh suddenly, and his eyes lit up and said, "Oh my God, I understand!" ”

The eighth master was startled by the big guy.

"If you remember it well, when Wang Duo wrote "Gift to John Poetry", he stole a volume, is it ...... That's it? ”

Everyone's eyes widened, stolen manuscripts?

If the eighth master's guess is true, then ...... It will shock the entire world of history and collecting.

The reason for this is that the manuscript of this poem appeared.

It's subversive.